The Martyrs' triumphs let us sing, Their blood poured forth for Christ the King, And while due hymns of praise we pay, Our thankful hearts cast grief away. The world its terrors urged in vain; They recked not of the body's pain; One step, and holy death made sure The life that ever shall endure. To flames the Martyr Saints are hailed; By teeth of savage beasts assailed; Against them, armed with ruthless brand And hooks of steel, their torturers stand. The mangled frame is tortured sore, The holy life-drops freshly pour; They stand unmoved amidst the strife, By grace of everlasting life. Redeemer, hear us of Thy love, That, with the Martyr host above, Hereafter, of Thine endless grace, Thy servants also may have place.