who descended to free us from our passions,
You alone possess the keys of death and Hades,
having conquered death by death.
Give life to those in the tombs.
Make us who flee before you melt like wax,
and then remake us,
let us be lights.
‘What is that carpenter god of yours doing now?’
may the pagans taunt.
He has gone ahead of us
to build mansions for those
who are willing to unhouse themselves,
to be homeless in this world,
for His sake.
Les misérables let us not be.
Deliver us, O Lord, we cry.
Provide for Your beloved as we sleep.
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