And Joy was there, and Hope, and Faith,
Triumphing over pain and death;
The Light of Truth around him shone,
Auspicious of the brighter dawn;
He trusted in the living God,
As washed in Jesus’ precious blood:
No dread of death or priestly power,
Could shake him in that fearful hour,
Nor tyrant’s rod.
The fluttering breath from his palsied lung,