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That fed his veins and warmed his conscious heart.
While he who wrought this gracious miracle,
Went forth upon his silent, lonely way,
Not to the regal glories of a throne,
But unto scorn, and treachery, and death.

Swell! swell to heaven the anthem's hallowed note,
And bend the soul in fervent gratitude.
Though the damp grave contained his sacred form,
It could not hold him in its chill embrace;
For he, too, broke its chains, and, at the call
Of Him who gave him power to raise the dead,
He spurned the.fetters that would keep him there,
And soared to heaven, and taught his followers too,
That, as he burst the grave, so shall they rise,
And in the realms of everlasting joy,
Live through a vast eternity.