No help from the weak earth,
Or the cold skies.
Lo! I can find no guards,
No weapons borrow;
Shrinking, alone I stand,
With mighty sorrow.
Courage, thou trembling soul,
Grief thou must bear,
Yet thou canst find a strength
Will match despair;
No help from the weak earth,
Or the cold skies.
Lo! I can find no guards,
No weapons borrow;
Shrinking, alone I stand,
With mighty sorrow.
Courage, thou trembling soul,
Grief thou must bear,
Yet thou canst find a strength
Will match despair;