A cheerful sage, Simple, light-hearted: In ripe old age He has departed And tak'n his wage. Forget not Thy sorrowful servant, O Lord my God, Weak as I cry, faint as I cry underneath Thy rod, Soon to lie dumb before Thee a body devoid of breath. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, a sod to the sod: Forget not my life, O my Lord, forget not my death. |