Gone Are Those Great and Good

Gone are those great and good

Who here

in per­il

stood

And raised their hymn.

Peace to the rev­er­end dead!

The light that on their head

The pass­ing years have shed

Shall ne’er grow dim.

Ye tem­ples

that to God

Rise where our fa­thers trod

Guard well your trust—

The faith that dared the sea

The truth that made them free

Their cher­ished pur­ity

Their gar­nered dust.

Thou high and ho­ly One

Whose care for sire and son

All na­ture fills—

While day shall break and close

While night her cres­cent shows

O let Thy light re­pose

On these our hills.