Bishop of the Souls of Men

Bishop of the souls of men

When the foe­man’s step is nigh

When the wolf lays wait by night

For the lambs con­tin­ual­ly

Watch

O Lord

about us keep

Guard us

Shep­herd of the sheep.

When the hire­ling flees away

Caring on­ly for his gold

And the gate un­guard­ed stands

At the en­trance to the fold

Stand

O Lord

Thy flock be­fore

Thou the guard­ian

Thou the door.

Lord

whose guid­ing fin­ger ruled

In the cast­ing of the lot

That Thy Church might fill the throne

Of the lost Is­ca­ri­ot

In our trou­ble ev­er thus

Stand

good Mas­ter

nigh to us.

When the saints their or­der take

In the New Je­ru­sa­lem

And Mat­thi­as stands elect

Give us part and lot with him

Where in Thine own dwell­ing place

We may wit­ness face to face.