Laud the grace of God victorious

by Frederick George Lee

Laud the grace of God victorious

Sing triumphant o'er the foe,

Tell of him a martyr glorious

For the changeless truth laid low,

Faithful servant, valiant soldier,

Whom all lands and ages know.

Valiant soldier, proto-matyr,

First of Britain's sons to die,

Pagan ire and cries withstanding

By the grace of God most high.

By the strength of Him, Protector,

Who in strength and pow'r was nigh.

Craggy way and steep and narrow

Dark and drear the path of blood

Cruel foes were pressing round him

As he touched the Jordan's flood

Yet he stood, a soldier valiant

And the enemy withstood.

Patient, humble, like his Master,

He resigned a spirit calm;

Crowned with coronal unfading

Now he bears a martyr's palm;

Sheathing sword no longer needed,

He took up the endless psalm:

Laud and honour to the Father,

Equal honour to the Son,

Adoration to the Spirit,

Ever three and ever one;

Co-substantial, co-eternal,

While unending ages run.