Opening Quote

Hail to thee, Man divine! the conqueror Of sin and shame and sorrow; no more weak, Wormlike, and grovelling art thou; no, nor Wilt thou again bow down to things that wreak Scourgings and death upon thee; thou dost rise. Triumphant in thy strength; good, pure, and wise

Hail to you, divine Man, conqueror of sin, shame, and sorrow! You are no longer weak, crawling and groveling like a worm. Nor will you ever again bow to things that whip you and bring you death. You rise triumphant in your strength, good, pure, and wise.