O Glorious King Of Martyr Hosts,
Thou Crown That Each Confessor Boasts,
Who Leadest To Celestial Day
The Saints Who Cast Earth’s Joys Away;

Thine Ear In Mercy, Savior, Lend,
While Unto Thee Our Prayers Ascend;
And As We Count Their Triumphs Won,
Forgive The Sins That We Have Done.

Martyrs In Thee Their Triumph Gain,
Confessors Grace From Thee Obtain;
We Sinners Humbly Seek To Thee,
From Sin’s Offense To Set Us Free.

All Laud To God The Father Be,
All Praise, Eternal Son, To Thee;
All Glory, As Is Ever Meet,
To God The Holy Paraclete