Bishop of souls, Lord Jesus Christ, Protect Thy flock, we pray, Lest into Satan's nets enticed, We perish by the way. Unto Thy blood-bought Church bestow A godly ministry, Intent Thy holy will to know, Obedient unto Thee. As stewards of Thy mysteries May they e'er faithful be To teach Thy Word's divine decrees In pristine purity. Grant unto them Thy Spirit's power, The unction from on high. Console them in the trial hour, Assure them Thou art nigh.
Note: This poem, author unknown, appeared in a pastoral letter from our synod President. -Ed.