God, and love, are nothing to mock.

A praise song with no words. A Latin sound (I think).

Like the last verse says: And out to the city In your high priced clothes Now it’s time to govern over rows and rows Of people seeking sustenance In this time of woe This is what God promised you, you know

The music is my transmogrification of Bach's song by the same title. The words are a paraphrase of Revelation 5.