william byrd - why do i use my paper, ink, and pen? lyrics
why do i use my paper, ink and pen
and call my wits to counsel what to say?
such memories were made for mortal men;
i speak of saints whose names cannot decay
an angel’s trump were fitter for to sound
their glorious death if such on earth were found
that store of such were once on earth pursued
the histories of ancient times record
whose constancy great tyrants’ rage subdued
through patient death, professing christ the lord:
as his apostlеs perfect witness barе
with many more that blessed martyrs were
whose patience rare and most courageous mind
with fame renowned perpetual shall endure
by whose examples we may rightly find
of holy life and death a pattern pure
that we therefore their virtues may embrase
pray we to christ to guide us with his grace
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