1 Forth went the heralds of the cross, No dangers made them pause; They counted all the world but loss, For their great Master's cause.

2 Through looks of fire, and words of scorn, Serene their path they trod; And to the dreary dungeon borne, Sang praises unto God.

3 Friends dropped the hand they clasped before, Love changed to cruel hate; And home to them was home no more; Yet mourned they not their fate.

4 In all his dark and dread array, Death rose upon their sight; But calmly still they kept their way, And shrank not from the fight.

5 They knew to whom their trust was given, They could not doubt His word; Before them beamed the light of heaven, The presence of their Lord.

6 O, may a faith as true be ours, And shed as pure a light Of peace across the darkest hours, And make the last one bright!