Let our Choir new anthems raise:

Wake the morn with gladness:

GOD Himself to joy and praise

Turns the Martyrs’ sadness:

This the day that won their crown,

Opened Heav’n’s 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 endeavour;

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.

He Who trod the self-same road,

Death and Hell defeated;

Wherefore these their passions showed

Calvary repeated.

Up and follow, Christian men!

Press through toil and sorrow!

Spurn the night of fear, and then,—

On the glorious morrow!

Who will venture on the strife?

Who will first begin it?

Who will seize the Land of Life?

Warriors, up and win it?