Hymn, C. M

All Gracious LORD, with pitying eye, Look down from mercy's throne; Regard a NATION's heart-felt sigh; And hear an EMPIRE's groan;

Wipe thou, O GOD, those tears away, That weep a FATHER's dust; Thy Saints rejoice in worlds of day, But weep, on earth, we must.

O wipe the WIDOW's streaming eye, She mourns a HUSBAND dead; Heaves soft affection's deep drawn sigh, And weeps, her GLORY, fled.

And hear, in HEAV'N, Oh hear, the prayer, That's breath'd for FREEDOM'S CHIEF; May ADAMS be thy guardian care, Soothe thou, his soul-felt grief:

His STRENGTH, in age; his HOPE, in youth; His last, lov'd-BROTHER sleeps; His brother, friend; his friend in truth, Thy WASHINGTON, HE weeps.

Support, console; assuage his woes; Bless, bless, O bless HIM, LORD; And when he rests in calm repose, Be THOU, HIS GREAT REWARD!