For the Roman Catholics in Ireland

Shepherd of souls, the great, the good,
Thy helpless sheep behold.
Those other sheep dispersed abroad,
Who are not of this fold.
By Satan and his factors bound
In ignorance and sin,
Recall them through the gospel sound,
And bring the outcasts in.
yyS Hymns and Poems.

Strangers alas! to Thee and peace,
They cannot find the way,
But wander in the wilderness,
And on the mountains stray.
Why should they faint, unsaved, unsought,
With sure relief so nigh?
Why should the souls whom Thou hast bought
For lack of knowledge die?

Cast up, cast up an iron road,
The stumbling-block remove.
The sin that keeps them back from God,
And from Thy pardoning love.
The hinderer of Thy word restrain.
The Babylonish beast.
The men who sell poor souls for gain,
Or curse whom Thou hast bless'd.

Those blindfold leaders of the blind,
Who frighten them from Thee,
And still bewitch the people's mind
With hellish sorcery:
Pierced with Thy Spirit's two-edged sword,
They shall no more deceive:
Sitnon himself at Thy great word
Shall tremble and believe.

Who lead their followers down the way
To everlasting death,
Confound, convert, and pluck the prey
Out of the lion's teeth.
The simple men, of heart sincere.
Who would receive Thy word,
Bring in, Thy blessed word to hear,
And own their bleeding Lord.

If Thou wilt work a work of grace,
Who shall the hinderer be?
Shall all the human hellish race
Detain Thy own from Thee?
Shall Satan keep, as lawful prize,
A nation in his snare?
Hosts of the living God, arise,
And try the force of prayer!

The prayer of faith hath raised the dead,
The' infernal legions driven.
The slaves from Satan's dungeon freed,
And shut and open'd heaven.
Our faith shall cleave the triple crown.
Shall o'er the beast prevail,
And turn his kingdom upside down,
And shake the gates of hell.

Come then, the all-victorious Name,
Jesus, whom demons flee.
Redemption in Thy blood proclaim,
And life and liberty.
Satan and all his hosts confound,
Burst ope the dungeon-door;
Deliverance preach to spirits bound,
And pardon to the poor.

These poor for whom we wrestle still,
A blind, deluded crowd,
Bring to the word, and wound and heal
Through the atoning blood.
We will not let Thee go, unless
The captives Thou retrieve;
Now, Lord, with true repentance bless.
And help them to believe.
I o To Thee with boldness we look up,
For all these sons oi Rome;
We ask in faith, and lo! a troop,
A troop of sinners come!
As flocking doves, to Thee they fly
For refuge and for rest;
They hasten to their windows nigh,
And shelter in Thy breast.
I The things which we desired we have:

sin and Satan sold,
A nation call, like us, and save,
And make us all one fold:
One house, one body, and one vine,
One church through grace forgiven.
By perfect love to angels join.
And waft us all to heaven.