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.