With Boding Fears The Tyrant Hears
For the Holy Innocents, At
See The Hymns Of The Holy Innocents
Source: William John Copeland, Hymns for the Week and Hymns for the Seasons (W.J. Cleaver, 1848 ), p. 67.
With boding fears the tyrant hears
A King of Kings is hard at hand,
Who rule shall claim o'er Israel's name
And high in David's palace stand.
With wild surprise, " We die," he cries, "
Around us lurks a traitor brood ;
" Up, guard, awake, thy weapon take, "
And every cradle drown in blood."
What boots his ire, and dark desire;
What help, if he his thousands slay ?
Alone of all, around that fall,
The Christ is safely borne away.
Jesu, to Thee all glory be,
Of Mary, Virgin-Mother born ;
To God Triune all praise be done,
Through endless life's unwaning morn.
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