Our Lord the path of suff’ring trod And since His blood for man hath flowed, ’Tis meet that man should yield to God The life he owed. Alleluia, Alleluia. No shame to own the Crucified— Nay, ’tis our immortality That we confess our God Who died, And for Him die. Alleluia, Alleluia. Filled with this thought, with patient smile All threats the martyr doth withstand, Fights, Lord, Thy.