Benediction of Mourning

Oh Lord above the Greater skies Prayers stand before your face. Heads bow, and tears in our eyes, We grieve in solitude and silence. Leave home and go on visiting Tearful floods and tempests mourning Oh death, where is your sting? Struggles among the Crowds, hurrying. When its work for death be, done, Where in shallow mine, this world be? Stretch thin and breach broken A separation is far Deeper than the sea. The crying soul in tempest sigh tumultuous with laboring toil. Benediction of mourning when we die, Trace the lives of that memory file. Humble hearts from every race Oh Lord above the Greater skies Our prayers stand before your face We are alone and speechless. Affections, the object of mystery Death is a chance of unsavory fate. A fallible fall which gives no victory Enslave suffers waiting by the Gate.