be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of
their sleep.

My days are passed, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my
heart. If I wait, the grave is mine house; I have made my bed in the
darkness. I have said to corruption, thou art my father. And where is
now my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it? They shall go down to the
bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh. Oh, that my words were now
written; Oh, that they were printed in a book! That they were graven
with an iron pen and lead in the rock forever! For I know that my
Redeemer liveth, and that He shall stand at the latter day upon the
earth. And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh
shall I see God. Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall
behold, and not another.

For Thou cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and Thy floods
compassed me about; all Thy billows and Thy waves passed over me. Then I
said, I am cast out of Thy sight; yet will I look again toward Thy holy
temple. The waters compassed me about, even to the soul, the depth
closed me round about, the weeds were wrapt about my head.

I said, in the cutting off of my days I shall go to the gates of the
grave! I am deprived of the residue of my years; I said, I shall not see
the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living; I shall behold man no
more with the inhabitants of the world. Behold, for peace I had great
bitterness; but Thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit
of corruption. For the grave cannot praise Thee, death cannot celebrate
Thee; the living, the living, he shall praise Thee as I do this day.

Are not my days few? Cease, then, and let me alone, that I may take
comfort a little, before I go whence I shall not return, even to the
land of darkness, and the shadow of death. A land of darkness, as
darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and
where the light is as darkness.

An interval of profound silence will be observed. The general lights of
the hall, if there be convenience, will be turned low, and the four
brethren will extinguish the tapers near which they are placed.

Prayer by the Chaplain.

Our Father Who art in heaven, it hath pleased Thee to take from among us
those who were our brethren. Let time, as it heals the wounds thus
inflicted upon our hearts and on the hearts of those who were near and
dear to them,