The Hymns and Carols of Christmas

As Wolves Attack Their Helpless Prey

Innocents' Day, Evensong.

See The Hymns Of The Holy Innocents

Latin: Molles In Agnos Ceu Lupus, No. 47.

Source: Rev. John Chandler, The Hymns of the Primitive Church (London: John W. Parker, 1837), pp. 53-54.

As wolves attack their helpless prey,
So Herod holds his murderous way,
And hopes, but oh! he hopes in vain,
To mingle Jesus with the slain.

The cradles flow with infant blood,
But God his fury hath withstood;
The Lord alone he sought to slay,
The Lord alone escapes away.

Ye mothers, let no tears be shed,—
Yea, weep not, though your babes be dead
For now they stand around the Throne,
And Jesus counts them as his own.

The Father's name we loudly raise,
The Son, the Virgin-born, we praise;
The Holy Ghost we all adore,
One God, both now and evermore.

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