Beloved Physician

The pulse beats ten and intermits; God nerve the soul that ne'er forgets In calm or storm, by night or day, Its steady toil, its loyalty. [. . . ]

[. . . ] The pulse beats ten and intermits; God shield the soul that ne'er forgets. [. . . ]

[. . . ] The pulse beats ten and intermits; God guide the soul that ne'er forgets. [. . . ]

[. . . ] so tired, so weary, The soft head bows, the sweet eyes close, The faithful heart yields to repose.