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

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

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

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