Ye Servants of Our Glorious King

Ye serv­ants of our glo­ri­ous king

To Him your thank­ful prais­es bring;

And tell the deeds that grace has done

The tri­umphs by His mar­tyrs won.

Since they were faith­ful to the last

Their ho­ly strug­gles now are past;

The bit­ter­ness of death is o’er

And theirs is bliss for­ev­er­more.

The flame might scorch

the knife lay bare

And cru­el beasts their mem­bers tear;

No pow­ers of earth

no pow­ers of hell

The souls that loved their Lord could quell.

Forever brok­en is the chain

That sought to bind them

but in vain;

O let us strive like them to win

Our free­dom from the bonds of sin.

O Sav­ior

may our por­tion be

With those who gave them­selves to Thee

Through all eter­ni­ty to sing

All praise to Thee

the mar­tyrs’ king.