Iste Confessor (Hymn from the Common of Confessors)

The Confessor of Christ, from shore to shore Worshipped with solemn rite; This day went up with joy, his labors o'er, To thrones of light. Holy and innocent were all his ways; Sweet, temperate, unstain'd; His life was prayer—his every breath was praise, While breath to him remain'd. Therefore to him triumphant praise we pay, And yearly songs renew; Praying our glorious Saint for us to pray, All the long ages through. To God, of all the center and the source, Be power and glory given; Who sways the mighty world through all its course, From the bright throne of Heaven. Amen.