The Hymn for Conquering Martyrs Raise

The hymn for con­quer­ing mar­tyrs raise

The vic­tor in­no­cents we praise

Whom in their woe earth cast away

But Heav’n with joy re­ceived to­day;

Whose an­gels see the Fa­ther’s face

World with­out end

and hymn His grace;

And while they chant un­ceas­ing lays

The hymn for con­quer­ing mar­tyrs raise.

A voice from Ra­mah was there sent

A voice of weep­ing and la­ment

When Ra­chel mourned the child­ren’s care

Whom for the ty­rant’s sword she bare.

Triumphal is their glo­ry now

Whom earth­ly tor­ments could not bow

What time

both far and near that went

A voice from Ra­mah there was sent.

Fear not

O lit­tle flock and blest

The lion that your life op­prest!

To heav­en­ly pas­tures ev­er new

The heav­en­ly Shep­herd lead­eth you;

Who

dwell­ing now on Zi­on’s hill

The Lamb’s dear foot­steps fol­low still;

By ty­rant there no more dis­tressed

Fear not

O lit­tle flock and blest.

And ev­ery tear is wiped away

By your dear Fa­ther’s hands for ay;

Death hath no pow­er to hurt you more

Whose own is life’s eter­nal store.

Who sow their seed

and sow­ing weep

In ev­er­last­ing joy shall reap

What time they shine in heav­en­ly day

And ev­ery tear is wiped away.

O ci­ty blest o’er all the earth

Who glo­ri­est in the Sav­ior’s birth

Who are His ear­li­est mar­tyrs dear

By kind­red and by tri­umph here;

None from hence­forth may call thee small

Of ri­val towns thou pass­est all:

In whom our mon­arch had His birth

O ci­ty blest o’er all the earth!