Two Brothers Freely Cast Their Lot

Two bro­thers free­ly cast their lot

With Da­vid’s roy­al Son;

The cost of con­quest count­ing not

They deem the bat­tle won.

Brothers in heart

they hope to gain

An un­di­vid­ed joy

That man may one with man re­main

As boy was one with boy.

Christ heard; and willed that James should fall

First prey of Sa­tan’s rage;

John lin­ger out his fel­lows all

And die in blood­less age.

Now they join hands once more ab­ove

Before the Con­quer­or’s throne!

Thus God grants pray­er; but in His love

Makes times and ways His own.

All glo­ry to the Fa­ther be

All glo­ry to the Son

All glo­ry

Ho­ly Ghost

to Thee

While end­less ag­es run.