A New Hymn in Honour of the Martyr
A monk of Downside Abbey—where blessed Oliver Plunket's body rests—has composed a hymn and music in honour of the Martyr. 'Ibis was sung for the first time on the Down and Connor pilgrimage to St. Peter's, Drogheda, where the Martyr's head rests.
Here are the words, as given by the Iris!; News,Nfeoarsr d,ispBeoltist:_which has copies of the music for glorious Martyr rise Into the golden skies
Beyond the sun!
Wide. wide yon portals fling, Ye martyr hosts 0 sing To greet his entering " Well hast thou done!"
Never reproach he made, Like to his Lord betrayed
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Gladly he bore the shame, While the false charge they frame.
"Guilty," they find.
As coach of state he hails Hurdle of shame. and trails All the rough way Through London streets he goes, Heedless of lesser woes, Tyburn holds greater throes Ready that day Bloodstained the path he trod, Leading him on to god, Counting no cost. " Now for my faith I die," Said he in glad reply; " Oh. for my God I sigh, fear is lost."
" Lord in Thy hands," he prays, "My Soul for ever stays, Strengthen thou me.
Welco»te 0 rope and knife! All those who made this strife I now forgive, my life Offer to Thee."
Hail then, great Martyr, hail, In death thou didst prevail Winning renown!
Blow the full trumpets, blow, Wider yon portals throw, Martyr triumphant go Where waits thy crown.