The Victor

"Lord, if thou hadst been here," she said,"My brother had not died,"Forgetting that he raised the dead,Walked on the waves, the hungry fed,The sinful sanctified.

He bade them take away the stoneFrom where the dead was laid;And there, amid complaint and moanHe stood, and talked with God alone,In gratitude he prayed:

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