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I By help of God I fain would teil A new and wondrous story, And sing a marvel that befell To his great praise and glory.
At Brüssels in the Netherlands He hath his banner lifted, To show his wonders by the hands Of two youths, highly gifted With rieh and heavenly graces.
2 One of these youths was calMd John, And Henry was the other ; Rieh in the grace of God was one, A Christian true his brother.
For God's dear Word they shed their blood.
And from the world departed Like bold and pious sons of God ; Faithful and. lion-hearted, They won the crown of martyrs.
3 The old Arch-fiend did them immure, To terrify them seeking ; They bade them God's dear Word abjure, And fain would stop their speaking.
From Louvain many Sophists came, Deep versed in human learning, God's Spirit foiled them at their game Their pride to folly turning,
They could not but be losers.
4 They spake them fair, they spake them foul, Their sharp devices trying.
Like rocks stood firm each brave young soul The Sophists' art defying.
The enemy waxed fierce in hate, And for their life-blood thirsted ; He fumed and chafed that one so great Should by two babes be worsted,
And straightway sought to burn them.