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Like Thy learnéd sons of yore,

Jesu, may Thy Pastors still

Know and teach Thy sacred lore

With brave heart and patient skill;

In these latter days of strife

Keep, O keep them true to Thee,

Till beside the well of life

Light in Thine own Light they see, Amen,

“ The memory of the just ts blessed.”

$82 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,

His zeal unquenched, through length of days, The trials that he bare.

His heart was Thine alone, From selfish longings free;

Thy Throne the Cross, a cross his throne, His life was hid in Thee,

Chief of Thy faithful band, He held himself the least;

Though Thy dread keys were in his hand, O everlasting Priest.

So, trusting in Thy might, He won a fair renown;

So, waxing valiant in the fight, He trod the lion down.

Then rendered up to Thee

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 gra¢e;

That as he won the palm of yore, So they may run their race;