Will then the Well of Life itself be baptized here? Will human hands pour water on the Spirit-anointed head? A healing stream flows through his every limb— an overflow of love and grace. Here, without money, buy more than a whole world's worth of treasure. The sour sea of sin made sweet with the juice of grace: we taste, enraptured, sweetest joy within the gall. The weight of faith will swim; the lightest sin will drown. You, world and heaven's hero, a right great Alexander! You set your foot into the flow before your troops. A thousand worlds, alone or all together, could never satisfy your eagerness to save— you with your sea of blood, your heaven of mercy, although a drop's enough to bathe them clean of sin. Click here to read this sonnet in the original German.