Saint of God, elect and pre­cious,
Protomartyr Ste­phen, bright
With thy love of amp­lest mea­sure,
Shining round thee like a light;
Who to God com­mend­est, dy­ing,
Them that did thee all de­spite.

Glitters now the crown above thee,
Figured in thy hon­ored name:
O that we, who tru­ly love thee,
May have por­tion in the same;
In the dread­ful day of judg­ment
Fearing nei­ther sin nor shame.

Laud to God, and might, and hon­or,
Who with flow­ers of ro­sy dye
Crowned thy fore­head, and hath placed thee
In the star­ry throne on high:
He di­rect us, He pro­tect us,
From death’s sting eter­nal­ly.