Verse 1
Father, thy righteous will be done!
To make thy righteous will our own,
We patiently resign
The Object of our softest care,
The daughter of our faith and prayer,
The dearest gift divine.

Verse 2
Unworthy of the blessing lent,
Her from our bleeding bosom rent
For ours no more we claim,
(Whom mortals coud not duely prize)
Join’d to her kindred in the skies,
And married to the Lamb.

Verse 3
Her lovely excellence is fled,
And leaves the dead t’ intomb the dead
T’ embalm them with our tears:
And lo, with softly pensive pace
We measure out our mournful days
Till Israel’s Car appears.

Verse 4
The Car that carried up our Friend,
The flaming host shall soon descend
Our spirits to remove,
Then we again our Friend shall find,
In love indissolubly join’d
To Her who reigns above.

Verse 5
Thro’ Him who call’d her up to reign,
We too th’ immortal crown shall gain
On patient faith bestow’d;
We trust the Lamb to bring us thro’,
And hasten to the Blisful View
Of a redeeming God.

Verse 6
Till then disdaining all relief,
And brooding o’re our sacred grief,
We quietly endure
The pangs of loss, the lingring smart,
The anguish of a broken heart
Which only Heaven can cure.

Verse 7
Help us, Thou heavenly Man of woe,
Unwearied in thy steps to go,
To mix our tears with thine,
To drink thine agonizing cup,
To fill thine after-sufferings up
And die the death Divine.

Verse 8
We only fear to lose our loss;
The burthen of our heaviest cross
Thro’ life we fain woud bear,
Woud feel the ever-recent wound,
And weeping at thy feet be found,
And die lamenting there.