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

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

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

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