Lowly and solemn be

Thy children’s cry to thee,

Father divine;

A hymn of suppliant breath,

Owning that life and death

Alike are thine.

2 O Father, in that hour,

When earthly help and power

Are all in vain,

When spears, and shield, and crown,

In faintness are cast down,

Do thou sustain.

3 By him who bowed to take

The death-cup for our sake,

The thorn, the rod—

From whom the last dismay

Was not to pass away—

Aid us, O God.

4 Trembling beside the grave,

We call on thee to save,

Father divine:

Hear, hear our suppliant breath;

Keep us, in life and death,

Thine, only thine.