IW
Verse 1
Must friends and kindred drop and die?
And helpers be withdrawn?
While sorrow with a weeping eye
Counts up our comforts gone?
Verse 2
Be thou our comfort, mighty God!
Our helper and our friend:
Nor leave us in this dangerous road,
Till all our trials end.
Verse 3
O may our feet pursue the way
Our pious fathers led!
With love and holy zeal obey
The counsels of the dead.
Verse 4
Let us be wean’d from all below,
Let hope our grief expel,
While death invites our souls to go
Where our best kindred dwell.