Receive him, Earth, unto thine harbouring shrine;
In thy soft tranquil bosom let him rest;
These limbs of man I to thy care consign,
And trust the noble fragments to thy breast.

This house was once the mansion of a soul
Brought into life by its Creator's breath;
Wisdom did once this living mass control;
And Christ was there enshrined, who conquers death.

Cover this body to thy care consign'd;
Its Maker shall not leave it in the grave;
But His own lineaments shall bear in mind,
And shall recall the image which He gave.