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.