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Must we go on a bed of roses
Scented with perfume to our noses
In gentle slumber our quiet repose
Why otherwise should we suppose
We'd go to heaven but in comfort
No need for us to resort
To put on armour and the sword
Then fight for God and His word
Why others did all the toil
Burned in flames and boiled in oil
Torn to pieces in lion's den
No need to go through all that again
No need to hide in cave or den
Keep quiet our faith from evil men
Why risk the pain of a lashing whip
When we can avoid all hardship
A sleeping people at our ease
Can't even be bothered to get on our
knees
To a church might go along
Hear a little sermon and a heavenly
song
We have freedom we have peace
But our love for God does not increase
Because the bed we are floating on
Is full of roses and strife is gone
Maybe some day in our land
We will feel the tyrants hand
Then we will know our faith is tried
Like others knew who bled and died
Thank God you have that bed of slumber
That of the martyrs you will not number
But here I give my final thought
How hard for the faith have you fought
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