Verse 1
Envy, when time began,
The death of Jesus was,
From earth’s foundations slain
It nail’d him to the cross:
Thro’ envious pride the fiend came in,
And death with the malicious sin.
Verse 2
A murtherer from the first
In Cain the devil stood:
And still the wicked thirst
To shed their brethren’s blood,
And daily by the priestly vice
The Saviour in his members dies.