Aaron

                Holiness on the head,

         Light and perfections on the breast,

Harmonious bells below, raising the dead

         To lead them unto life and rest:

                Thus are true Aarons drest.

                Profaneness in my head,

         Defects and darkness in my breast,

A noise of passions ringing me for dead

         Unto a place where is no rest:

                Poor priest, thus am I drest.

                Only another head

         I have, another heart and breast,

Another music, making live, not dead,

         Without whom I could have no rest:

                In him I am well drest.

                Christ is my only head,

         My alone-only heart and breast,

My only music, striking me ev'n dead,

         That to the old man I may rest,

                And be in him new-drest.

                So, holy in my head,

         Perfect and light in my dear breast,

My doctrine tun'd by Christ (who is not dead,

         But lives in me while I do rest),

                Come people; Aaron's drest.