Matthew 2:13-18

• [Mat 2:16] All Hail, Ye Little Martyr Flowers

  All hail, ye little martyr flowers, Sweet rosebuds cut in dawning hours! When Herod sought the Christ to find Ye fell as bloom before the wind. First victims of the martyr bands, With crowns and palms in tender hands, Around the very altar, gay And innocent, ye seem to play. What profited this great offense? What use was Herod’s violence? A Babe survives that dreadful day, And Christ is safely borne away. All honor, laud, and glory be, O Jesus, virgin born, to Thee; All glory, as is ever meet To Father and to Paraclete.

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• [Mat 2:16] Children Of Jerusalem

  Children of Jerusalem Sang the praise of Jesus’ Name: Children, too, of modern days Join to sing the Savior’s praise. Refrain Hark, hark, hark! While infant voices sing, Hark, hark, hark! While infant voices sing Loud hosannas, loud hosannas, Loud hosannas to our King. We are taught to love the Lord, We are taught to read His Word; We are taught the way to Heav’n: Praise for all to God be giv’n. Refrain Parents, teachers, old and young, All unite to swell the song; Higher and yet higher rise, ’Til hosannas fill the skies. Refrain

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• [Mat 2:16] Coventry Carol

  Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child, By, by, lully, lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day This poor Youngling for Whom we sing By, by, lully, lullay? Herod the king, in his raging, Charged he hath this day His men of might, in his own sight, All young children to slay. That woe is me, poor Child for Thee! And ever morn and day For Thy parting neither say nor sing, By, by, lully, lullay. Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child, By, by, lully, lullay.

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• [Mat 2:16] Glory To Thee, O Lord

  Glory to Thee, O Lord, Who, from this world of sin, By cruel Herod’s ruthless sword Those precious ones didst win. Baptized in their own blood, Earth’s untried perils o’er, They passed unconsciously the flood, And safely gained the shore. Glory to Thee for all The ransomed infant band, Who, since that hour have heard Thy call, And reached the quiet land. O that our hearts within, Like theirs, were pure and bright, O that as free from stain of 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.

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• [Mat 2:16] In Paradise Reposing

  In paradise reposing, By life’s eternal well, The tender lambs of Jesus In greenest pastures dwell. There palms and tiny crownlets Aglow with brightest gem, Bedeck the baby martyrs Who died in Bethlehem. With them the rose-wreathed army Of children undefiled, Who passed through mortal torments For love of Christ the Child; With them in peace unending, With them in joyous mirth, Are all the stainless infants Which since have gone from earth. The angels, once their guardians, Their fellows now in grace, With them, in love adoring, See God the Father’s face. The lullaby to hush them In that eternal rest, Is sweet angelic singing, Their nurses mothers blest. O Jesu, loving Shepherd, Who tenderly dost bear Thy lambs in Thine own bosom, Bring us to join them there.

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• [Mat 2:16] Little Children, Rise And Sing

  Little children, rise and sing, (Ring the bells of Christmas) ’Tis the birthday of our King, Blessèd Child of Christmas. In a stable far away (Ring the bells of Christmas) Christ was born that happy day, Blessèd Child of Christmas. Joyful shepherds kneeling there, (Ring the bells of Christmas) Saw the Babe and said in prayer, ‘Blessèd Child of Christmas.’ Bring your gifts to Mary’s Son (Ring the bells of Christmas) God’s own Gift to everyone; Blessèd Child of Christmas.

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• [Mat 2:16] When Christ Was Born In Bethlehem

  When Christ was born in Bethlehem, Fair peace on earth to bring, In lowly state of love He came To be the children’s King. And round Him, then, a holy band Of children blest was born, Fair guardians of His throne to stand Attendant night and morn. And unto them this grace was giv’n A Savior’s Name to own, And die for Him who out of Heav’n Had found on earth a throne. O blessèd babes of Bethlehem, Who died to save our King, Ye share the martyrs’ diadem, And in their anthem sing! Your lips, on earth that never spake, Now sound th’eternal word; And in the courts of love ye make Your children’s voices heard. Lord Jesus Christ, eternal Child, Make Thou our childhood Thine; That we with Thee the meek and mild May share the love divine.

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