Two brothers freely cast their lot

With David's royal Son;

The cost of conquest counting not,

They deem the battle won.

Brothers in heart, they hope to gain

An undivided joy;

That man may one with man remain,

As boy was one with boy.

CHRIST heard; and will'd that James should fall,

First prey of Satan's rage;

John linger out his fellows all,

And die in bloodless age.

Now they join hands once more above,

Before the Conqueror's throne;

Thus GOD grants prayer, but in His love

Makes times and ways His own.