O holy powers that darkly sway
In the subterranean night,
O Earth, and Hermes, and thou who art king
Of the Shades that float on bodiless wing,
Send, O send him back to the light!
For, if remedy be to our burden of woes,
He surely knows.
CHORAL HYMN.
STROPHE I.
And dost thou hear me, blessed Shade, imploring
Thy aid divine, and freely pouring