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 Thou us blest re­lief;
And to the chast­ened, 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 mourned the chief,
Thou Sav­ior! when the stroke doth fall,
Hallow this grief!