God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1
Words: Seth C. Brace, in Parish Hymns (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Perkins & Purves, 1844), number 514.
Music: Owen Joseph E. Sweetser, in Songs for the Sanctuary, edited by Charles S. Robinson (New York: A. S. Barnes, 1868) (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Brace or Sweetser (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Mourn for the thousands slain,
The youthful and the strong;
Mourn for the wine cup’s fearful reign,
And the deluded throng.
Mourn for the tarnished gem—
For reason’s light divine,
Quenched from the soul’s bright diadem,
Where God had bid it shine.
Mourn for the ruined soul—
Eternal life and light,
Lost by the fiery, maddening bowl,
And turned to hopeless night.
Mourn for the lost—but call,
Call to the strong, the free;
Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall,
And to the refuge flee.
Mourn for the lost—but pray,
Pray to our God above,
To break the fell destroyer’s sway,
And show His saving love.