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Lyrics: Francis Beaumount, 16th Century

Mortality, behold and fear what a chance of flesh is here!

Think how many royal bones sleep with in this heap of stones

Shake off your heavy living trance and leap into mafic dance

Such as no mortal use to tread, let my younger brother to lead

Life is feast, it is, Earth is sick, better come to me

Indeed Demon's born for human sins

Who You think gave him almighty wings.

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I shall wipe away thy tears and fears

Thou don't have to pray anymore

Night and Day joys to obtain

Lamb's once slain in my name

Here we stand, in noble things, drop from there

Ruin'd sides of kings: here's a world of pomp

And state buried in dust, once dead by fate

Shake off your heavy living trance and leap into mafic dance

Such as no mortal use to tread, let my younger brother to lead

Life is a feast, it is, the Earth is sick, better come to me

Indeed Jesus died for human sin, I forgot him and let him leave

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