1.

Father, who in the olive shade,

When the dark hour came on,

Didst with a breath of heavenly aid,

Strengthen thy son;

2.

Oh, by the anguish of that night,

Send us down blest relief,

Or to the chastened let thy might

Hallow this grief.

3.

And thou that, when the starry sky,

Saw the dread strife begun,

Didst teach adoring faith to cry,

Thy will be done.

4.

By thy meek spirit, then of all,

That e'er have mourned the chief,

Blest Savior, if the stroke must fall,

Hallow this grief.