tr., John Brownlie 8.8.8.8 Christos mou dunamis. I O God, most good, forget me not -- Nor from Thy servant turn away -- Who to the night of death hast brought My fearful soul this awful day. II Hear Thou my prayer, O God of grace, Who every penitent receives; From memory let my tears efface, The sin for which my spirit grieves. III O ye, my kinsfolk, brethren, friends, Your weeping mingle with mine own; My soul the dire behest attends, And wings its flight from earth alone. IV Now none can save, and nought can aid: Be Thou mine aid, O Christ my God, Lest I for evermore be laid, Beneath the all-avenging rod. |