IMMOLATION
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Not for the martyr’s crown I pray, dear Lord, Not for the quick fierce death By heathen sword. Not for the battle’s cease, The victory won, Not for the long cool rest At set of sun. But still the lonely life From all apart, But still the gnawing pain Of bruiséd heart. But still upon the cross For love of Thee, Until at last, at last, Thy Face I see.