Text: | Sticheron (From the Burial Office for a Layman) |
Translator: | John Brownlie |
Come friends behold me here,
Speechless and breathless lying;
Held in the arms of death;--
Come with your tears and sighing.
But yesterday I lived,
And walked, and spoke with you:
Come friends, with the last kiss.
Bid me a long adieu.
For I shall walk no more
The wonted paths we trod;
My voice is stilled, I go
To speak alone with God.
The Judge has called me hence,--
To Whom the wise and great,
The warrior and the king,
Are men of one estate.
Ah! not the name I bore
Shall final doom recall;
The life of each lies bare,
Before the Judge of all.
For all the good I've done,
For all the ill and blame,--
Shall come to me in full,
The honour or the shame.
Call ye on Christ our God
That by His saving might,
I may a dwelling find
Among the sons of light.
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First Line: | Come friends behold me here |
Title: | Sticheron (From the Burial Office for a Layman) |
Greek Title: | ὁρῶντές με ἄφωνον καὶ ἄπνουν προκείμενον |
Translator: | John Brownlie |
Meter: | 6.7.6.7 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1902 |
Source: | Euchologion, p. 419 |