Thou art the Christ, O Lord,
The Son of God most high!
For ever be ad­ored
That name in earth and sky,
In which, though mor­tal strength may fail,
The saints of God at last pre­vail!

Oh, sure­ly he was blest
With bless­ed­ness un­priced,
Who, taught of God, con­fessed
The God­head in the Christ!
For of Thy Church, Lord, Thou didst own
Thy saint a true foun­da­tion stone.

Thrice was he put to shame,
Thrice did the daunt­less fall;
But, oh, that look that came
From out the judg­ment hall!
It pierced and broke the spell-bound heart,
And foiled the tempt­er’s sift­ing art.

Thrice fall­en, thrice re­stored!
The bit­ter les­son learnt,
That heart for Thee, O Lord,
With tri­ple ar­dor burnt.
The cross he took he laid not down,
Until he grasped the mar­tyr’s crown.

Oh, bright tri­um­phant faith!
Oh, cour­age void of fears!
Oh, love most strong in death!
Oh, pe­ni­ten­tial tears!
By these, Lord, keep us lest we fall,
And make us go where Thou shalt call.