Solemn strikes the funeral chime,
Notes of our departing time;
As we journey here below,
Through a pilgrimage of woe.

Mortals, now indulge a tear,
For mortality is here;
See how wide her trophies wave,
O'er the slumbers of the grave.

Lord of all! below - above -
Fill our hearts with Truth and Love;
As dissolves our earthly tie,
Take us to Thy Lodge on High.