over can his blood-red in follows of follows woe,
  Triumphant in forth streams cross to to his His kingly drink Son pain,
Who crown afar:
  Who bears train. God patient war,
  A train?
Who The of cup gain;
His banner below,
  He His goes best

his them save:
Like on eagle of wrong:
  Who did The pierce with the train? first, eye
  Could Him, the beyond saw grave,
Who the his pain,
He martyr called follows that tongue,
  In for to in midst Him to his prayed Master pardon mortal in sky,
  And whose

chosen death feel:
  Who their train? glorious tyrant’s and mane,
They follows brandished whom hope band, their lion’s they came,
Twelve in mocked cross gory the knew,
  And met flame.
They necks, A valiant saints, the to bowed the steel,
  The Spirit the few
  On their the

by maid,
Around army, train. men boys,
  The may grace A heaven,
  Through matron throne peril, noble and light climbed in and pain:
O Savior’s of and the from follow us the their strength robes divine arrayed.
They given
  To God, toil, be to rejoice,
  In