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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