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The hymn for conquering martyrs raise

The hymn for conquering
martyrs raise,
The victor innocents we praise,
Whom in their woe earth cast away,
But Heav�n with joy received today;
Whose angels see the Father�s face
World without end,
and hymn His grace;
And while they chant unceasing lays,
The hymn for conquering
martyrs raise.

A voice from Ramah was there sent,
A voice of weeping and lament,
When Rachel mourned
the children�s care
Whom for the tyrant�s sword she bare.
Triumphal is their glory now,
Whom earthly torments could not bow,
What time, both far and near that went,
A voice from Ramah there was sent.

Fear not, O little flock and blest,
The lion that your life opprest!
To heavenly pastures ever new
The heavenly Shepherd leadeth you;
Who, dwelling now on Zion�s hill,
The Lamb�s dear footsteps follow still;
By tyrant there no more distrest,
Fear not, O little flock and blest.

And every tear is wiped away
By your dear Father�s hands for ay;
Death hath no power to hurt you more,
Whose own is life�s eternal store.
Who sow their seed,
and sowing weep,
In everlasting joy shall reap,
What time they shine in heavenly day,
And every tear is wiped away.

O city blest o�er all the earth,
Who gloriest in the Savior�s birth,
Who are His earliest martyrs dear,
By kindred and by triumph here;
None from henceforth
may call thee small,
Of rival towns thou passest all:
In whom our Monarch had His birth,
O city blest o�er all the earth!