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"LORD, REMEMBER US."
The mourner droops with heaving breast,
Low, where his buried idols rest;
Remember, Thou, who once didst shed
The tear of grief o'er friendship's bed,
Remember! let thy mercy flow,
And bless for heaven those pangs of wo.
The death-struck, on his couch of pain,
Feels every earthly solace vain;
The eye is glazed, the spirit faint,
Redeemer! cheer thy suffering saint;
Infuse thy strength when nature dies,
And to thy presence bid him rise.
