Verse 1
Who our mortality put on,
Our burial-clothes vouchsafes to wear:
And when these bodies we lay down,
Drest in the wedding robe we are,
As such our burial-clothes esteem
When worn and sanctified by Him.
Verse 2
Of spices all his garments smell,
Aloes and myrrh and cassia breathe:
Our faithful souls perceive and feel
The fragrant virtue of his death;
His death doth dying sinners chear,
His death perfumes the sepulchre.