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" The memory of the just is blessed."

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SHEPHERD of the sheep, High Priest of things to come, Who didst in grace Thy servant keep, And take him sweetly home;

Accept our song of praise For all his holy care,[ of days, His zeal unquenched, through length The trials that he bare.

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His heart was Thine alone,

From selfish longings free;[ throne, Thy throne the Cross, a cross his His life was hid in Thee. Chief of Thy faithful band,

He held himself the least;[ hand, Though Thy dread keys were in his O everlasting Priest.

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So, trusting in Thy might, He won a fair renown; So, waxing valiant in the fight, He trod the lion down.

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The charge Thy love had given, And passed away Thy Face to see Revealed in highest heaven. On all our Bishops pour The Spirit of Thy grace; That as he won the palm of yore, So they may run their race;

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That, when this life is done, They may with him adore The ever Blessèd THREE in ONE In bliss for evermore. Amen.