When I think of Moses it makes me to blush,
All on mount Horeb where I saw the burning bush;
My shoes I’ll throw off, and my staff I’ll cast away,
And I’ll wander like a pilgrim unto my dying day.
When I think of Aaron it makes me to weep,
Likewise of the Virgin Mary who lay at our Saviour’s feet;
’Twas in the garden of Gethsemane where he had the bloody sweat;
Repent, my dearest brethren, before it is too late.
I thought I saw twelve dazzling lights, which put me in surprise,
And gazing all around me I heard a dismal noise;
The serpent passèd by me which fell unto the ground,
With great joy and comfort the secret word I found.
Some say it is lost, but surely it is found,
And so is our Saviour, it is known to all around;
Search all the Scriptures over, and there it will be shown;
The tree that will bear no fruit must be cut down.
Abraham was a man well belovèd by the Lord,
He was true to be found in great Jehovah’s word,
He stretchèd forth his hand, and took a knife to slay his son,
An angel appearing said, The Lord’s will be done!
O, Abraham! O, Abraham! lay no hand upon the lad,
He sent him unto thee to make thy heart glad;
Thy seed shall increase like stars in the sky,
And thy soul into heaven like Gabriel shall fly.
O, never, O, never will I hear an orphan cry,
Nor yet a gentle virgin until the day I die;
You wandering Jews that travel the wide world round,
May knock at the door where truth is to be found.
Often against the Turks and Infidels we fight,
To let the wandering world know we’re in the right,
For in heaven there’s a lodge, and St. Peter keeps the door,
And none can enter in but those that are pure.
St. Peter he opened, and so we entered in,
Into the holy seat secure, which is all free from sin;
St. Peter he opened, and so we entered there,
And the glory of the temple no man can compare.