THE PASTOR’S RETURN

From ancient realms, from many a seat

Of art and power beyond the sea;

From fields o’er which the blessed feet

Of Jesus walked in Galilee;

From snow-capped peak and glorious vale,

That listen to the cataract’s voice,

Led by the hand of God, we hail,

Once more, the pastor of our choice.

The reaper takes his place again,

Where the white harvest skirts the way,

With sinews strengthened to sustain

The heat and burden of the day.

And while our hearts, with one accord,

Welcome him to his cherished home;

As Thou hast blessed his wanderings, Lord,

Oh, bless his labors yet to come!