If indeed my flesh does die,
who will then begin to rise?If indeed my flesh I kill,
what hearts will His Gospel fill?If indeed I lay me down,
who will grow up from that ground?If my seed I give my king,
wondrous harvest will He bring?If “I fear,” to Him I cry!
Says He simply, “Child, all die.”In His will alone I rest
sacrifice small on altar blessed.In His presence I abide.
Faith now grows a rising tide.Grace into my heart does fill,
more hearts, more hearts, more hearts still!By living dead, many die.
Thousands more are sure to rise.A martyr’s life is what I lead.
Living martyrs bleed True seed.
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