Weariness consumes me Longing pursues me Tremulous i fear All i seek is near Onwards with fear i go, with fear i go Sweet golden days are passing Lost
When I am laid, am laid in earth, May my wrongs create No trouble, no trouble in thy breast; When I am laid, am laid in earth, May my wrongs create
Swedish Advent hymn Bereden vag for Herran berg sjunken djup stan opp! Han kommer han fran fjarran var sedd av fadrens hopp. Rattfardighetens forste
