Away from the world I fly full of trouble home to rest. I am ready to travel when my sweet Jesus will.
GUNDER GRÖDAL.
Seven times ten and four years was the goal the Good God had decided for us in our journey home; our mutual mother is earth. There, in the silent home of the grave, ends our last journey. Farewell then, friends, far and near. I wish every one in particular a good end.
LÖKEN.
Through pain Life is born; below the cross sin dies.
After the cross, the crown is given;
After wailing, the cry of victory.