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
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