Leave ye no flow'r on mine grave

nor visit me with tearried face

if thou shalt weep, keep thine hands raised

—in Christ mine death has died

And sing to me no somber song

if you must grieve—do not be long

for all mine sorrows wilt be gone

—in Christ mine death has died

There'll be not time for gloomy clouds

nor streaming eyes—nor bitter sounds

the Son on high shall cast them out

—in Christ mine death has died

Yea, tally not in memories

and when thou leave, please go in peace

my God, my Lord, shalt make me breathe

—in Christ mine death has died