1 Oh weep not o’er thy children’s tomb,
Oh Rachel, weep not so!
The bud is cropped by martyrdom,
The flower in Heav’n shall blow! *
2 Firstlings of faith! the murderer’s knife
Has missed its deadliest aim:
The God for whom they gave their life,
For them to suffer came!
3 Though feeble were their days and few,
Baptized in blood and pain,
He knows them, whom they never knew,
And they shall live again.
4 Then weep not o’er thy children’s tomb,
Oh Rachel, weep not so!
The bud is cropped by martyrdom,
The flower in Heav’n shall blow! *
* If desired, substitute
The flower in Heav’n shall grow
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12064