Acts 7:60: When he had said this, he fell asleep

See the first expiring witness
Qualified for glorious rest,
Meet with love's celestial meetness
Sinks on his Redeemer's breast.
Safe his soul in Jesu's keeping,
Dust to dust his body borne
Lies reposed, and sweetly sleeping
Till his heavenly Lord return.

O how infinite the price is
Of a slaughter'd Christian's prayer!
O how vast a harvest rises
From the seed that's buried there!
Sinful souls by grace forgiven
Rise, a countless multitude
Spread, and fill both earth and heaven
From a single martyr's blood!

Saul, the furious Sa///, confesses
First the power of Stepheris cries,
Jesu's witnesses increases
For his Saviour lives and dies!
Myriads since have vied with Stephen
Raised the martyrs' noble host,
Died, and in the highest heaven
Found the life on earth they lost.