Holy Saturday

His cross stands empty

His cross stands empty in a world grown silent 
Through hours of anguish and of dread; 
In stillness, earth awaits the resurrection, 
While Christ goes down to wake the dead 

He summons Adam and his generations, 
Brings light where darkness endless seemed; 
He frees and claims His own, so long held captive, 
Who, with the living, are redeemed.

With God the Father and the Holy Spirit,
Give praise to Christ the crucified,
Who, through the ages, seeks to save his lost ones:
The sinful men for whom he died.

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