Commentary on 1 Peter

Prudentius

That the dead might know salvation, who in limbo long had dwelt, Into hell with love he entered; to him yield the broken gates As the bolts and massive hinges fall asunder at his word. Now the door of ready entrance, but forbidding all return Outward swings as bars are loosened and sends forth the prisoned souls By reversal of the mandate, treading its threshold once more.

Who goes roaring around, raging madly As he seeks to entrap and devour us, When, O infinite God, we praise thee only!

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