Oh! by the anguish of that night,
Send us down bless'd relief;
Or to the chasten'd, let thy might
Hallow this grief!
And Thou, that when the starry sky
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
'Thy will be done';
By thy meek spirit, Thou, of all
That e'er have mourn'd the chief–
Thou Saviour! if the stroke must fall
Hallow this grief!