Think, O Lord, in mercy
On 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 the heav’nly light.
Lead them onward, upward,
To the holy place,
Where thy saints made perfect,
Gaze upon thy face.