A Spiritual Psalter
or Reflections on God
from the writings of
Saint Ephraim the Syrian
145
Death, and hope in the face of it
The soul says: in the hostel of the body have I lived, and the Master of the house has sent for me. I can stay no longer, for the one who is sent for me urges me to go, saying: Come out of your house; leave this dwelling. So remain in peace, O flesh, you temporary dwelling, and may I behold you with joy on the day of resurrection.
Those who are to take me came with haste, and I did not know of it. The one sent for me now stands before me, and I had no sense of it. Deliver me, O our Lord, from the condemnation into which the devil fell, that hater of Thy blameless children, and together with Thy saints lead me into the kingdom, that I might sing praise and glorify Thee with them.
The soul says to the body: How bitter is your cup mingled with death! How terrifying is this time and how difficult is the hour of trial! Take leave of the world, O comfortable dwelling in which I did reside so long as it pleased the Lord.
What sorrow will fill the heart of the sinner in the hour when Christ the Judge sits upon His terrible throne. All generations will stand before Him and all the secrets of the heart shall be exposed! Terrible is the judgment, terrible is the Judge, terrible is that hour! Blessed is he who is sheltered by Thy goodness at that time, O Lord.
I accepted Thee, O Son of God, to accompany me on my journey, and when I hungered Thou didst satisfy me, O Savior of the world.
May fire flee from my members; may the fragrance of Thy flesh and blood drive it away. May baptism be for me an unsinkable ship.
May I behold Thee, O our Lord, in that place in the day of resurrection.