LAUDAMUS 



The Lord! — His mercy is great, men say ; 



His wrath, men say, is a burning brand — 

 Let us praise Him, whether He save or slay, 

 And above her body let hand join hand. 

 We shall meet, my friends, in the spirit 

 land — 

 Will our strife renew ? Nay, I dare not trust, 

 For the grim, great gulf that cannot be 

 spann'd 

 Will divide us from her. The Lord is just, 

 She shall not be thrust where our spirits 

 stand. 



