Outstretching Flameward His Upbraided Hand (O God Of Mercy, May No Earthly Seat Of Judgment Such Presumptuous Doom Repeat!) Amid The Shuddering Throng Doth Cranmer Stand; Firm As The Stake To Which With Iron Band His Frame Is Tied; Firm From The Naked Feet To The Bare Head. The Victory Is Complete; The Shrouded Body To The Soul'S Command Answers With More Than Indian Fortitude, Through All Her Nerves With Finer Sense Endued, Till Breath Departs In Blissful Aspiration: Then, 'Mid The Ghastly Ruins Of The Fire, Behold The Unalterable Heart Entire, Emblem Of Faith Untouched, Miraculous Attestation!