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.