All Hail, Ye Little Martyr Flowers

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

First victims of the martyr bands, With crowns and palms in tender hands, Around the very altar, gay And innocent, ye seem to play.

Verse 3

What profited this great offense? What use was Herod’s violence? A babe survives that dreadful day, And Christ is safely borne away.

Verse 4

All honor, laud, and glory be, O Jesus, virgin born, to Thee; All glory, as is ever meet To Father and to Paraclete.