“And now, Lord, we humbly pray for Thy blessing and consolation to come to all the people of our land and nation. Forgive our past shortcomings; our sins of omission as well as our sins of commission. Help us to make the golden rule the standard of our lives, and that we may ‘do unto others as we would have them do unto us,’ and thus become indeed a people whose God is the Lord. “These things we humbly ask in the name of Him who taught us when we pray to say: ‘Our Father which art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and glory, forever. Amen.’” As the bowed heads lifted a sweet voice rose in song. It was Mrs. Thomas C. Noyes, one who had honored the President—as all women honored him—one who had known him well. The words, the air, the pathos of the scene, combined in a wonderful impressiveness. Not now, but in the coming years It may be in the better land, We’ll read the meaning of our tears, And there, some time, we’ll understand. CHORUS. Then trust in God through all thy days; Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand; Though dark the way, still sing and praise; Some time, some time, we’ll understand. We’ll catch the broken thread again, And finish what we here began; Heav’n will mysteries explain, And then, ah, then, we’ll understand. We’ll know why clouds instead of sun Were over many a cherished plan; Why song has ceased when scarce begun; ’Tis there, some time, we’ll understand. Why what we longed for most of all, Eludes, so oft, our eager hand; Why hopes are crushed and castles fall, Up there, some time, we’ll understand. God knows the way, He holds the key, He guides us with unerring hand. Some time with tearless eyes we’ll see; Yes, there, up there, we’ll understand. The venerable Bishop Andrews, the church of which William McKinley had been an almost lifelong member, rose and read the scriptural assurances of life beyond the grave—the blessed assurances that bring such comfort in the hour of grief. Then began the sermon—the funeral oration over the body of his President and his friend.