1 Glory to God, Whose witness-train,
Those heroes bold in faith,
Could smile on poverty and pain
And triumph e’en in death.
2 Scorned and reviled as was their Head,
When walking here below,
Thus in this evil world they led
A life of pain and woe.
3 God, Whom we serve, our God can save,
Can damp the scorching flame,
Can build an ark, or smooth a wave
For such as fear His Name.
4 If but His arm support us still,
Is but His joy our strength,
We shall ascend the rugged hill
And conquerors prove at length.
Source: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #420