CV + 

Hora Novissima + 

Whene’er goes forth Thy dread command, + 

And my last hour is nigh, + 

Lord, grant me in a Christian land, + 

As I was born, to die. + 

I pray not, Lord, that friends may be, + 

Or kindred, standing by⁠— + 

Choice blessing! which I leave to Thee + 

To grant me or deny. + 

But let my failing limbs beneath + 

My Mother’s smile recline; + 

And prayers sustain my labouring breath + 

From out her sacred shrine. + 

And let the Cross beside my bed + 

In its dread Presence rest: + 

And let the absolving words be said, + 

To ease a laden breast. + 

Thou, Lord, where’er we lie, canst aid; + 

But He, who taught His own + 

To live as one, will not upbraid + 

The dread to die alone. + 