Each thing below here hath its day,
As in the Proverb's said;
And so it comes to pass that they9797they [who]
Conquer are Conqueréd.
For He who for man's fault assign'd
Death, and a Grave's reward,
Was pleased those bands for to unbind,
And so Himself not spared;
But issuing forth His heavenly throne,
Vouchsafes the earth to bless,
And became here a little One,
To make our crimes go less:
Not that our disobedience can
In weight or measure shrink,
But that this Great Physician
Before us takes the drink,
That bitter potión we had
Deserved to quaff; and thus
He weeps Himself, and becomes sad
To purchase joy for us.
And more than so: for everyone
Will for his friend lay down
Some spark of love: but He alone
His enemies to crown
Refused not Death; so deep from high
His mercies did extend;
And if you ask the reason why,
'Twas mere for Mercy's end.
Yet that grim Death and mouldy Grave
No longer be His prison
Than He Himself alone would have,
He bides not there, but's risen,
And if we would as Conquerors rise
With Him who vanquish'd those,
We must not fear, where danger lies,
For Him all to expose,
But though the grave do open stand
And persecutions reign
At Hell's desire and Death's command,
Look on our Sovereign.
His Banner doth present the Cross
He bore, and bare Him too
For us; and we must count it loss
To fail what He did do.
Thus Sin and Hell, the Grave and Death,
Must quit the field and fly,
Whilst, in contempt of borrow'd breath,
We'd live Eternally.
--Thrice happy day, whereon the Sun
Of Righteousness did rise,
And such a glorious conquest won,
By being our Sacrifice!
And as unhappy he, that shall
Not find the white9898white, put for whitest and best
Of Stones, to mark the same withal,
And prize't above the rest.