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GOOD BISHOPS.
Ye seek not praise from man, nor fear his face;Then let my words be few: before your Lord
Commended, as establish'd by His grace
Faithful ye stand, to reap a good reward:
True shepherds of the fold, whom power and place
Have not corrupted from that lowlier mind
Which dwelt in Him,—we love in you to trace
The likeness of his zeal, in you to find
Martyrs for truth in these last perilous times;
Thunders, with hail and fire, are rolling round,
And good men writhe beneath their rulers' crimes,
And Babylon must rise again to fall;
Yet is there hope; while you are faithful found,
Zion is strong behind her sevenfold wall.
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