An Alleluia sounds into the night
As souls stand vigil past the dusky hour.
The Lumen Christi does each heart ignite
With Resurrection’s overwhelming power.
For in the night where fear entombs the mind
The prospect of awaking to new days
Can shroud His hope and leave poor souls resigned
To living death: to melancholy’s maze.
Let Kyrie be whispered in the dark
When frightened spirits fear their Saviour’s death;
Let Gloria be Hope’s enduring spark;
Let faith alone provide restoring breath.
When purple veils of Passiontide descend
Our Vigil’s flame will inky night transcend.
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