Willingness, cheerfulness,
Desire to go forth,
Readiness, nothing less,
We know how much You’re worth.
Some may call us martyrs,
Some may call us mad,
Some may feel their heart hurt
For the joy they see we had.
No matter how or when,
No matter how or why,
Girls, boys, women, or men,
For our Lord we will die.
For His glory we burn;
To exalt him we scream;
Unashamed, we don’t turn
From the cruel wooden beams.
To the blade we will go;
By the bullet, we’ll fall.
Our deaths will prove, will show
Our God is worth it all.
For our fear, for our pain,
Some weep, and some pity;
But His dear face awaits
Us—we go with alacrity.