The world’s heart hangs heavy in her bosom this week.
Alleluia
“All of us go down to the dust; yet even at the grave we make our song: Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.”
The world’s heart hangs heavy in her bosom this week.
“All of us go down to the dust; yet even at the grave we make our song: Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.”