In particulum mortis
Cervitus vivires
Nearer, my God, to thee
Nearer to thee
In thou wilt be a cross
That raiseth me
Thee
Let
Let the way appear
Steps unto hand
For that thou sendest me
In mercy
Excelsior
Still all my song shall be
Nearer
My God
To thee
Nearer
My God
To thee
Nearer
To thee
Come like the morning air
The sun go down
Darkness be over me
My rest is gone
Angels tool back on me
Nearer, my God, to thee
Nearer, my God, to thee
Nearer, my God, to thee
上
glossam
Stoic
be thine
Sieg
Thou, O Stabber, Thou, O Stabber, singing for the thousand excelsion.
Thou, O Stabber, Thou, O Stabber, singing for the thousand excelsion.
