Their anthems swell where God doth dwell
’Mid angels’ songs of praise.
Despised and scorned, they sojourned here,
But now, how glorious they appear!
These martyrs stand a priestly band,
God’s throne forever near.
So oft, in troubled days gone by,
In anguish they would weep and sigh;
At home above, the God of love
The tears of all shall dry.