Whate'er is born of mortal birth 
Must be consumed with the earth 
To rise from generation free; 
Then what have I to do with thee! 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
The es [bad word] from shame & pride 
Blow'd in the morn: in evening died 
But mercy changed death into sleep; 
The es rose to work & weep 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body
 
Thou mother of my mortal part 
With [bad word] didst mould my heart 
And with false self-deceiving tears 
Didst bind my nostrils eyes & ears 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
Didst close my tongue in senseless clay 
And me to mortal Life betray: 
The death of Jesus set me free 
Then what have I to do with thee! 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body 
It is raised a spiritual body