Men’s souls to heaven. In Jesus fall’n asleep,
Around thy couch three generations weep, 5
Reared on thy knees with wisdom’s heavenly food,
And by thy counsels taught to choose the good;
Who in thy footsteps press up Zion’s steep,
To reach that temple which but now did ope
And let their father in. O’er his bier wake 10
No doleful strain, but high the note of hope
And praise uplift to God, who did him make
A faithful shepherd, of his Church a prop;