156. For a Martyr

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.
Honour and praise
    To the Father and Son
    And the Spirit be done
Now and always. Amen.

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