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