Lo, the twelve, majestic princes,
                                        
                                        In the court of Jesus sit,
                                        
                                        Calmly watching, while the conflict
                                        
                                        Rages far beneath their feet;
                                        
                                        Lo, the martyrs, robed in crimson,
                                        
                                        Sign of life blood freely spent,
                                        
                                        Finding life, because they lost it,
                                        
                                        Dwell in undisturbed content.