Long live the Pope!

Long live the Pope! His praises sound Again and yet again: His rule is over space and time: His throne the heart of men: All hail! The Shepherd King of Rome, The theme of loving song: Let all the earth his glory sing And heav'n the strain prolong! Let all the earth his glory sing And heav'n the strain prolong! Beleaguered by By the foes of earth, Beset by hosts of hell, He guards the loyal flock of Christ, A watchful sentinel: And yet, amid the din and strife, The clash of mace and sword, He bears alone the Shepherd Staff, The champion of the Lord. He bears alone the Shepherd Staff, The champion of the Lord. His signet is the fisherman's No scepter does he bear In meek and lowly majesty He rules from Peter's chair And yet from every tribe and tongue From every clime and zone 900 million voices sound The glory of his throne! 900 million voices sound The glory of his throne! Then raise the chant, With heart and voice, In Church & school & home: "Long live the Shepherd of the Flock! Long live the Pope of Rome!" Almighty Father bless his work, Protect him in his ways, Receive his prayer, fulfill his hopes, And grant him length of days! Receive his prayer, fulfill his hopes, And grant him length of days!