Aeterna Christi munera 
et martyrum victorias, 
laudes ferentes debitas, 
laetis canamus mentibus.

terrore victo saeculi, 
poenisque spretis corporis, 
mortis sacrae conpendio 
lucem beatam possident. 

traduntur igni martyres 
et bestiarum dentibus, 
sed permanent inmobiles 
vitae perennis gratia. 

te nunc, redemptor, quacsumus 
ut martyrum consortio 
iungas precantes servulos 
in sempiterna saecula. Amen. 

Th'eternal gifts of Christ the King, 
The Martyrs' triumphs let us sing, 
And all with hearts of gladness raise 
Due hymns of thankful love and praise. 

The world its terrors urged in vain; 
They reck'd not of the body's pain: 
One step, and holy death made sure 
The life that ever shall endure. 

The flame might scorch, the knife lay bare, 
And savage beasts their members tear; 
But naught their constancy could shake 
For that eternal kingdom's sake. 

To Thee, Redeemer, now we cry, 
That Thou wouldst join with them on high 
Thy servants, who this grace implore, 
For ever and for evermore. Amen. 

Text and translation from Hymns Ancient and Modern.