讓風隨意散播，
或在水面撒落，
看，殉道者的骨灰，
最後必再收聚；
在我們近周或遠方，
從分散的塵土，
必發生許多的種子
見證榮耀上主。
父神已經收取
他們末後生命的氣息；
撒但徒然誇口
他們死亡是它的勝利；
雖然死了，卻仍然，仍然說話，
他們號角的舌頭宣告
那唯一有能力的尊名
向廣闊甦醒的大地。
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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.
The Father hath received
Their latest living breath;
And 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 availing name.
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