Ne’er be touched by Time’s rude hand?
Whence come all this glorious band?
These are they who have contended
For their Saviour’s honour long,
Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng:
These, who well the fight sustained,
Triumph through the Lamb have gained.
These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,