And sheperds shall we be For thee, My Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming a soul shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti *bang* [Sleep tight Papa Joe] Now cracks a noble heart.-Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!