Sanctorum Meritis (Hymn from the Common of Many Martyrs)

The merits of the Saints, Blessed for evermore, Their love that never faints, The toils they bravely bore— For these the Church today Pours forth her joyous lay— These victors win the noblest bay. They, whom this world of ill, While it yet held, abhorr'd; Its withering flowers that still They spurn'd for Christ the Lord— Theirs is the Master's eye, And theirs the crown on high: For Him they fear'd not here to die. Give ear to our request, Most gracious Redeemer, now; And on Thy servants blest Pardon and peace bestow, While in Thy Martyrs' praise Our grateful voice we raise Now and through everlasting days. Amen.