Behold, I’m coming soon,
bringing with me the reward
to be given to each one according to his deeds.
I am the Alpha and the Omega,
I’m the First and the Last,
I’m the First and the Last,
the beginning and the end.
Happy are those, those who wash their robes
that they may have the right to the tree of life.
I am
the root and the offspring of David,
the star shining in the morning.
Happy are those, those who wash their robes
that they may have the right to the tree of life.

Stabat Mater dolorosa,
juxta crucem lacrimosa.
dum pendebat filius.
Her grief-stricken soul,
suffering and anguished,
was pierced by a sword.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
O how sad and afflicted
was the blessed
Mother of the Only-begotten.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
Who can help but cry
when looking at Christ’s Mother
in such anguish?
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
For the sins of his people
she sees Jesus in torment
and subjected to scourging.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
She sees her sweet Offspring
dying, abandoned,
giving us his spirit.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
O Christ, when I die,
through your blessed Mother bring me
to the palm of victory!
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!