But by his own strength arisen,
Victor, ends he death’s dread fray.
Prisoned, and the seal unbroken,
He can leave at will the tomb,
As at first—behold the token—
He could leave the Virgin’s womb.
When he on the tree hung dying,
Raving men, who round him stood,
“Come down from the cross,” were crying,
“Then we own thee Son of God.”