O God, Thy soldiers’ crown and guard,And their exceeding great reward;From all transgressions set us free,Who sing Thy martyr’s victory.
The pleasures of the world he spurned,From sin’s pernicious lures he turned;He knew their joys imbued with gall,And thus he reached Thy heavenly hall.
For Thee through many a woe he ran,In many a fight he played the man;For Thee his blood he dared to pour,And thence hath joy forevermore.
We therefore pray Thee, full of love,Regard us from Thy throne above;On this Thy martyr’s triumph day,Wash every stain of sin away.
O Christ, most loving King, to Thee,With God the Father, glory be;Like glory, as is ever meet,To God the holy Paraclete.
When you count the ones who love the Lord,Count me, count me;When you count up those who trust His Word,Count me, count me.
Count me with the children of the heav’nly King;Count me with the servants who would service bring;Count me with the ransomed who His praises sing;Count me, count me.
When you count up those who’re saved by grace,Count me, count me;Who have found in Christ a hiding place,Count me, count me.
When you count up those who do the right,Count me, count me;Who are walking in the Gospel light,Count me, count me.
When you count up those who forward press,Count me, count me;Who shall gain the crown of righteousness,Count me, count me.