FEASTS OF MARTYRS

Bound with the curse of sin and shame We helpless sinners lay,

Until in tender love He came

To bear the curse away.

And thee He chose from whom to take True flesh His Flesh to be;

In It to suffer for our sake,

By It to make us free.

Thy Babe He lay upon thy breast, To thee He cried for food; Thy gentle nursing soothed to rest Th' Incarnate SON of GOD.

O wondrous depth of grace Divine That He should bend so low! And, Mary, oh, what joy' twas thine In His dear love to know; gi

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Joy to be Mother of the LORD,

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JESU, the Virgin's Holy Son, We praise Thee and adore, WHO art with GOD the FATHER ONE And SPIRIT evermore. Amen.

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451" Whosoever therefore shall confess Me before men, him will I confess also before My Father which is in heaven."

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FOR A CONFESSOR.

What though he was not called to feel The cross, or flame, or torturing wheel, Yet daily to the world he died; His flesh, through grace, he crucified. ( 320)

NOT by the Martyr's death alone

The Saint his crown in heaven has won, ok There is a triumph robe on high For bloodless fields of victory.