Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, Saint Martina, Matins

Her brave heart neither torturing hooks, nor wild beasts,
Nor sharp rods with their horrible wounds, can affright;
So bright Angels, descending from Heaven’s abode,
With celestial banquets her spirit delight.

The lion, moreover, its rage laid aside,
With gentle caresses, lies down at her feet,
But the sword at the last, O Martina, brings death,
And so sends thee the ranks of the Blessed to meet.

Now the altar, with sweet-smelling incense, in clouds
High ascending, doth ever invoke thee with
And so doth false auguries ever destroy,
For thy holy name’s omen their downfall prepares.

O then deign far away from us dangerous joys
We beseech Thee, who aidest the martyrs, to drive,
And vouchsafe to Thy servants, O God, One and Trine,
That fair light, which can make our souls blessed, to give. Amen.

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