Classic Poem

O God! who dost the nations lead,
Though oft in ways to them unknown;
To thee we look, in this our need,
A supplicant people seek thy throne.

For he, whom thou didst raise to guide,
Has fallen, by the assassin's hand;
In thee alone would we confide,
To guide, to guard, to save our land.

Through perils great, from year to year,
Thou hast thus far our nation brought;
And given the victory to cheer,
And, by our Chief, deliverance wrought.

With earnest prayer he sought thy will,
In all the great events of life;
And nobly did his work fulfil,
Through four long years of bloody strife.

O, lift us up in this sad hour,
Let not our Country's foes prevail;
Sustain us by thy mighty power,
Let not to us thy promise fail.

May Justice, Liberty, and Peace,
For which his life he freely gave,
Bless all our land; and never cease
To shed their glory round his grave.