Oh dear! Mrs. Kidgup smells strongly of gin,
But what we've always heard.
* He setteth a Bible in His hand.
CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all.
* Here the people shall not bow the knee, but pull off their hats.
BISHOP:
In respectable gaiters which button up tight
He might walk in the precincts on Sunday,
While His innate good taste will remind Him it's quite
Shocking form to be found there on Monday.
* He setteth upon Christ a bishop's apron and gaiters.
CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all.
* They bow the knee.
CATHEDRAL ORGANIST:
Sire, if You should wish to speak
At any moment of the week,
Kindly hit a decent A . . .
(Plagal Amens I will play);
Here we use the Magdalen Psalter . . .
No, I see no cause to alter.
* He placeth a psalter in Christ's hand, and conducts the singing of the chorus.
CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all.
* They bow the knee.
FIRST CURATE:
* He setteth a tea-cup in Christ's hand.
Gossip and tea! gossip and tea!
Communicants' class at a quarter-past-three.
And this is God's house . . . no, she must not come in! Magdalen? Yes, yes, but that's in the Bible, And a quite special case . . . if it wasn't a libel.
CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all.
* They bow the knee.
SECOND CURATE:
* He giveth Christ a cricket-bat and pads, and beateth Him boisterously upon the back.
Here we are again, hurray!
Keep your shoulders square and play!
That's the way that heaven is won . . .
Well hit my lad! Again, Sir . . . run!
CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all.
* They bow the knee.
RESPECTABLE GENTLEMAN:
Hail, our Chairman of Committee,
Much respected in the city!
Tied up tight He will not irk us! . . .
Now we'll regulate the workhouse.
* They dance about Christ and wind Him up in red tape.
CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all.
* They bow gravely.
PATRIOT:
The Son of God goes forth to war
A kingly crown to gain . . .