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The mourner droops with heaving breast, Low, where his buried idols rest; Remember, Thou, who once didst shed The tear of grief o'er friendship's bed, Remember! let thy mercy flow, And bless for heaven those pangs of wo.

The death-struck, on his couch of pain, Feels every earthly solace vain; The eye is glazed, the spirit faint, Redeemer! cheer thy suffering saint; Infuse thy strength when nature dies, And to thy presence bid him rise.