Chant 1. Raise up, my voice demands it. KING OF KINGS, by PETER ROMANUS

Raise up, my voice demands it

The sicken are cured in your name

The blind get their sight back on your letters

The fearful sing your chant in silence

I've pluckened out the undergrowth

And green fields nurture the sheeps

And the cattle that were always yours

Sweet believer that endured tribulations for teaching me

Arise, for the Kingdom of Heaven is here

Look how it shines on the horizon of today

Doing Justice to your wounded cry

With winds announcing your judgement

Yours will be the most extensive fields

Yours the most beautiful years

Wherever you go you'll bring harmony and peace

Nations will strive to keep your company