The confessor of Christ, from shore to shore,
Honoured with solemn rite,
This day with merits full, his labours o’er,
Went to his seat in light.

Holy and innocent were all his ways,
Sweet, temp rate and unstained;
His life was pray'r - his evry breath was Praise,
While breath to him remained.

Oft’ times have miracles in many lands
His sanctity displayed;
And still does health return at his command
To many frames decayed.

Therefore to him triumphant praise we pay
And yearly songs renew;
Praying our glorious Saint for us to pray,
And the long ages through.

To God, of all the center and the source,
Be pow’r and glory giv’n
Who sways the mighty world through all its course,
From the bright throne of Heav’n.