1004. H. M. J. G. Adams. Death of a Magistrate or Public Man.
1 Death moves with victor's tread
In our high places, Lord!
The honorable dead
We mourn with one accord;
Our souls, oppressed, before thee bow,
Heed thou the prayer, accept the vow.
2 While thus we feel the rod
Of thine afflictive love,
Teach us, our fathers' God,
Thy justice to approve.
Though all thy ways we cannot trace,
May we not doubt thy guardian grace.
3 O keep us in thy hand,
A chosen race for thee;
And make our own loved land
The true home of the free;
Where sin shall cease, and righteousness
Forever dwell, forever bless.