As o’er the past my memory strays
From Oremus Hymnal
As o'er the past my memory strays,
why heaves the secret sigh?
‘Tis that I mourn departed days,
still unprepared to die.
The world and worldly things beloved,
my anxious thoughts employed;
and time unhallowed, unimproved,
presents a fearful void.
Yet, holy Father, wild despair
chase from my laboring breast;
thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,
that grace can do the rest.
My life's brief remnant all be thine;
and when thy sure decree
bids me this fleeting breath resign,
O speed my soul to thee.
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Thomas Fanshaw Middleton (died 1822)[edit]
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