Vigil of All Saints

Shining vaults of faithful saints
Brilliant bright reflected light
Christ on high his servants dress
In resplendent virtues blessed

Night of time no longer blinds
All those living in his light
Ageless as their Brother, One
Bearing witness to the Son

We below still must yet heed
That violent suffering’s song
Hymn of blood and sweat and fear
Tears of time no earthly cure

Cross raised high on dreaded hill
In a mystery concealed
Night as dark as dark can be
Light so bright that eyes can’t see

In that dark of night severe
Folly finds an angel’s sword
Thrust aside for us to see
Christ alive in spite of all

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