Jesus, Son of Mary, fount of life alone,
Here we hail thee present on thine altar-throne,
Humbly we adore thee, Lord of endless might,
In our tabernacles veiled from earthly sight.

Think, O Lord, in mercy of the souls of those
Who, in faith, gone from us, now in death repose
Here, mid stress and conflict, toils can never cease,
There, the warfare ended, bid them rest in peace.

Often were they wounded in the deadly strife
Heal them, good physician, with the balm of life,
Ev'ry taint of evil, frailty and decay,
Good and gracious Saviour, cleanse and purge away.

Rest eternal grant them, after weary fight;
Shed on them the radiance of thy heav'nly light.
Lead them onward, upward, to the holy place.
Where, thy saints, made perfect, gaze upon thy face.