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<h2>SWEET FLOW&#8217;RETS OF THE MARTYR BAND</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;The first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.&#8221; Revelation 14:4</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_y_dykes_jb.jpg" alt="John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_baker_hw.html" target="_blank">Henry Williams Baker</a>, 1875. The metaphor of the murdered children as flowers recalls how St. Augustine described them as &#8220;buds, killed by the frost of persecution the moment they showed themselves.&#8221;
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Salvete Flores,&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a> (1823-1876) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_salvetef.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Sweet flow&#8217;rets of the martyr band,<br>
So early plucked by cruel hand;<br>
Like rosebuds by a tempest torn,<br>
As breaks the light of summer morn.</p>
<p>First victims offered for the Lord,<br>
Ye little knew your high reward,<br>
As, at the very altar, gay<br>
With palms and crowns ye seemed to play.</p>
<p>Ah! what availed King Herod&#8217;s wrath?<br>
He could not stay your Savior&#8217;s path;<br>
The Child he sought alone went free;<br>
That Child is King eternally.</p>
<p>O Lord, the virgin born, to Thee<br>
Praise, honor, might and glory be,<br>
Whom with the Father we adore<br>
And Holy Ghost forevermore.</p>
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