MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.
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Blood in slaughter poured like water,
Torments long and heavy chain,
Flame and axe and laceration,
They endured, and conquered pain.
While they pass'd through divers tortures,
Till they sank by death oppress'd,
Earth's rejected were elected
To have portion with the Blest.
By contempt of worldly pleasures,
And by mighty battles done,
They have reached the Land of Angels,
And with them are knit in one.
They are made coheirs of glory,
And they sit with Christ on high:
Oh that, as He heard their weeping,
He may also hear our cry;
Till, this weary life completed,
And its many labours past,
He shall grant us to be seated
In our Father's Home at last! Amen.
