Bearing, disease and death like pestilence

Buried, in the heart of which you made man

Now His Spirit has all dominion. Glory to the wounded one

Crucified and abandoned, slain before foundations

Every rose must sift through decay

Every man will rot in the miry clay

Rejected, despised, lifted to die

Buried in the earth, your flesh mortified

Risen, exalted, forever glorified

Maranatha, we say with the Spirit and your bride