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

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

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

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