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. | |