That Our Lord Jesus died upon the cross
I must affirm, although it is denied
By many, whose denial is their loss,
For in the soul of man, I know he died:
He died, and ever-dying must out-live
The longest exhalation of sad breath,
Who came to teach rude mankind to forgive
And also, by the bye, refuted death.
Lord Jesus, Jesus, Lord, the Word is thee,
The Word made flesh, and flesh forever free
From its constraint of petty profiteering,
Forever to endure, though words may pass,
Confute, confound, perplex the mind from hearing,
From calling and recalling, what He was.