Was to him as the mighty voice of God;
His people’s voice was as the voice of God—
Till called of Him on high
To glory’s courts, where angels never trod;
And now we weep—
Weep that a nation’s sins have laid him low—
Weep that our proud crimes thus have brought him low—
Grieve o’er his peaceful sleep,
Wrought by the vile assassin’s vengeful blow.
And well may tears,