Sorrow has been broken
Sorrow has showed up denied.
Death has told its old story
Death has told its lie
The grave has now no sting
We hear the ancient triumph
We hear the angelic host still sing
The first Light of dawn is shone
The weary are refreshed in travail
The way is traveled by few
But the few are never there alone.
In the house of the Lord is our Lady
Who becons us ward our home.
Her veil is a covering over us children
She calls to all of His that yet roam
Sorrow has been soakened
Sorrow has absorbed the Eucharistic wine
Pangs of ever transgress the ceaseless never
The Sun of Righteousness comes at last
The light of the great eight day now begins to shine.
Sorrow has showed up denied.
Death has told its old story
Death has told its lie
The grave has now no sting
We hear the ancient triumph
We hear the angelic host still sing
The first Light of dawn is shone
The weary are refreshed in travail
The way is traveled by few
But the few are never there alone.
In the house of the Lord is our Lady
Who becons us ward our home.
Her veil is a covering over us children
She calls to all of His that yet roam
Sorrow has been soakened
Sorrow has absorbed the Eucharistic wine
Pangs of ever transgress the ceaseless never
The Sun of Righteousness comes at last
The light of the great eight day now begins to shine.
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