All we go down to the dust,
and weeping o’er the grave we make our song.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
Give rest, O Christ, to your servant with your saints:
where sorrow and pain are no more;
neither sighing but life everlasting.
You only are immortal, the creator and maker of all:
and we are mortal formed of the dust of the earth,
and to earth shall we return:
for so you ordained,
when you created me saying:
“Dust you are and to dust you shall return.”
All we go down to the dust;
and weeping o’er the grave we make our song:
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
