Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)A chill blank world. Yet over the utmost sea
| A CHILL blank world. Yet over the utmost sea | |
| The light of a coming dawn is rising to me, | |
| No more than a paler shade of darkness as yet; | |
| While I lift my heart, O Lord, my heart unto Thee | |
| Who hast not forgotten me, yea, who wilt not forget. | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |