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MARTYR'S HYMN.
They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and the
word of their testimony: and they loved not the
lives unto the death.
—Rev. xii. 11.
The glory of children are their fathers.
—Prov. xvii 6.
There was gladness in Zion, her standard was flying,
Free o'er her battlements, glorious and gay
All fair as the morning shone forth her adorning,
And fearful to foes was her godly array.
There is mourning in Zion, her standard lying
Defiled in the dust, to the spoiler a prey;
And now there is wailing, and sorrow prevailing,
For the best of her children are weed away.
Free o'er her battlements, glorious and gay
All fair as the morning shone forth her adorning,
And fearful to foes was her godly array.
There is mourning in Zion, her standard lying
Defiled in the dust, to the spoiler a prey;
And now there is wailing, and sorrow prevailing,
For the best of her children are weed away.
The good have been taken, their place is forsaken—
The man and the maiden, the green and the grey;
The voice of the weepers wails over the sleepers—
The martyrs of Scotland that now are away.
The man and the maiden, the green and the grey;
The voice of the weepers wails over the sleepers—
The martyrs of Scotland that now are away.
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The hue of her waters is crimson'd with slaughters,
And the blood of the martyrs has redden'd the clay;
And dark desolation broods over the nation,
For the faithful are perished, the good are away!
In the mountains of heather they slumber together;
On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay:
How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping,
Though far from their kindred they moulder away.
And the blood of the martyrs has redden'd the clay;
And dark desolation broods over the nation,
For the faithful are perished, the good are away!
In the mountains of heather they slumber together;
On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay:
How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping,
Though far from their kindred they moulder away.
Their blessing shall hover, their children to cover,
Like the cloud of the desert, by night and by day;
Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish,
The martyrs of Scotland that now are away!
Like the cloud of the desert, by night and by day;
Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish,
The martyrs of Scotland that now are away!
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