Saints of God! Lo, Je­su’s people
Age to age your glo­ry tell;
In His name for us ye labored,
Now in bless eter­nal dwell.

Twelve poor men, by Christ anointed,
Braved the rich, the wise, the great,
All the world counts dear rejecting,
Rapt in their apostolate.

Thus the earth their death-wounds purchased,
Hallowed by the blood therefrom,
On her bosom bore the nations,
Laved, illumined—Christendom.

On this feast, al­migh­ty Fa­ther,
May we praise Thee with the Son,
Evermore His love confessing,
Who from Both with Both is One.