O God, Thy Soldiers’ Crown and Guard

O God

Thy sol­diers’ crown and guard

And their ex­ceed­ing great re­ward

From all trans­gress­ions set us free

Who sing Thy mar­tyr’s vic­to­ry.

The plea­sures of the world he spurned

From sin’s per­ni­cious lures he turned;

He knew their joys im­bued with gall

And thus he reached Thy heav’n­ly hall.

For Thee thro’ ma­ny a woe he ran

In ma­ny a fight he played the man;

For Thee his blood he dared to pour

And thence hath joy for­ev­er­more.

We there­fore pray Thee

full of love

Regard us from Thy throne ab­ove:

On this Thy mar­tyr’s tri­umph day

Wash ev­ery stain of sin away.

O Fa­ther

that we ask be done

Through Je­sus Christ

Thine on­ly Son:

Who

with the Ho­ly Ghost and Thee

Shall live and reign eter­na­lly.