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.

Hail, Queen of Heaven,
Lady, Lady of Angels,
hail, Root,
hail, Door.
You, you, you,
opened the door to our light.
Rejoice, Virgin Mary,
of all women, the most beautiful.
Hail eternal Handmaid,
pray to Christ for us.
Hail eternal Handmaid,
pray to Christ for us.
Ee … ee … ee …
hail, Root,
hail, Door.
You, you, you,
opened the door to our light.
Rejoice, Virgin Mary…

A shoot springs from the stock of Jesse,
a scion from his roots;
upon him rests the spirit of the Lord,
Spirit of wisdom and of intelligence,
Spirit of counsel and of strength,
Spirit of knowledge and of piety,
Spirit of the fear of the Lord.
He will not judge by hearsay,
but he will help all the oppressed.
His word will be a rod for the violent
and with the breath of his mouth he will kill the wicked.
The wolf will dwell with the lamb,
the panther will lie down with the kid,
the lion and the calf will pasture together,
and a little child will guide them,
and a little child will guide them.
A shoot springs…
The cow and the bear will stay together,
the lion will eat straw like the ox,
the infant will play over the lair of the viper,
the child will put his hand into the den of poisonous snakes;
no more evil will be done.
Because the knowledge of the Lord will fill the earth.
Because the knowledge of the Lord will fill the earth.
Because on that day the root of Jesse,
will be raised as a standard for the peoples
and the nations will follow him with eagerness.
On that day the Lord will stretch out His hand.
And a road will be opened,
a way for the nations,
that the Virgin will show.
A shoot springs…

The glorious cross of the risen Lord
is the tree of my salvation;
on it I feed, in it I delight,
in its roots I grow,
in its branches I lie down.
Its dew makes me glad,
its breeze gives me life,
in its shadow I have put my tent.
In hunger, my nourishment, in thirst, the fountain,
in nakedness, my clothing.
Hard path, narrow road,
Jacob's ladder, bed of love
where the Lord married us.
The glorious cross…
In fear, defence,
in stumbling, support,
in victory, crown,
in struggle, you are reward.
Tree of eternal life,
pillar of the universe,
skeleton of the earth,
your peak reaches heaven,
and in your open arms
shines the love of God.
The glorious cross…