A servant of God tells us how that one night he was called to confess a dying priest, whose cry was: “Oh, my God, my God, what will become of me? I am dying; and I am most!”
“It was indeed an awful thing,” he adds, “to see that old sinner wringing his hands, and rolling on his bed as if he had been on burning, coals, with all the marks of the most frightful despair on his face, crying, I am lost! Oh my God, I am lost!”