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 No salvation for the mansion Where the Cross in meet expansion On the door-post stood not graved: Where it stood, the midnight blast Of the avenging Angel passed, And the first-born child was saved.

Wood the widow's hands collected, When salvation unexpected Came, the Prophet's mystic boon: Where the wood of faith is wanted, There the oil is scanted, And the meal is wasted soon.

Rome beheld each shattered vessel And Maxentius vainly wrestle In the stream against its might: This procured the bright ovation O'er the Persian and the Thracian When Heraclius won the fight.

Types of old in Scripture hidden Setting forth the Cross, are bidden, In these days, to fuller light; Kings are flying, foes are dying, On the Cross of relying One a thousand puts to flight.