Hear the sailor’s hymn arise?

From his watch-fire midst the mountains,

Lo! to thee the shepherd cries!

Yet, when thus full hearts find voices,

If o’erburden’d souls there be,

Dark and silent in their anguish,

Aid those captives! set them free!

Touch them, every fount unsealing

Where the frozen tears lie deep;

Thou, the Mother of all sorrows,