We praise thy grace, O Saviour,

That beareth with us long,

And ever out of weakness

Thy servants maketh strong.

The saint, who left his comrades,

And turned back from the fight,

Behold at last victorious

In thy prevailing might!

From thee, Lord, came the courage

Once more to front the host:

Thy strength, most mighty Savior,

In weakness shineth most.

Thy love Saint Mark hath numbered

Among the blessed four,

And all the world rejoiceth

To learn his Gospel-lore.

O Lord, our human weakness

With pitying eye behold;

Uplift the fainting spirit,

And make the coward bold.

O Jesus, glorious Victor

O'er all the hosts of sin,

In us thy strength make perfect,

In us the victory win.

Amen.