Far-shining names from age to age enrich the Church's heritage, the loyal liegemen of the Lord, who found in thee their great reward. One name from that immortal throng inspires to-day our festal song: in loving memory we hold the bishop and the saint of old, who, far away in eastern land, with gentle heart and open hand loved all things living, shared his store with homeless men who sought his door. Friend of the poor, no less was he the guardian saint of those at sea; o'er wave-swept rock and sheltered bay God's churches bear his name to-day. And his the skill, the tender art that wins the trustful, child-like heart: his dearest title to the end 'Saint Nicolas, the children's friend.' To thee, 0 Lord, the praise be given for this true citizen of heaven a star above the stormy sea to lead the wanderer home to thee.