A Prayer For Grace In Death. Second Reading.
Parmi che spesso. Ofttimes my great desire doth flatter me With hope on earth yet many years to stay: Still Death, the more I love it, day by day Takes from the life I love so tenderly. What better time for that dread change could be, If in our griefs alone to God we pray? Oh, lead me, Lord, oh, lead me far away From every thought that lures my soul from Thee! Yea, if at any hour, through grace of Thine, The fervent zeal of love and faith that cheer And fortify the soul, my heart assail. Since nought achieve these mortal powers of mine, Plant, like a saint in heaven, that virtue here; For, lacking Thee, all good must faint and fail.
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