Mighty Lord, Heavenly Judge,
Suffer me not to perish;
Grant me strength to overcome my woe.
To live out my life on these sacred hills:
To glorify Thee and rejoice in Thy beauty,
And at last, though beaten by the people’s sins. [[101]]
To be buried on these lofty hills,
And to abide on them.”
He dried his tears,
Hot tears, though not the tears of youth;