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A Hymn for Martyrs sweetly sing;
For Innocents your praises bring;
Of whom in tears
was earth bereaved,
Whom heaven
with songs of joy received;
Whose Angels see
the Father's face
World without end,
and hymn His grace;
And, while they praise
their glorious King,
A hymn for Martyrs sweetly sing.
A voice from Ramah
was there sent,
A voice of weeping and lament,
While Rachel mourned
her children sore,
Whom for the tyrant's
sword she bore.
After brief taste of earthly woe
Eternal triumph now they know;
For whom, by cruel torments rent,
A voice from Ramah
was there sent.
And every tear is wiped away
By your dear Father's hands for aye:
Death hath no power
to hurt you more;
Your own is life's eternal shore.
And all who,
good seed bearing, weep,
In everlasting joy shall reap,
What time they shine
in heavenly day,
And every tear is wiped away.
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LYRICS
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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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| 1874 | # 53 | | 1904 | # 73 |
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