Send us now blest relief;
Or to the chastened, let thy might
Hallow this whelming grief.
3 And thou, that, when the starry sky,
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
Father! thy will be done;
4 By thy meek Spirit, thou, of all
That e’er have mourned the chief,
Blest Saviour! if the stroke must fall,