Ye servants of our glorious King

1. Ye servants of our glorious king,
To Him your thankful praises bring;
And tell the deeds that grace has done,
The triumphs by His martyrs won.

2. Since they were faithful to the last,
Their holy struggles now are past;
The bitterness of death is o’er,
And theirs is bliss forevermore.

3. The flame might scorch, the knife lay bare,
And cruel beasts their members tear;
No powers of earth, no powers of hell
The souls that loved their Lord could quell.

4. Forever broken is the chain
That sought to bind them, but in vain;
O let us strive like them to win
Our freedom from the bonds of sin.

5. O Savior, may our portion be
With those who gave themselves to Thee,
Through all eternity to sing
All praise to Thee, the martyrs’ king.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7813

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