When the sun on the cross looked dim,
And the graves gave up their dead.
“Yet preaching from clime to clime,
He hath roamed the earth for ages,
And hither he shall come in time
When the wrath of the heathen rages,
In time a remnant from the sword—
Ah! but a remnant to deliver;
Yet, bless’d be the name of the Lord!
His martyrs shall go into bliss for ever.