'Adam--the noblest of thy race--
Was made to bow before my face,
Thy farce is ended now.'
Thy vengeance wreck not thou on me.
Behold--this brow a crown adorns!
'Vain is thy claim--thy power is o'er--
Death on the cross God's own Son bore;
Think on His crown of thorns!'
We are so little--us at least
From the dark grave--oh, spare!