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All hail! dear Conqueror! All hail!
 O what a victory is Thine!
 How beautiful Thy strength appears,
 Thy crimson wounds how bright they shine!
 They worshipped while the beauteous soul
 Paused by the body's wounded side:--
 Bright flashed the cave--before them stood
 The living Jesus glorified.
 
Thou camest at the dawn of day:
 Armies of souls around Thee were,
 Blessed spirits thronging to adore
 Thy flesh, so marvellous, so fair.
 Down, down, all lofty things on earth,
 And worship Him with joyous dread!
 O sin! thou art undone by love!
 O death! thou art discomfited!
 
The everlasting Godhead lay
 Shrouded within those limbs Divine,
 Nor left untenanted one hour
 That sacred human heart of Thine.
 Ye heavens, how sang they in your courts,
 How sang the angelic choirs that day,
 When from His tomb the imprisoned God,
 Like the strong sunrise broke away!
 
They worshipped Thee, those ransomed souls,
 With the fresh strength of love let free;
 They worshipped joyously, and thought,
 Of Mary while they looked on Thee.
 Oh, I am burning so with love,
 I fear lest I should make too free;
 Let me lie silent, and adore
 Thy glorified Humanity.
 
And Thou too, soul of Jesus, Thou
 Towards that sacred flesh didst yearn,
 And for the beatings of that heart,
 How ardently Thy love did burn!
 Ah! now Thou sendest me sweet tears;
 Fluttered with love my spirits fail--
 What shall I say? Thou know'st my heart;
 All hail! dear Conqueror! all hail.