The God of mercy will indulge

The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,

When honored parents fall around,

When friends beloved and kindred die.

2 Yet not one anxious murmuring thought

Should with our mourning passion blend;

Nor should our bleeding hearts forget

Their mighty, ever-living Friend.

3 Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide,

Thou art each tender name in one;

On thee we cast our every care,

And comfort seek from thee alone.

4 To thee, our Father, would we look,

Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend,

And on thy covenant love and truth,

With humble, steadfast hope depend.