Let all on earth their voices raise,Re-echoing Heav’n’s triumphant praiseTo Him, who gave th’apostles graceTo run on earth their glorious race.
Thou, at Whose word they bore the lightOf Gospel truth o’er heathen night,To us that heav’nly light impart,To glad our eyes and cheer our heart.
Thou, at Whose will to them was giv’nTo bind and loose in earth and Heav’n,Our chains unbind, our sins undo,And in our hearts Thy grace renew.
Thou, in Whose might they spake the wordWhich cured disease and health restored,To us its healing power prolong,Support the weak, confirm the strong.
And when the thrones are set on highAnd judgment’s awful hour draws nigh,Then, Lord, with them pronounce us blest,And take us to Thine endless rest.
Thou, Lord, hast power to heal,And Thou wilt quickly aid,For Thou dost deeply feelThe stripes upon us laid:Thou who wast wounded by the rodUplifted in the hand of God.
Send speedy help, we pray,To him who ailing lies,That from his couch he mayWith thankful heart arise;Through prayers which all availing findThine ear, O Lover of mankind.
O blinded are our eyes,And all are held in night;But like the blind who cries,We cry to Thee for light;In penitence, O Christ, we pray,Give us the radiant light of day.