Captator olim piscium
The fisherman that you had been
Became a fisherman of men
In your nets, Andrew, seize and save
Your people from the worldly wave.
St. Peter’s brother, by his side
In living flesh, and crucified.
One mother’s womb bore these two men
And now in highest heav’n they reign.
O shoot and offspring of renown!
How equal in your glorious crown!
The Church’s fathers, faithful ones,
And Christ’s own cross’s faithful sons.
Your brother’s path to life you laid.
You showed the place where Jesus stayed.
So Andrew, with us always bide:
Our happy journey’s blessed guide.
And more and more, o brother rare,
Arouse the churches everywhere
To love and serve obediently
Within St. Peter’s ministry.
Make us, O Christ’s beloved one,
Like you, the way of love to run,
That joy attaining, we may sing
In glory songs to God our King.