William Billings - Berlin - текст песни (слова)

He dies, He dies.
 The heavenly lover dies,
 The tidings strike a doleful sound on my poor heartstrings.
 Deep 
 He lies in the cold caverns of the ground.
 
 Come saints and drop 
 A tear or two 
 On the dear bosom of your God. 
 He bled a thousand drops for you
 A thousand drops of richest blood.