We honor, one in Christ, this day
A Wessex child who grew in grace,
A monk no hindrance could dismay:
This saint we gave the German race.
A cloistered life of active prayer
Was not for him, though truly blest:
His love of Jesus led him where,
In Fresia, he would serve him best.
From all, except obedience, freed,
He preached to all the word of grace:
And churches lax in life and creed,
Learned discipline from Boniface.
In great events he played his part,
Princes and Popes gave him their trust:
But simple virtues warmed his heart,
And worldly pomp he counted dust.
At last, in Fresia, where his own
To save him would have fought and died,
He offered Christ his martyr's crown,
True servant of the Crucified.
Lord, grant us strength in unity,
For mission in the Spirit's might,
And send your Church such saints as he
To lead all nations to the light.