Sit angeli tui invenietur me

Holy Saturday

May your angel find me by your tomb, O Lord.

I come here to mourn 

what my hands have done

to the one whose love 

I repaid with the scourge and the lance.

I come here to see

the magnitude of my sins

that tore your flesh

and pierced your heart.

I come here to weep;

for I have lost my Lord,

and among the crowds of the condemned

I fear you will no longer see me.

I come here to die

to my sins and to let

my soul descend among the dead;

for there you are, my Lord and my God.

And should you see my soul
next to my father Adam’s,

despise me not

for what I have done to you.

And as your light leaves Sheol

do not forever deprive me

of your presence, but

may your angel find me by your tomb, O Lord

when you rise,

and lift my broken body

to your light.