4 By thy meek spirit, thou, of all
That e’er have mourned the chief,
Our Saviour! when the stroke doth fall,
Hallow our grief!
342.
11 & 4s. M.
Whittier.
The Angels of Grief.
1 With silence only as their benediction,
God’s angels come
4 By thy meek spirit, thou, of all
That e’er have mourned the chief,
Our Saviour! when the stroke doth fall,
Hallow our grief!
11 & 4s. M.
Whittier.
1 With silence only as their benediction,
God’s angels come