O Christ, thou Lord of worlds, thine ear to hear us bow On this the festival of thine apostle now, Who taught to men thy power to free from sin's offence The souls of those that tread the way of penitence. Redeemer, save thy work, thy noble work of grace, Sealed with the holy light that beameth from thy face; Nor suffer them to fall to Satan's wiles a prey For whom thou didst on earth death's costly ransom pay. Pity thy flock, enthralled by sin's captivity, Forgive each guilty soul and set the bondmen free; And those thou hast redeemed by thine own Passion sore Grant to rejoice with thee, O King, for evermore.