The death of a pastor.
TO thee, O God, when creatures fail,
Thy flock, deserted, flies;
And on the’ eternal Shepherd’s care,
Our steadfast hope relies.
2 When o’er thy faithful servant’s dust
Thy saints assembled mourn,
In speedy tokens of thy grace,
O Zion’s God, return!
3 The powers of nature all are thine,
And thine the aids of grace;
Thine arm has borne thy churches up,
Through each succeeding race.
4 Exert thy sacred influence here,
And here thy suppliants bless;
And change to strains of cheerful praise
Our accents of distress.
Philip Doddridge
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
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