SS. INNOCENTIUM, MARTYRUM

Office of Readings: the Venerable Bede

Hymnum canéntes mártyrum

dicámus Innocéntium,

quos terra deflens pérdidit,

gaudens sed æthra súscipit;

Quos rex perémit ímpius,

pius sed Auctor cólligit,

secum beátos cóllocans

in luce regni pérpetis.

Præclára Christo splénduit

mors ínnocens fidélium;

cælis ferébat ángeli

bimos et infra párvulos.

O quam beáta cívitas,

in qua Redémptor náscitur,

natóque primæ mártyrum

in qua dicántur hóstiæ!

Astant niténtes fúlgidis

eius throno nunc véstibus,

stolas suas qui láverant

Agni rubéntes sánguine.

Let us sing a hymn of the Innocent Martyrs, at whose destruction the earth weeps but heaven rejoices to receive them. A wicked king destroyed them but a loving Creator gathered them to himself, these blessed ones he gathered in the light of his eternal kingdom. In the presence of Christ the innocent death of the faithful brightly shone; the angels bring to heaven the little ones two years and under. O blessed city, where the Redeemer was born and by that birth is declared the first sacrifices of the martyrs.  Now before the throne they stand brightly  in shining vestments, those who wash their stoles in the red blood of the Lamb. 

Lauds: Prudentius

Audit tyránnus ánxius

adésse regum príncipem,

qui nomen Israel regat

teneátque David régiam.

Exclámat amens núntio:

«Succéssor instat, péllimur;

satélles, i, ferrum rape,

perfúnde cunas sánguine!».

Quo próficit tantum nefas?

Quid crimen Heródem iuvat?

Unus tot inter fúnera

impúne Christus tóllitur.

Salvéte, flores mártyrum,

quos lucis ipso in límine

Christi insecútor sústulit

ceu turbo nascéntes rosas.

Vos prima Christi víctima,

grex immolatórum tener,

aram sub ipsum símplices

palma et corónis lúditis.

The tyrant anxiously hears that the King of kings is coming, he  who is named to rule Israel and govern the kingdom of David. Outraged he cries to the messenger: “a successor is at hand; we will be cast out: men,  grab your swords: fill the cradles with blood.” What is the benefit of such  an offense? How will such a crime help Herod? Christ alone among so many  dead  escapes safely. Hail, flowers of the martyrs, those on the very threshold of life; the persecutor of Christ destroys them like fresh roses in the wind. You the first offerings of Christ, the tender flock of the sacrificed, under the altar you innocently play with palms and crowns.