 | Alexander Mackenzie, Alexander Macgregor, Alexander Macbain - 1878 - 496 lehte
...what my ransom cost, Nor let my dear bought soul be lost In storms of guilty terror tost. Frustrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not fotsakc me in the end ! Well may they curse their Second Breath, Who rose to a reviving death, ! Thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1878 - 178 lehte
...that's proud and high, To learn of fate how desolate It may be ere it die."—MoTHERWELL. '' Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend : My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forsake me in my end."—DIES 1RJE. ' The bay-trees in our country are all withered, And meteors fright... | |
 | Charles Anderton Read - 1879 - 404 lehte
...insatiable 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, Do not forsake me in my end. Well may they curse their second breath, Who rise to a reviving death; Thou great... | |
 | John McGovern - 1880 - 762 lehte
...portion of a Catholic mass called the Dies Irce, or Day of Wrath, has always been admired : Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. MATTHEW PRIOR wrote the following lines for his own epitaph: Nobles and heralds,... | |
 | Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1883 - 542 lehte
...insatiable abyss, Where flames devour and serpents hiss, Promote me to thy seat of bliss. 17. Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend ; My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forsake me in my end. 18. Well may they curse their second breath, Who rise to a reviving death : Thou... | |
 | Patrick Francis Moran (card, abp. of Sydney.) - 1883 - 650 lehte
...that insatiate abyss, Where flames devour and serpents hiss, Deliver me, and raise to bliss. Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my father, and my friend, Ingemisco tanquam reus, Culpa rubet vultus meus, Supplicanti parce, Deus. Qui Mariam absolvisti, Et... | |
 | John Sinclair - 1886 - 228 lehte
...shall with surprise Behold the pale offender rise, And view the judge with conscious eyes. Prostrate my contrite heart I rend. My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end ! " SABBATH MORNING. TEXT — LEVIT. xix. 30, " YE SHALL KEEP MY SABBATHS." Question... | |
 | Samuel Willoughby Duffield - 1889 - 528 lehte
...Roscommon, in the previous century, died repeating his own version of the seventeenth stanza : " Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend ; My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end !" Dr. Samuel Johnson never could repeat the tenth stanza without being moved... | |
 | 1890 - 896 lehte
...in the previous century, died repeating his own version of the seventeenth stanza : — " Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend ; My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end ! " Archbishop Trench, in 1850, contributed to Fosberys Hymns and Poems for the... | |
 | Charles John Abbey - 1892 - 460 lehte
...Mary's grief, And, by absolving of the thief, Hast given me hope, now give relief. XIV. Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in the end ! 1 Roscommon's paraphrase of the I48th Psalm is not very successful. Theophilus... | |
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Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. 
