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

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

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

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