Remember the martyrs
Those who carried the torch of our faith
Through the terrors and trials of their age
Who feared not their departures

Faith made them secure
No matter the bitter drought
Poured down by Satan’s spout
They proved a body pure

When you are opposed
Cast down and sorely wronged
Look to the one for whom they longed
Look to the God of old

Find treasure the martyrs valued higher than gold

I yearn to reflect your image 
The old man stripped away 
I behold your holy visage
I’m driven to my knees to pray 
For deliverance from sin