Deus, tuorum militum

O God, of those that fought thy fight,

Portion, and prize, and crown of light,

Break every bond of sin and shame

As now we praise thy martyr's name.

He recked not of the world's allure,

But sin and pomp of sin forswore:

Knew all their gall, and passed them by,

And reached the throne prepared on high.

Bravely the course of pain he ran,

And bare his torments as a man:

For love of thee his blood outpoured,

And thus obtained the great reward.

With humble voice and suppliant word

We pray thee therefore, holy Lord,

While we thy martyr's feast-day keep,

Forgive thy loved and erring sheep.

Glory and praise for aye be done

To God the Father, and the Son,

And Holy Ghost, who reign on high,

One God, to all eternity.

Amen.