| Bishop of the souls of men,When the foeman’s step is nigh,
 When the wolf lays wait by night
 For the lambs continually,
 Watch, O Lord, about us keep,
 Guard us, Shepherd of the sheep.
 When the hireling flees away,Caring only for his gold,
 And the gate unguarded stands
 At the entrance to the fold,
 Stand, O Lord, Thy flock before
 Thou the Guardian, Thou the Door.
 Lord, whose guiding finger ruledIn the casting of the lot,
 That Thy Church might fill the throne
 Of the lost Iscariot,
 In our trouble ever thus
 Stand, good Master, nigh to us.
 When the saints their order takeIn the New Jerusalem,
 And Matthias stands elect,
 Give us part and lot with him,
 Where in Thine own dwelling place
 We may witness face to face.
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