God’s martyr, who the course has run
behind the Father’s only Son,
O victor, conqu’ring all your foes,
who now the joys of heaven knows,
O favor us with gifts of prayer
To cleanse us from the faults we bear
Ward evil off, that plague of strife;
Repel all tedium from life.
Your frame is freed from chains at last;
now loose the chains that hold us fast,
the bonds to worldliness undone
by love of God’s beloved Son.
To Son and Father honor be,
and Holy Spirit, One and Three,
who ring you with a lasting crown
in halls of glorious renown.
Trans. c. 2013 Kathleen Pluth