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ST. STEPHEN, FIRST MARTYR
Thine eyes, O Stephen, saw thy Lord and God
Standing to greet His martyr, from whose tongue
The accents of His living truth had rung:
First of the band who follow where He trod,
Like His, thy blood gave blessing to the sod;
Like His thy pardoning prayer for those that flung
Death over thee. To him in grace it clung,
Who was to wear love's ring, love-robed and shod.
Standing to greet His martyr, from whose tongue
The accents of His living truth had rung:
First of the band who follow where He trod,
Like His, thy blood gave blessing to the sod;
Like His thy pardoning prayer for those that flung
Death over thee. To him in grace it clung,
Who was to wear love's ring, love-robed and shod.
To many a one thy “Welcome Home” was given;
But welcome's joy in supreme radiance glowed
When, chief among thy pardoned foes, full-shriven,
That soul in triumph entered God's abode,
(The Vision lent erewhile, for aye bestowed),
And Paul unshamed beheld the face of Stephen.
But welcome's joy in supreme radiance glowed
When, chief among thy pardoned foes, full-shriven,
That soul in triumph entered God's abode,
(The Vision lent erewhile, for aye bestowed),
And Paul unshamed beheld the face of Stephen.
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