The cross ignites, a beacon fierce and grand,
Where Christ, my Victor, broke sin’s iron sway,
His blood a flood to cleanse each trembling hand,
A shout of conquest rends the dark away!
For those who shudder at the faintest stain,
He storms the void with mercy’s blazing sword,
Death’s sting lies trampled, guilt’s accusing reign,
Dissolved by light no shadow can afford!
Each fault they mourn, His glory turns to gold,
Their tender hearts, once bruised, now boldly rise,
Sin’s whispers fade, His power remolds the soul,
A radiant dawn unveils their royal guise!
Rejoice, ye sensitive, in triumph’s gleam,
God’s heirs transformed, forever pure, supreme!