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1 PASTOR, thou art from us taken
      In the glory of thy years,
  As the oak, by tempests shaken,
      Falls ere time its verdure sears.

2 Pale and cold we see thee lying
      In God's temple, once so dear.
  And the mourners' bitter sighing
      Falls unheeded on thine ear.

3 All thy love and zeal, to lead us
      Where immortal fountains flow,
  And on living bread to feed us,
      In our fond remembrance glow.

4 May the conquering faith, that cheered thee
      When thy foot on Jordan pressed,
  Guide our spirits while we leave thee
      In the tomb that Jesus blessed.

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.