My God be upheld in our distress My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air The fangs of suffering tear my bosom And refuse to release their hold When will my sorrow begin to pale? When will my sorrow begin to pale? Lux aeterna luceat eis Domine My God be upheld in our distress When will my sorrow begin to pale? My cries fill the air I have been struck and I am suffering When will my sorrow begin to pale?
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