And prayers and tears cannot prevail,
Condemned, on this dark desert coast,
To mourn our much-loved leader lost,—
“Be Thou his strength, be Thou his stay,
Support him through the gloomy way;
Comfort his soul, surround his bed,
And guide him through the dreary shade.
“Around him may Thy angels wait,
Deck’d with their robes of heavenly state,
To teach his happy soul to rise,