They bored hot irons in his side And reveled in their zeal and pride; They cut his quivering flesh away And danced and sang as Christians may; Then from his side they tore his heart And watched its quivering fibres dart. And then upon his mangled frame They piled the wood, the oil and flame. . . And they raised a Sabbath song, The echo sounded wild and strong, A benediction to the skies That crowned the human sacrifice.
