O my God, my rock and tower,
Grant that in Your death I trust,
Knowing death has lost its power
Since you crushed it in the dust.
Savior, let Your agony
Ever help and comfort me;
When I die, be my protection,
Light and Life and Resurrection!
LSB 421:5
Your posting was most timely. I had received word that morning that my aunt was dying. I was able to incorporate this stanza (with a few pronoun changes) into Matins. Thanks …
ReplyDelete