{{rh||"NAZARENE, THOU HAST CONQUERED!"
I was angry with mine anguish,
- And I gnashed against my pain;
And I stopped mine ears from hearing
- Pleading music, heavenly strain.
But a flash of tender sunshine
- Came and smote upon mine eyes;
Then I swooned upon the pathway,
- And I dared not stir nor rise.
He of Nazareth had conquered,
- And I bathed me in His smile;
Then He shewed a cord of crimson —
- He had held me, all the while.
