Flung to the Heedless Winds

Verse 1

Flung to the heedless winds Or on the waters cast, The martyrs' ashes, watched, Shall gathered be at last. And from that scattered dust, Around us and abroad, Shall spring a plenteous seed Of witnesses for God.

Verse 2

The Father hath received Their latest living breath, And vain is Satan's boast Of vict'ry in their death. Still, still, though dead, they speak, And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim To many a wak'ning land The one availing name.