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Bishop Lightfoot.
DECEMBER 21ST, 1889.
In the Prince Bishop line, the princeliest thou
Being the humblest soul, since Leader's son
Saw angel hosts ascending, and was won
To leave his fold and take the preacher's vow.
From Farne to Camus' flood in grief we bow,
Northumbria's flock is smitten and alone,
For thou, the Shepherd, to far fields art gone.
Life claimed thee consecrate. Death sealed thy brow.
Being the humblest soul, since Leader's son
Saw angel hosts ascending, and was won
To leave his fold and take the preacher's vow.
From Farne to Camus' flood in grief we bow,
Northumbria's flock is smitten and alone,
For thou, the Shepherd, to far fields art gone.
Life claimed thee consecrate. Death sealed thy brow.
Chief lord, among thy scholars scholar still!
Thou guider of earth's flock, thyself heaven-guided,
By what calm waters, and what pastures sweet
Dost thou in glory minister, whose will
Was to make strong and whole a church divided
And bring the bruised and out-cast to Christ's feet?
Thou guider of earth's flock, thyself heaven-guided,
By what calm waters, and what pastures sweet
Dost thou in glory minister, whose will
Was to make strong and whole a church divided
And bring the bruised and out-cast to Christ's feet?
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