Текст песни Гимны надежды - 227 Быть вместе со Христом

Be with Christ
I strive with all my heart -
Appear before His face,
Behold the face of a saint.
I want to hear
Heavenly wonderful choir,
I want the Savior near thee
Stretch your tent.
Near You, near You
Stretch your tent.

I raise my eyes
By the homeland in the sky
And I see a rainbow space,
Shining in the rays.
On my native land!
Brave the edge of a saint!
When I see you -
You, dear Zion?
Hail holy, holy degrees,
You, dear Zion?

"To be with Christ -
I pray - Give, Father, I am! "
Here on earth the way my
To aspire to native country.
The dangers of storing,
You you give me peace
And, believe me privedёsh
The celestial native land.
The native land, in the native land,
The celestial native land.