The Lord and King of All Things

The Lord and king of all things

But yes­ter­day was born;

And Ste­phen’s glo­ri­ous of­fer­ing

His birth-tide shall adorn:

No pearls of ori­ent splen­dor

No jew­els can he show;

But with his own true heart’s blood

His shin­ing vest­ments glow.

Come

ye that love the mar­tyrs

And pluck the flow­ers of song

And weave them in a gar­land

For this our sup­pli­ant throng;

And cry

O thou that shin­est

In grace’s bright­est ray

Christ’s val­iant pro­to­mar­tyr

For peace and fa­vor pray!

Thou first of all con­fess­ors

Of all the dea­cons crown

Of ev­ery fol­low­ing ath­lete

The glo­ry and re­nown:

Make sup­pli­ca­tion

stand­ing

Before Christ’s roy­al throne

That He would give the king­dom

And for our sins atone!