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Bishop Fraser.
OCTOBER 22ND, 1885.
The whole church prest her hand upon her heart
With pain to hear thy heart had ceased to beat;
There fell a shock of silence on the street,
And death a moment hushed the wrangling mart;
For thou wert of thy multitudes a part,
Thy wisdom sat not only in the seat
Of lore ecclesiastic, and thy feet
Were swift to heal the nation's every smart.
With pain to hear thy heart had ceased to beat;
There fell a shock of silence on the street,
And death a moment hushed the wrangling mart;
For thou wert of thy multitudes a part,
Thy wisdom sat not only in the seat
Of lore ecclesiastic, and thy feet
Were swift to heal the nation's every smart.
Oh! generous eyes, from purer heights to see
The littleness of party—clearer now!
Oh! voice not ever lifted but to serve
The Christ of all the churches, and to nerve
Weak souls. Thy Shepherd-chief had need of thee,
And lo His crown upon thy tireless brow
The littleness of party—clearer now!
Oh! voice not ever lifted but to serve
The Christ of all the churches, and to nerve
Weak souls. Thy Shepherd-chief had need of thee,
And lo His crown upon thy tireless brow
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