Felix and Augebert, sold
as slaves,
Pope Gregory Great in France their
freedom gave,
In monastery for missions
prepared them right:
English-born, to England
were to go with Gospel light.
But God All-Wise, He
stayed their steps,
Brought them to Heaven by
heathen hand,
To preach to other English
in other season and in other land.
Now in the South, of England sprung,
Grace is waning,
God-hate rising. Deacon Augebert and Felix Priest,
Wait no more! Labor in prayer for her:
Deliver from demons,
enlighten with Orthodoxy,
Chase away foes, burn up
her sin-chaff.
For undeserved blessings,
Dixiemen, build them churches,
Sing them songs, and in
heart always them ġe·munan,
Thy holy kinsmen, bright
Felix and Augebert.
Note:
‘Ġe·munan’ is Old English
for ‘remember’.
--
Holy
Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the
Souð!
Anathema
to the Union!
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