O God, Thy sol­diers’ crown and guard,
And their ex­ceed­ing great re­ward,
From all trans­gress­ions set us free,
Who sing Thy mar­tyr’s vic­to­ry.

The plea­sures of the world he spurned,
From sin’s per­ni­cious lures he turned;
He knew their joys im­bued with gall,
And thus he reached Thy heav’n­ly hall.

For Thee thro’ ma­ny a woe he ran,
In ma­ny a fight he played the man;
For Thee his blood he dared to pour,
And thence hath joy for­ev­er­more.

We there­fore pray Thee, full of love,
Regard us from Thy throne above:
On this Thy mar­tyr’s tri­umph day,
Wash ev­ery stain of sin away.

O Fa­ther, that we ask be done,
Through Je­sus Christ, Thine on­ly Son:
Who, with the Ho­ly Ghost and Thee,
Shall live and reign eter­na­lly.