| Soprano and Chorus:
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| Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus
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| Dominus Deus Saboath.
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| Pleni sunt ceoli et terra gloria tua,
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| Hosanna in excelsis.
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| Sanctus.
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| Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
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| Hosanna in excelsis.
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| Sanctus.
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| Baritone:
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| After the blast of lighning from the East,
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| The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
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| After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
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| And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
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| Shall life renew these bodies? |
| Of a truth
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| All death will He annul, all tears assuage? |
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| Fill the void veins of Life again with youth,
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| And wash, with an immortal water, Age?
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| When I do ask white Age he saith not so:
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| «My head hangs weighed with snow.»
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| And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
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| «My fiery heart shrinks, aching. |
| It is death.
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| Mine ancient scars shalls not be glorified,
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| Nor my titanic tears, the sea, be dried.» |