The saint who first found grace to pen
The life which was the life of men,
And shed abroad the Gos­pel’s ray,
His fame we ce­le­brate to­day.

Lo, drawn by Pen­te­cost­al fire,
His heart con­ceived its great de­sire,
When pure of mind, in­spired, he heard
And with his hand set forth the Word.

Then, clear­ly writ, the God­head shone
Serene and fair to look up­on;
And through that record still comes pow­er
To light­en souls in death’s dark hour.

O ho­ly mind, for wis­dom fit
Wherein that Life of lives stood writ,
May we through minds of like ac­cord
Show forth the pat­terns of our Lord.

And so may all whose minds are dark
Be led to truth by good Saint Mark,
And after this our earth­ly strife
Stand writ­ten in the Book of Life.

Praise God who made the world so fair,
And sent His Son our Sav­ior there,
And by His Holy Spi­rit wist
To teach the first ev­an­gel­ist.