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IMPLORA PACEM.
Why this ado art making?
Wherefore and whence this sighing,
This inward sobbing, crying?
Of whose woe art thou partaking?
It will end at last with dying.
Kyrie, eleyson.
Wherefore and whence this sighing,
This inward sobbing, crying?
Of whose woe art thou partaking?
It will end at last with dying.
Kyrie, eleyson.
Why art this low wail making?
From whom art thou imploring?
For what dear one's restoring?
Whose soul is life forsaking?
O, what art thou adoring?
Kyrie, eleyson.
From whom art thou imploring?
For what dear one's restoring?
Whose soul is life forsaking?
O, what art thou adoring?
Kyrie, eleyson.
No longer dirges making,
No more of ceaseless sighing,
Wringing of hands and crying
(Asking, and no replying),
An end to thy heart-breaking!
All's over now, he's—dying!
Kyrie, eleyson.
CHRISTE, ELEYSON.No more of ceaseless sighing,
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(Asking, and no replying),
An end to thy heart-breaking!
All's over now, he's—dying!
Kyrie, eleyson.
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