Prayer for the Living

For her sweet life let all our prayers arise
     Above the vaulted dome, beyond the skies,
               Where God doth reign.
May he grant that poor heart now crushed in grief
     And broken with deep sorrow, some relief
               From its great pain.

Within the hollow of thine hand, O God:
     While her beloved rests beneath the sod,
               Guide her by day.
And when at night in solitude, alone
     She cries aloud to Thee—“Thy will be done!”
               Show her the way.

Whene’er she call for help O God, from Thee,
     Prostrate before Thy throne on bended knee,
               Do not forsake.
But grant to her all mercy, peace and love—
     Lord God of hosts, we ask from Thee above
               For Thy Son’s sake.