For heaven's gentlest god.

Do now, my lads, what must be done.

 Great Love no lazy hand will brook; So work with might and main. Your ancient hammers ply, And sparks will swiftly fly Beneath your arms that rain The fast, resounding blows; While zeal to please him glows Within your heaving breasts.

So work with might and main.

Your ancient hammers ply,

And sparks will swiftly fly

Beneath your arms that rain

The fast, resounding blows;

While zeal to please him glows

Within your heaving breasts.

Part II.

Part II

Then serve a god so kind, Who loves great zeal to find. No strength, no effort spare; With mighty zeal and constant care Do now, my lads, what must be done. When Love commands us—see! What haste too great can be? 

Do now, my lads, what must be done.

 Great Love no lazy hand can brook; So work with might and main. Your ancient hammers ply, And sparks will swiftly fly Beneath your arms that rain The fast, resounding blows, While zeal to please him glows; Within your heaving breasts. 

So work with might and main.

Your ancient hammers ply,

And sparks will swiftly fly

Beneath your arms that rain

The fast, resounding blows,

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