If, underneath death's cold wing,
His restless soul should fly,
Away beyond the? grasp of fools
T'would meet with the bliss they deny.
So stand for him, kneel for him
As he lies low in kneaded clay.
Pray for him who prayed too late
That he might shine on judgment day.

Kyrie Eleison.
Christe Eleison.
Kyrie Eleison.
Christe Eleison.
O Domine Deus
Dona nobis pacem.
O Domine Deus
Dona? nobis pacem.

Lord have mercy.
Christ have mercy.
Lord have mercy.
Christ have mercy.
O Lord God,
Grant us peace.
O Lord God,
Grant? us peace.

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