O glorious King of Martyr hosts, Thou Crown that each Confessor boasts, Who leadest to celestial day Those who have cast earth's joys away: Thine ear in mercy, Saviour, 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 triumphs gain, From Thee Confessors grace obtain; O'ercome in us the lust of sin, That we Thy pardoning love may win. To Thee who, dead, again dost live, All glory, Lord, Thy people give; All glory, as is ever meet, To Father and to Paraclete.