O glorious Martyrs, you foundations of the Church,/ your venerable relics have appeared from the depths of the earth/ like spiritual roses and treasuries of graces./ They breathe forth the grace of healing/ and grant the fragrance of life/ to those who lovingly call you blessed.
Leaving thy native Ireland, thou didst labour for Christ/ in the remoteness of Kernow,/ giving thyself up to ascetic struggles and missionary journeyings,/ O Father Elwin./ Wherefore we pray for courage and strength to emulate thy example/ for the salvation of our souls.
Like bright lights you shone from the earth and dispelled ungodly darkness;/ you have illumined the faithful,/ O divine Martyrs, champions of the Trinity.
Accompanied by the pious Breaca,/ thou didst go out to preach the Gospel of Christ to those who were in darkness,/ therefore we glorify thee, ever praying/ that our lives may also be spent in God-pleasing activities.