Thou who sent­est Thine apos­tles
Two and two be­fore Thy face,
Partners in the night of toil­ing,
Heirs to­ge­ther of Thy grace,
Throned at length, their la­bors ended,
Each in his ap­point­ed place.

Praise to Thee for those Thy cham­pi­ons
Whom our hymns today pro­claim;
One, whose zeal by Thee en­light­ened
Burned anew with nob­ler flame;
One, the kins­man of Thy child­hood,
Brought at last to know Thy name.

Praise to Thee! Thy fire with­in them
Spake in love, and wrought in pow­er;
Seen in migh­ty signs and won­ders
In Thy Church’s morn­ing hour;
Heard in tones of stern­est warn­ing
When the storms be­gan to low­er.

Once again those storms are break­ing;
Hearts are fail­ing, love grows cold;
Faith is dark­ened, sin abound­ing;
Grievous wolves as­sail Thy fold;
Save us, Lord, our one sal­va­tion;
Save the faith re­vealed of old.

Call the err­ing by Thy pi­ty;
Warn the tempt­ed by Thy fear;
Keep us true to Thine al­le­giance,
Counting life it­self less dear,
Standing firm­er, hold­ing fast­er,
As we see the end draw near.

Till, with ho­ly Jude and Si­mon
And the thou­sand faith­ful more,
We, the good con­fess­ion wit­nessed,
And the life­long con­flict o’er,
On the sea of fire and crys­tal
Stand, and won­der, and ad­ore.

God the Fa­ther, great and won­drous
In Thy works, to Thee be praise;
King of saints, to Thee be glo­ry,
Just and true in all Thy ways;
Praise to Thee, from both pro­ceed­ing,
Holy Ghost, through end­less days.