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All Hail, Ye Little Martyr Flowers   1 comment

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Above:  The Massacre of the Innocents, by Tintoretto

Image in the Public Domain

Original Text by Marcus Aurelius Clemens Prudentius (348-circa 413)

English Translation by John Athelstan Laurie Riley (1858-1945)

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

A hymn for the Feast of the Holy Innocents

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All hail, ye little Martyr flowers,

Sweet rosebuds cut in dawning hours!

When Herod sought the Christ to find

Ye fell as bloom before the wind.

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First victims of the Martyr bands,

With crowns and palms in tender hands,

Around the very altar, gay

And innocent, ye seem to play.

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What profited this great offence?

What use was Herod’s violence?

A Babe survives that dreadful day,

And Christ is safely borne away.

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All honour, laud, and glory be,

O Jesu, virgin-born, to thee;

All glory, as it is ever meet

To Father and to Paraclete.

When Christ Was Born in Bethlehem   2 comments

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Above:  Live Nativity Scene, St. Teresa’s Episcopal Church, Acworth, Georgia, December 22, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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Hymn Source = The Hymnal 1940, of The Episcopal Church

Words (1906) by Laurence Housman (1865-1959)

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1.  When Christ was born in Bethlehem,

Fair peace on earth to bring,

In lowly sate of love he came

To be the children’s king.

2.  And round him, then, a holy band

Of children blest was born,

Fair guardians of his throne to stand

Attendant night and morn.

3.  And unto them this grace was given

A Saviour’s name to own,

And die for him who out of heaven

Had found on earth a throne.

4.  O blessed babes of Bethlehem,

Who died to save our King,

Ye share the martyrs’ diadem,

And in their anthems sing.

5.  Your lips, on earth that never spake,

Now sound the eternal word;

And in the courts of love ye make

Your children’s voices heard.

6.  Lord Jesus Christ, eternal Child,

Make thou our childhood thine;

That we with thee the meek and mild

May share the love divine.