I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great reward. Genesis 15:1
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.