A Nation’s Mourning Hymn

I. O Thou, whose pity marks the plea / When Sorrow lifts her suppliant cry, / A mourning people how to Thee / With burdened heart and tearful eye. / II. Woe, woe to us! Foul murder’s hand / Has struck the Lord’s anointed low! / Slain is the beauty of our land! / Fall’n is the mighty! Woe, ah, woe! / III. Dark is the way Thou call’st us to. / Ye Thou art still the Holy One; / For all Thy judgments, Lord, are true; / And righteous all. They will be done! / IV. O arm of God, awake, awake, / And vindicate Thy righteous cause; / Swift may Thy vengeance overtake; / The proud defiers of Thy law! / V. Keep Thou our Soldiers in the field, / Watch o’er out Sailors on the sea; / Strike with the strength, for they who wield / The sword of right shall honor Thee! / VI. Our father's God, ’tis Thou alone / Whose hand can part the opposing wave; / Safe through the Sea, O lead us on; / Great Lord of all, Thy people save!