Author's note: The first of these is actually a reworking of someone else's interpolation, since I thought the female martyrs of the early Church deserved better than "oppressed and wronged, still lived their faith with dignity". The other three are my own initiative. Enjoy them all.


Verse 3:

Our mothers, too, through grief and pain,
Preserved their hearts in purity;
So may we all, and with them gain
Thy joy and peace eternally.

Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death.


Verse 2:

Blessed compunction: how can it be
Grace thus abounds to a sinner like me?
Child of destruction, stranger to good –
Healed by His bruises, bought with His blood!

This is my story, this is my song:
Praising my Savior all the day long!
This is my story, this is my song:
Praising my Savior all the day long.


Verse 3:

He stays me with apples and wine,
And my soul He ravishes sweetly;
I shall know no fear, for my Lord is near,
And I am His completely.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.


Verse 3 (after the bridge):

How beautiful, the corn that grows,
Is plucked, and is killed to become Him who rose;
How beautiful, the form of wine
Through which men partake of their Savior divine!

How beautiful –
How beautiful –
How beautiful is the Body of Christ!