O Lord Have Mercy On Me, To

From A Private Gentlewoman You Have Made Me First A Marchioness, Then A Queen; And, As You Can Raise Me No Higher In The World, You Are Now Sending Me To Be A Saint In Heaven.

The Executioner Is, I Believe, Very Expert; And My Neck Is Very Slender

To Jesus Christ I Commend My Soul; Lord Jesus Receive My Soul.

King Has Absolute Power. And What He Has Given He Can Taken Away.

O Death, Rock Me Asleep, Bring Me To Quiet Rest, Let Pass My Weary Guiltless Ghost Out Of My Careful Breast.