Our circle with your presence bless;
Our souls with pious emotions impress.
Come, spirits, come! our sand runs fast;
Death waits for his due, and life may be past.
In mercy teach us truth to know,
And, passing death’s portal, whither we go;
Of your abodes the wonders teach,
And how to deserve that haven to reach.
Come, spirits, come! our sand runs fast;
Death’s portal may yawn, and life may be past.