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O Martyrs young and fresh as flowers,
Your day was in its morning hours
When Christ was sought
and you were found
Like rain-strewn petals on the ground.
How weak to hurt you was the king!
You are Christ's morning offering,
His pretty lambs, his children, gay
With martyr-crowns and palms at play.
And you had cheated Herod's rage,
You little boys of Jesus' age;
For he whom Herod sought to slay,
Jesus, untouched escaped away.
Glory, O Christ the Lord to thee,
Child of the blessed Virgin, be,
Whom with the Father we adore
And Holy Spirit evermore.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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PUER NOBIS NASCITUR
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1582,1609,1910
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