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| 155 | O grete God, that parfournest thy laude |  |  | By mouth of innocentz, lo, heer thy myght! |  |  | This gemme of chastite, this emeraude, |  |  | And eek of martirdom the ruby bright, |  |  | Ther he with throte ykorven lay upright, |  | 160 | He Alma redemptoris gan to synge |  |  | So loude, that al the place gan to rynge. |  | 
| 155 | O Thou great God, Who innocents hast called |  |  | To give you praise, now shown is thy great might! |  |  | This gem of chastity, this emerald, |  |  | Of martyrdom the ruby clear and bright, |  |  | Began, though slain and hidden there from sight, |  | 160 | The Alma redemptoris loud to sing, |  |  | So clear that all the neighbourhood did ring. |  |