O Son of God, our Captain of Salvation,
Thyself by suffering schooled to human grief,
We bless thee for thy sons of consolation,
Who follow in the steps of thee their chief:

For all true helpers, patient, kind, and skillful,
Who shed thy light across our darkened earth,
Counsel the doubting, and restrain the wilful,
Soothe the sick bed, and share the children's mirth.

Such was thy Levite, strong in self-oblation
To cast his all at thine apostles' feet;
He whose new name, through every Christian nation,
From age to age our thankful strains repeat.


J. Ellerton