Give rest, O Christ, to your servants with your saints,
where sorrow and pain are no more; neither sighing, but life everlasting.
You alone are immortal, the Creator and Maker of man and woman;
and we are mortal, formed of the earth, and unto earth we shall return;
for so did you ordain when you created me, saying:
'You are dust, and unto dust shall you return.'
We all go down to the dust, and, weeping over the grave we sing our song:
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.