Classic Poem

Soule, which to hell wast thrall,
Hee, hee for thine offence
Did suffer death, who could not die at all:
O soueraigne excellence,
O life of all that liues,
Eternall bountie, which all goodnesse giues,
How could death mount so hie?
No wit this point can reach;
Faith onely doth vs teach,
For vs hee died, at all who could not die.