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.
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