Lord of love, on this day with blood did buy
this chance for all to rise from ransoms paid.
With forgiving grace that must not ever die,
whose sacrifice laid bare with shame, betrayed.
Rare, as spring's new life in immortal bloom,
you cast the bounds drawn cold by grave and stone.
Death yields its pious prey from tears and tomb.
At last, forever, we are not alone.
Glory for eternity, your light defines
joy resurrected in the souls of men.
Lifting hearts towards peace sensed so sublime
to bring all, as one, home to God again.
Forgive the agony we have put you through
and hear only love when we speak of you.
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