He, whose confession God of old ac­cept­ed,
Whom through the ag­es all now hold in hon­or,
Gaining his guer­don this day came to en­ter
Heaven’s high por­tal.

God-fear­ing, watch­ful, pure of mind and bo­dy,
Holy and hum­ble, thus did all men find him,
While, through his mem­bers, to the life im­mor­tal
Mortal life called him.

Thus to the wea­ry, from the life en­shrin­èd,
Potent in virtue, flowed hu­mane com­pas­sion;
Sick and sore la­den, how­so­ev­er bur­dened,
There they found heal­ing.

So now in cho­rus, giv­ing God the glo­ry,
Raise we our an­them glad­ly to His hon­or,
That in fair kin­ship we may all be shar­ers
Here and here­af­ter.

Honor and glo­ry, power and sal­va­tion,
Be in the high­est un­to Him who reign­eth
Changeless in Hea­ven ov­er earth­ly changes
Triune, eter­nal.