殉道者
让风随意散播，
或在水面撒落，
看，殉道者的骨灰，
最后必再收聚；
在我们近周或远方，
从分散的尘土，
必发生许多的种子
见证荣耀上主。
父神已经收取
他们末后生命的气息；
撒但徒然夸口
他们死亡是它的胜利；
虽然死了，卻仍然，仍然说话，
他们号角的舌头宣告
那唯一有能力的尊名
向广阔甦醒的大地。
The Martyr's Hymn
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.
马丁路德 Martin Luther （1483-1546）,
德国神学家及改教家
John Foxe （1516-1587）将此诗译成英文