Holy Saturday

In a grave they laid Thee, O my Life and my Christ,
And the armies of the angels were so amazed,
As they sang the praise of Thy submissive love.

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Right is it indeed, life bestowing Lord to magnify Thee,
For upon the Cross were Thy hands outspread,
And the strength of our dread foe Thou didst destroy.

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Every generation, to the grave comes bringing,
Dear Christ, its dirge of praises