Saints of God! Lo, Je­su’s peo­ple
Age to age your glo­ry tell;
In His name for us ye la­bored,
Now in bless eter­nal dwell.

Twelve poor men, by Christ an­oint­ed,
Braved the rich, the wise, the great,
All the world counts dear re­ject­ing,
Rapt in their apos­to­late.

Thus the earth their death-wounds pur­chased,
Hallowed by the blood there­from,
On her bo­som bore the na­tions,
Laved, il­lum­ined—Christ­en­dom.

On this feast, al­migh­ty Fa­ther,
May we praise Thee with the Son,
Evermore His love con­fess­ing,
Who from Both with Both is One.