Unless it dieth, yes you say –

On our share in the pasch of Christ

Unless it dieth, yes you say – 
so bury me with earth; 
then upon my sleepy-day, 
I’ll waken in a birth. 

He who loseth, yes you say – 
so take all mine estate; 
when this body’s put to lay, 
I’ll find a treasure great. 

Go and selleth, yes you say – 
so grant an open hand; 
come the end my fleshly stay, 
I’ll gain a victor’s band. 

I do liveth, yes you say – 
so breathe abroad your breath; 
in your self supply a way, 
and I shall not fear death:
and I shall not fear death.