A tender stay for all who knownThis weary way has none to gonThe time is done and all your shamenHas been dissolved and all his blamenA tongue of red, a heart of oldnWith sweeter words and a bitter tonennYou felled the startnThe world I know nYour staggered mark on godly foenWill seep away to the garden bednAnd bear it's mark on a godly headnnAnd cracks be laidnTo a dry, dry groundnAnd waters save though none be foundnAnd world may come to a broken endnBy day or night my soul dear friendnWill keep away to grounds of whitenAnd share the daynHis Holy lightn