Give rest, O Christ, to your servants with your saints
Where sorrow and pain are no more,
neither sighing but life ever lasting.

You only are immortal, 
the creator and maker of all;
and we are mortal,
formed of the earth,
and to earth shall we return.

For so did you ordain when you created me, saying;
“You are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
All of us go down to the dust;
yet even at the grave we make our song:

Alleluia, Alleluia

Give rest, O Christ, to your servants with your saints
Where sorrow and pain are no more,
neither sighing but life ever lasting.