 | Book - 1864 - 366 страници
...exalted soul a place Among Thy chosen right-hand race ; The sons of God, and heirs of grace. Prostrate my contrite heart I rend : My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. Roscommon (from the Latin). SECOND PART. WILLIAM AND MARY, ANNE, GEORGE I. AND... | |
 | 1865 - 798 страници
...insatiate abyss, Where flames devour, and serpents hiss, Promote me to thy seat of bliss. Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my friend ! [end. Do not forsake me in my Well may they curse their second birth, Ante diem ratiouis Ingemisco... | |
 | Charles Cooper Nott - 1866 - 152 страници
...From that infatiable abyfs, Where flames devour and ferpents hifs, Promote me to thy feat of blifs. Proftrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend : Do not forfake me in my end ! 1 8. Well may they curfe their fecond breath Who rife to a reviving death : Thou great Creator of... | |
 | Charles Cooper Nott - 1866 - 152 страници
...infatiable abyfs, Where flames devour and ferpents hifs, Promote me to thy feat of blifs. '7Proftrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend : Do not forfake me in my end ! 1 8. Well may they curfe their fecond breath Who rife to a reviving death : Thou great Creator of... | |
 | Charles Cooper Nott, Charles C. Nott - 1867 - 146 страници
...From that infatiable abyfs, Where flames devour and ferpents hifs, Promote me to thy feat of blifs. Proftrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend : Do not forfake me in my end ! Well may they curfe their fecond breath Who rife to a reviving death : Thou great Creator of mankind,... | |
 | Issette Teresa Torr - 1870 - 184 страници
...exalted soul a place Among Thy chosen right-hand race ; The sons of God and heirs of grace. Prostrate my contrite heart I rend : My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. ROSCOMMON. From Thomas of Celano, 13th Century. THE EESUEEECTION. AT THE LAST... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 страници
...ransom cost, Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost In storms of guilty terror tost. • • • Prostrate my contrite heart I rend ; My God, my Father, and my Friend. Do not forsake me in my end ! Well may they curse their second breath. Who rise to a reviving death. Thou... | |
 | Hymns - 1875 - 274 страници
...thy chosen right-hand race : The sons of God, and heirs of grace. The Day of Judgment. 155 Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in the end. " DIES IRE," translated by LOBD ROSCOMMON. NO WEEPING. I" IFT not thou the wailing... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 страници
...ransom cost, Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost In storms of guilty terror tossed. . . . Prostrate er forsake me in my end ! EARL OF ROCHESTERJOHN WILMOT, EARL OF ROCHESTER (16471680), is known principally... | |
 | Parochial garden - 1877 - 458 страници
...seat of bliss. Oro supples et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinls, Gere curam mei finis. Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my friend : Do not forsake me in my end. Lacrymosa dies ilia ! Well may they curse Qua resurget ex fa- their second birthv... | |
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Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. 
