Let the mountains fall down
But ever in my God
May I be daily found
Let my flesh see corruption
My mind grow more weak
But the renewing of my Spirit
May it heaven only seek
Everything outward
Is Perishing and failing
But my spirit and soul
Are ever always hailing
Blessed Mary
Full of Grace
Oh your gaze is transforming
As I behold your face
Don't be afraid
Though everything breaks
Don't be afraid
When every joint aches
Don't be afraid
In the face of death
Don't be afraid
When you ache for breath
Your soul alone
Will only remain
Look after it well
And endure the pain
Of a body dying
From the day of its birth
To return again
To the cold wet earth
So rejoice oh sinner
Deep within
God in the sacraments
Destroys all sin
The work alone
Belongs to Yahweh
Just show up
Every day
To believe and receive
The Bread of life
Follow the Holy Ghosts
Beloved wife
Hail her daily
Your blessed mother
And always love
Your wayward brother
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