 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 страници
...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 great Creator of mankind,... | |
 | Eugène Ernest Desplaces - 1865 - 712 страници
...plusieurs ouvrages théologiques, entre autres des Commentaires sur le maître des sentences. P — HT. (1) My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forsake me in my end. (2) Un premier recueil de vers sibyllins, déposé à Rome dans le Capitale , fut détruit par l'incendie... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 468 страници
...energy of voice that expressed the most fervent devotion, two lines of his own version of Dies Irce : " My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end." 4 He died in 1684, and was buried [21st January, 1684-5] with great pomp in Westminster Abbey.5 His... | |
 | 1855 - 318 страници
...chosen, faithful race, The sons of God, and heirs of grace : Trembling, before thy throne I bend ; My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end ! Hud's Greatness and Condescension. (6-8s.) YE saints and servants of the Lord, The triumphs of his... | |
 | Austin Phelps, Edwards Amasa Park - 1860 - 444 страници
...thy chosen, faithful race, The sons of God, and heirs of grace. Trembling before thy throne I bend ; My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in the end ! ' But where is the congregation, or choir, that has ever sung, in any tone, Hymn 44, of the... | |
 | Mrs. A. T. Thomson - 1862 - 360 страници
...and the disorder became vital. As he expired, the Earl repeated, with deep devotion, these lines : ' My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end.' They were taken from his version of ' Dies Irse,' one of the best of this poet's few works ; for much... | |
 | Choice poems - 1862 - 368 страници
...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 ; Do not forsake me in my end. Well may they curse their second breath, Who rise to a reviving death : Thou great Creator of mankind,... | |
 | English poems - 1863 - 364 страници
...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 great Creator of mankind,... | |
 | 1863 - 478 страници
...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 great Creator of mankind,... | |
 | 1863 - 362 страници
...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 great Creator of mankind,... | |
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At the moment in which he expired, he uttered, with an energy of voice, that expressed the most fervent devotion, two lines of his own version of Dies Ira; : My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forsake me in my end. 
