O glorious King of martyr hosts,
Thou Crown that each confessor boasts,
Who leadest to celestial day
The saints who cast earth�s joys away;

Thine ear in mercy, Savior, lend,
While unto Thee our prayers ascend;
And as we count their triumphs won,
Forgive the sins that we have done.

Martyrs in Thee their triumph gain,
Confessors grace from Thee obtain;
We sinners humbly seek to Thee,
From sin�s offense to set us free.

All laud to God the Father be,
All praise, eternal Son, to Thee;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To God the holy Paraclete.