Χριστός μου δύναμις.
At the Departure of a Soul227
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.
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.
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.
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.