My God be upheld in our destress   My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air   The fangs of suffering tear at my bossom   and refuse to release their hold   When will my sorrow begin to pale      When will my sorrow begin to pale   when will my sorrow begin to pale      Lux aeterna luceat eis Domine   My God be upheld in our destress   When will my sorrow begin to pale   when will my sorrow begin to pale      My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air   I have been struck and I am suffering   When will my sorrow begin to pale   when will my sorrow begin to pale   when will my sorrow begin to pale   when will my sorrow begin to pale