Verse 1
Others, as in a furnace try’d,
With strength of passive grace endu’d,
Tortures, and deaths thro’ faith defy’d,
Thro’ faith resisted unto blood.
Verse 2
Earth they beheld with gen’rous scorn,
On all its proffer’d goods look’d down,
High on a fiery chariot borne,
They lost their life to keep their crown.
Verse 3
Secure a better life to find,
The path of varied death they trod,
Their souls triumphantly resign’d,
And died into the arms of God.
Verse 4
The prelude of contempt they found,
A spectacle to fiends and men;
Cruelly mock’d, and scourg’d, and bound,
’Till death shut up the bloody scene.
Verse 5
Or stoned, they glorified their Lord,
Or joy’d, asunder sawn, t’ expire,
Or rush’d to meet the slaught’ring sword,
Or triumph’d in the tort’ring fire.