“Cremate death’s curse, then launch the world anew,
Our Husband King! Come resurrect Your Bride,
The Church… all trials past, all troubles through,
All martyrs raised, who for Your Gospel died!”
When Triune Flame has touched the desert plain
Fresh life will sprout, consuming barren waste.
His Fire will burn the chaff till we attain
The paradise that we were meant to taste.
Created life and land will cease to groan;
All Terra’s treasuries will be renewed;
With joy, the Bride will dance before the Throne
To songs wherein these tales are oft reviewed.
We’ll sing to praise, while basking in the Son,
Three Flames eternal—ever joined as One.