Angels kneel here for now a warrior dies Silver swords lay still, golden heads are bowed For one who stood ‘gainst the Father of Lies Now rests here wrapped in mourner’s tearful shroud A mark of mouldring wood is all remains Of life that grasped many a weary saint Of hands that bled to break Hell’s fest’ring chains And healing words to oint sin’s blist’ring taint Oh!
Upon the Closing of Trinity Lutheran Church…
Angels kneel here for now a warrior dies Silver swords lay still, golden heads are bowed For one who stood ‘gainst the Father of Lies Now rests here wrapped in mourner’s tearful shroud A mark of mouldring wood is all remains Of life that grasped many a weary saint Of hands that bled to break Hell’s fest’ring chains And healing words to oint sin’s blist’ring taint Oh!