In the dead watches of the night he came,
And bade me supplicate Thee in his name
To unbar Hell’s gates, and to be my Guide.
Oh think that he is kneeling by my side!
Thy will is law; whate’er Thou wilt is done;
Mercy we pray; rejoin us, Father, Son.
Others have been to whom was given the right,
Living, to travel through the world of night.
Its doors, as Orpheus sounded lute and song,
Opened to let the minstrel pass along;