Must friends and kindred droop and die? And helpers be withdrawn? While sorrow with a weeping eye Counts up our comforts gone? Be thou our comfort, mighty God! Our helper and our friend; Nor leave us in this dang'rous road Till all our trails end. O, may our feet pursue the way Our pious fathers led! With love and holy zeal obey The counsels of the dead. Let us be weaned from all below, Let hope our grief expel, While death invites our soul to go Where our best kindred dwell.
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