My prayers are not worthy
, but Thou, O good one, show, with kindness and
Grant me a place among the sheep
and separate me from the goats,
standing at your
right hand
, setting me on Thy right hand the heart of that day, on which shall rise again from the ashes the guilty man, What shall we then, O God, grant them eternal rest Verily, when the accursed have to flames of woe unbounded , Call me with the blessed as the end of a contrite heart , take care of me at the end ..
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
