A. T. Sadlier

The bell is tolling for the dead, Christians, hasten we to prayer, Our brothers suffer there, Consumed in struggles vain.

Have pity, have pity on them, In torturing flames immersed, The stains their souls aspersed Retain them far from heav'n. Since God has giv'n us power, Oh, let us their woes relieve; Their hope do not deceive, Our protectors they will be.

For these suff'ring ones we pray, Lord Jesus, Victim blest, Take them from pain to rest, Thy children, too, are they.

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[As the translation is a very rude one, we add the French original, which, particularly when set to music, is full of a deep solemnity and pathos.]

CHANT FUNÈBRE.