From friends and country parted, as if nought
But this world's fleeting wealth were worth their thought!
Weep for the dead in sin—the guilty soul
That might, but yet refuses, to be whole—
For him who never heard the Saviour's name,
For him who, having heard, rejects the same.
Oh! weep not for the dead, nor those who go
Into mortality's dread depths below;
But weep for those who mourn and suffer here,
The slaves of sin, and all its guilty fear!