Into its own cloudless track!

Hear and aid!

Thou that saidst, “Awake! arise!”

E’en when death had quench’d the eyes—

In this hour of grief’s deep sighing,

When o’erwearied hope is dying,

Hear and aid!

Yet, oh! make him thine, all thine,

Saviour! whether Death’s or mine!

Yet, oh! pour on human love,