O Shepherd of the Sheep

O Shepherd of the sheep

High Priest of things to come

Who didst in grace Thy serv­ant keep

And take him safe­ly home;

Accept our song of praise

For all his ho­ly care

His zeal un­quenched through length of days

The tri­als that he bare.

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 giv’n

And passed away Thy face to see

Revealed in high­est Heav’n.

On all our bi­shops pour

The Spir­it of Thy grace;

That

as he won the palm of yore

So they may run their race.

That

when this life is done

They may with him ad­ore

The ev­er bless­èd Three in One

In bliss for­ev­er­more.