O Death, Death

from To the Immaculate Virgin by Nik Rodewald

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O Death, Death, He is come.
O grounds of Hell make room.
Who came from further than the stars
Now comes as low beneath.
They ribbed ports, O Death
Make wide; and Thou, O Lord of Sin,
Lay open thine estates.
Lift up your heads, O Gates;
Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors
The King of Glory will come in.

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from To the Immaculate Virgin, released November 27, 2016

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Nik Rodewald Washington, D.C.

Music about faith. Not about a therapeutic sort of 'comfort,' but the authentic mystery of faith as a constant tension between presence and absence; light and darkness; incomprehensible joy and true sorrow.

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