Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, Common of Many Martyrs, Matins

The martyrs glorious victories,
The blood they shed for Christ their King,
The Heavenly laurels they have won,
With joyful voices let us sing.

Bodily torments they despised,
All terrors of this world they spurned,
And so, by a most holy death,
A happy life they quickly earned.

The Martyrs into flames are cast,
To be the food of beasts are sent,
With cruel hooks, their sacred flesh
By furious torturers is rent.

Their entrails from their sides protrude.
Their holy blood pours forth as rain,
But through all this they stand unmoved,
Trusting an endless life to gain.

We now, dear Saviour, do beseech,
That, to the Martyrs company,
Thou wouldst admit Thy suppliants,
Now, and through all Eternity. Amen.

– translated by Archbishop Edward Gilpin Bagshawe, C.O., Bishop of Nottingham, England