Normale Version: PRIEST of the gladsome tidings, old and new,
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PRIEST of the gladsome tidings, old and new,
To whom by nature fell, as the most fit,
The saintly Channing's mantle; brave and true,
Thou heedst thy calling, and dost well acquit
Thyself of the high mission. Thy sage wit
(O brother in the Lord, and well approved
To lead men heavenward to the Father's throne,
And Son's that sits at His right hand beloved!)
Hath ministered to every clime and zone
Washed by Pacific or Atlantic sea,
With chainless flow 'neath Heaven's unbounded cope.
Son of the Church, saint of thy century!
Undoubting faith is thine, and fadeless hope,
And ardent, all-embracing charity.