156. For a Martyr

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Deus tuorum militum.

O GOD, of Thy soldiers
                   the Portion and Crown,
Spare sinners who hymn
                   the praise of the Blest;
Earth's bitter joys,
                   its lures and its frown,
He scann'd them and scorn'd,
                   and so is at rest.

Thy Martyr he ran
                   all valiantly o'er
A highway of blood
                   for the prize Thou hast given.
We kneel at Thy feet,
                   and meekly implore,
That our pardon may wait
                   on his triumph in heaven.
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Honour and praise
    To the Father and Son
    And the Spirit be done
Now and always. Amen.

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