Come, thou Holy One of God!
Though the masses go about in darkness.
Though violence fills our minds and streets.
Though filthy tongues prattle all day long.
Though everything that is wicked is raised as king.
Though hatred for your Holy Ways fills the air like a plague of gnats.
Though your Holy and Righteous Son is despised among all things.
Split the air with the sound of your perfect Horn. Descend and gather those things that are yours Holy Father.
Let the ungodly remain ungodly. Let he who does wickedness continue to do wickedness. Let he who loves lies become his desire. Let the darkness not perceive.
Even so, Holy Lord, come!