His crime too dark for name, too vile for scorn—
A nameless deed of guilt, too vile for scorn—
Oblivion’s dread abyss
Be his abode, through ages still unborn!
To Thee, Great God!
We bow our stricken hearts, and lift our cry—
Humble our prostrate souls and bring our cry;
We feel Thy chastening rod—
Oh! grant Thy loving favor ere we die!
We see Thy hand!