May I protest a little less than James of Zebede.
Oh Brother James, The blessed saint; the first to be set free
By Herod’s sword he joined you Lord to reign a thousand years.
Oh Christ, live your life in me
Oh Jesus Christ, let me die with thee;
That I might rise, rise to life and be
Your brother, Christ, live your life in me.
Spirit-filled Socrates, make your home in me
We may not have a place to rest, but I’ll find my rest in thee.
Oh Brother James, the lucky saint to be your brother here:
May I be found to him a kin, and be your brother dear.
So Brother James the third I’ll be, if you see fit for me
To live in Christ, and die to gain is all I ask for please.
So curb me now impatience vain to read thy veiled decree
And count it joy to suffer, Lord if so brought nearer thee
Christ, kin eternally.