Lord, we come before thee weeping
Grief our hearts hath sore opprest;
Grant poor souls now in thy keeping
Joy and rest.

Lord, we wander broken-hearted;
All our day is changed to right,
Grant to those from whom we're parted,
Love and light.

By the pray'r of Christ when dying
"Lord, they know not what they do,"
God, forgive, and still their sighing,
Bless them too.

By his tender intercession,
By his love that cannot cease,
Free them now from pain's oppression,
Grant them peace.

When death comes, may we not fear it,
All poor souls shall thee adore,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
Evermore.