The Lord and King of all things
But yesterday was born;
And Stephen�s glorious offering
His birth-tide shall adorn:
No pearls of orient splendor,
No jewels can he show;
But with his own true heart�s blood
His shining vestments glow.

Come, ye that love the martyrs,
And pluck the flowers of song,
And weave them in a garland,
For this our suppliant throng;
And cry, �O thou that shinest
In grace�s brightest ray,
Christ�s valiant protomartyr,
For peace and favor pray!�

Thou first of all confessors,
Of all the deacons crown,
Of every following athlete,
The glory and renown:
Make supplication, standing
Before Christ�s royal throne,
That He would give the kingdom,
And for our sins atone!