EN 6019 Flung to the Heedless Winds
Rev.17.6
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Flung to the heedless winds,
Or on the waters cast,
The martyrs’ ashes, watched,
Shall gathered be at last.
2
And from that scattered dust,
Around us and abroad,
Shall spring a plenteous seed,
Of witnesses for God.
3
The Father hath received,
Their latest living breath,
And vain is Satan’s boast,
Of victory in their death.
4
Still, still, though dead, they speak,
And, trumpet tongued, proclaim,
To many a wakening land,
The one availing Name.

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