O glo­ri­ous King of mar­tyr hosts,
Thou crown that each con­fess­or boasts,
Who lead­est to ce­les­tial day
The saints who cast earth’s joys away;

Thine ear in mer­cy, Sav­ior, lend,
While un­to Thee our pray­ers as­cend;
And as we count their tri­umphs won,
Forgive the sins that we have done.

Martyrs in Thee their tri­umph gain,
Confessors grace from Thee ob­tain;
We sin­ners hum­bly seek to Thee,
From sin’s of­fense to set us free.

All laud to God the Fa­ther be,
All praise, eter­nal Son, to Thee;
All glo­ry, as is ev­er meet,
To God the ho­ly Pa­ra­clete.