...this massacre, seized his lyre, and called to God for vengeance in this noble strain : — Avenge, 0 Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd...kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worship! stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans, Who were thy sheep, and in...

..."Avenge, OTiord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold : E'en them, who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans, Who were thy sheep, and...

...Henderson's Vmulois, pp. 21, 22. ' Avenge, 0 .Lord ! thy slaughtered saints, whose bones ..^ . Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept thy Truth so pure ot old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans,...

...Avenge, 0 Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Kven en! 0, had his powerful destiny ordain'd Me some inferior an worsbipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and...

...massacre, seized his lyre, and called to God for vengeance in the following noble strain : — Avenge, 0 Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd...Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all oar fathers worshipt stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans, Who were thy sheep,...

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...hope and fervour let us pray — M Avenge, О Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old wf ' » « Forget not; Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all th' Italian fields, where still...

...set at nought this treaty, but while Cromwell lived these persecuted descendants of the Waldeuses : " Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our father's worshipp'd stocks and stones,'* were never without a champion, ready at every sacrifice, to...

...Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; E'en them who kept thy truth so pure of old. When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, Forget not: In thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep^ and in...

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