Let our choir new anthems raise, wake the morn with gladness;
God Himself to joy and praise turns the martyrs� sadness:
Bright the day that won their crown, opened heav�ns bright portal,
As they laid the mortal down and put on th�immortal.

Never flinched they from the flame, from the torture never;
Vain the foeman�s sharpest aim, Satan�s best endeavor:
For by faith they saw the land decked in all its glory,
Where triumphant now they stand with the victor�s story.

Faith they had that knew not shame, love that could not languish;
And eternal hope o�ercame momentary anguish.
Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow;
Spurn the night of fear, and then, O the glorious morrow!