O God, Thy Soldiers’ Great Reward

O God

Thy sol­diers’ great re­ward

Their por­tion

crown

and faith­ful Lord

From all trans­gress­ions set us free

Who sing Thy mar­tyr’s vic­to­ry.

By wis­dom taught he learned to know

The van­ity of all be­low

The fleet­ing joys of earth dis­dained

And ev­er­last­ing glo­ry gained.

Right man­ful­ly his cross he bore

And ran his race of tor­ments sore;

For Thee he poured his life away

With Thee he lives in end­less day.

We there­fore pray Thee

Lord of love

Regard us from Thy throne ab­ove;

On this Thy mar­tyr’s tri­umph day

Wash ev­ery stain of sin away.

All praise to God the Fa­ther be

All praise

eter­nal Son

to Thee

Whom with the Spir­it we ad­ore

Forever and for­ev­er­more.