he dies he dies the heavenly lover dies
the tidings strike a doleful sound
on my poor heart strings deep he lies
in the cold caverns of the ground
come saints and drop a tear or two
on the dear bosom of your God
he shed a thousand drops for you
a thousand drops of richest blood
a thousand drops a thousand drops
a thousand drops of richest blood;
come saints and drop a tear or two
on the dear bosom of your God
he shed a thousand drops for you
a thousand drops of richest blood
a thousand drops a thousand drops
a thousand drops of richest blood.