155 |
O grete God, that parfournest thy laude |
| By mouth of innocentz, lo, heer thy myght! |
| This gemme of chastite, this emeraude, |
| And eek of martirdom the ruby bright, |
| Ther he with throte ykorven lay upright, |
160 | He Alma redemptoris gan to synge |
| So loude, that al the place gan to rynge. |
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155 |
O Thou great God, Who innocents hast called |
| To give you praise, now shown is thy great might! |
| This gem of chastity, this emerald, |
| Of martyrdom the ruby clear and bright, |
| Began, though slain and hidden there from sight, |
160 | The Alma redemptoris loud to sing, |
| So clear that all the neighbourhood did ring. |
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