2 Praise to the good, the pure, the great, Who made us what we are,-- Who lit the flame which yet shall glow With radiance brighter far! Glory to them in coming time, And through eternity, Who burst the captive's galling chain, And bade the world go free! 427. L. M. Mrs. Hemans. Earth's Nameless Martyrs. 1 The kings of old have shrine and tomb In many a minster's haughty gloom; And green, along the ocean-side, The mounds arise where heroes died; But show me on thy flowery breast, Earth! where thy nameless martyrs rest! 2 The thousands that, uncheered by praise, Have made one offering of their days; For truth, for heaven, for freedom's sake, Resigned the bitter cup to take; And silently, in fearless faith, Have bowed their noble souls to death. 3 O, haply all around lie strewed The ashes of that multitude! It may be that each day we tread Where thus devoted hearts have bled, And the sweet flowers the children sow Take root in holy dust below. 4 What though no stone the record bears Of their deep thoughts and lonely prayers, May not our inmost hearts be stilled, With knowledge of their presence filled, And by their lives be taught to prize The meekness of self-sacrifice? 428. 6s. M. Luther. The Martyrs' Ashes. 1 Flung to the heedless winds, Or on the waters cast, Their ashes shall be watched, And gathered at the last; And from that scattered dust, Around us and abroad, Shall spring a plenteous seed Of witnesses for God. 2 The Father hath received Their latest living breath; Yet vain is Satan's boast Of victory in their death; Still, still, though dead, they speak, And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim To many a wakening land The one prevailing name. 429. C. M. Moravian. The Noble Army of Martyrs. 1 Glory to God! whose witness-train, Those heroes bold in faith, Could smile on poverty and pain, And triumph even in death. 2 O, may that faith our hearts sustain, Wherein they fearless stood When, in the power of cruel men, They poured their willing blood. 3 God, whom we serve, our God, can save; Can damp the scorching flame, Can build an ark, or smooth the wave, For such as love His name. 4 Yea, should it even to man appear, At times, as though the Lord Forsook His chosen servants here, We yet will trust His word. 5 Lord! if Thine arm support us still With its eternal strength, We shall o'ercome the mightiest ill, And conquerors prove, at length. 430. S. M. Graham.