Father! who in the olive shade,

When the dark hour came on,

Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,

Strengthen thy Son;

O, in the anguish of our night,

Send us down blest relief;

And to the chastened, let Thy might

Hallow the 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 mourned the chief,

Our Saviour! when the stroke doth fall,

Hallow our grief!