The Tombs we Filled are Crumbling

The tombs we filled are crumbling
And the idols we built are tumbling
The safety we clung to is frightening
And the burden we bore is lightening

For the day is now near at hand, for which all creation groans
When praise will rise from surf and sand and stars and beasts and stones

The slaves are liberated
Grace is unabated
Now the lost will find
In darkness, Light doth shine

O Martyr! (A Victory Song)

O Martyr, cling to breath no more
O Martyr, shed the cloak of flesh you wore

O Martyr, grasp no more at life
O Martyr, your flesh is worth no strife

O Martyr, you have triumphed o’er your foes
O Martyr, you have escaped their every blow

O Martyr, heed not false prophets foretelling doom
O Martyr, your end is not found in any tomb

O Martyr, do not fear the grave
O Martyr, through death your life is saved

O Martyr, blood has paid the cost
O Martyr, the soul that follows is not lost

O Martyr, look, look on ahead
O Martyr, see the land where death is dead

O Martyr, death is lost in victory
O Martyr, you now shall live abundantly

O Martyr, let go your bloodied sword
O Martyr, go be present with thy LORD

O Martyr, fight and win and die
O Martyr, suffer first, then fly

O Watchman! (A Battle Cry)

O Watchman, abandon not your place
O Watchmen, keep a steady face

O Watchman, guard in night and day
O Watchman, in all conditions stay

O Watchman, heed not shades of night
O Watchman, send out thy beams of light

O Watchman, look upon the plane
O Watchman, see and say the same

O Watchman, watch for coming death
O Watchman, cry warning with all thy breath

O Watchman, see the horde that comes
O Watchman, stand and do not run

O Watchman, gather all your host
O Watchman, revile the assailant’s boast

O Watchman, send forth all your throng
O Watchman, the battle shan’t be long

O Watchman, stay vigilant and true
O Watchman, great things depend on you

O Watchman, the fight will soon be done
O Watchman, you have already won