Blessed feasts of blessed martyrs,
Saintly days of saintly men,
With affection's recollections
Greet we thy return again.

Mighty deeds they wrought, and wonders,
While a frame of flesh they bore;
We with meetest praise and sweetest
Honour them for evermore.

By contempt of worldly pleasures,
And by mighty battles done,
have they merited with angels
to be knit for aye in one.

Wherefore made co-heirs of glory,
Ye that sit with Christ on high,
Jon to ours thy supplications,
As for grace and peace we cry.

That, this weary life completed,
And its many labours past,
We may merit to be seated
In our father's home at last.