Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,
Strengthen thy Son;
2 O, in the anguish of our night,
Send us down blest relief;
And to the chastened, let Thy might
Hallow the grief!
3 And thou, that, when the starry sky
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
“Thy will be done!”—