Hamartia

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