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HOLY INNOCENTS DAY.
LORY to Thee, O Lord!
Who, from this world of sin,
By the fierce monarch's ruthless sword,
Those precious ones didst win.
Who, from this world of sin,
By the fierce monarch's ruthless sword,
Those precious ones didst win.
Glory to Thee, O Lord!
For now, all grief unknown,
They wait in patience their reward,—
The martyr's heavenly crown.
For now, all grief unknown,
They wait in patience their reward,—
The martyr's heavenly crown.
Baptized in their own blood,
Earth's untried perils o'er,
They passed unconsciously the flood,
And safely gained the shore.
Earth's untried perils o'er,
They passed unconsciously the flood,
And safely gained the shore.
Glory for them! for all
The ransomed infant band,
Who since that hour have heard Thy call,
And reached the quiet land.
The ransomed infant band,
Who since that hour have heard Thy call,
And reached the quiet land.
Oh that our hearts within,
Like theirs, were pure and bright!
Oh that, as free from wilful sin,
We shrank not from Thy sight!
Like theirs, were pure and bright!
Oh that, as free from wilful sin,
We shrank not from Thy sight!
Lord, help us every hour
Thy cleansing grace to claim;
In life to glorify Thy power,
In death to praise Thy Name.
Thy cleansing grace to claim;
In life to glorify Thy power,
In death to praise Thy Name.