Death now takes his toll,
let us pray.
God is great and small,
hallelujah.
Death can sail the grave,
let us pray.
God is humble and brave,
hallelujah.
Lord, wake up your fire within my soul,
oh, Lord, light me up with your truthful sun,
throw golden sand before my feet
to purify my way towards your house.
Lord, reward me with your word
to make it thunder in praise of your realm.
Release the brakes of my inspiration
to make the train of your power move.
Lord, let me enjoy your peace
and drink from the source of your magnificent words.
All will cease to exist,
let us pray.
Only God and death persist,
hallelujah.
Prayer after Harms
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