Felix and Augebert, sold as slaves,
Pope Gregory Great in France their freedom gave,
In monastery for missions prepared them right:
English-born, to England were to go with Gospel light.
But God All-Wise, He stayed their steps,
Brought them to Heaven by heathen hand,
To preach to other English in other season and in other land.
Now in the South, of England sprung, Grace is waning,
God-hate rising. Deacon Augebert and Felix Priest,
Wait no more! Labor in prayer for her:
Deliver from demons, enlighten with Orthodoxy,
Chase away foes, burn up her sin-chaff.
For undeserved blessings, Dixiemen, build them churches,
Sing them songs, and in heart always them ġe·munan,
Thy holy kinsmen, bright Felix and Augebert.
‘Ġe·munan’ is Old English for ‘remember’.
Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð!
Anathema to the Union!