. MARTYRS,&¢. 281 “ Blessed ave they which are persecuted for righteousness ts Sor theirs ts the kingdom of heaven.” 3&0 ET our Choir new anthems raise; Wake the song of gladness;

Gop Himself to joy and praise Turns the martyrs’ sadness:

Bright the day that won their crown, Opened heaven’s bright portal,

As they laid the mortal down To put on th’ immortal.

Never flinched they ftom 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.

Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow;

Spurn the night of fear, and then, O, the glorious morrow!

Who will venture on the strife? Blest who first begin it;

Who will grasp the Land of Life? Warriors, up and win it! Amen.

“ He gave some.... Pastors ana Teachers”

881 ESU, for the beacon-light By Thy holy Doctors given,

When the mists of error’s night

Gathered o’er the path to heaven,

For the witness that they bare

To the truth they learned of Thee,

For the glory that they share,

Let our praise accepted be.

In Jerusalem below

‘They were workmen at Thy call,

Each with one hand met the foe,

With the other built the wall;

Watchmen on the mountain set,

Scribes instructed in Thy Word.

Fishers with the Gospel net

Drawing souls to Thee their Lorn,