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The Dead Church

WILD, wild wind, wilt thou never cease thy sighing?

Dark, dark night, wilt thou never wear away?

Cold, cold church, in thy death-sleep lying,

Thy Lent is past, thy Passion here, but not thine Easter Day.

Peace, faint heart, though the night be dark and sighing;

Rest, fair corpse, where thy Lord himself hath lain.

Weep, dear Lord, where thy bride is lying:

Thy tears shall wake her frozen limbs to life and health again.