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!