With strings of hope and harps of peace
my song continues on.
My heart bursts forth with notes of joy
on this Gaudete day.
A day of joy, for Christ is close;
a bright and happy tune.
The pipe does play a merry lilt
so sweet and pure and true.
Christ comes to us, the joy He brings;
I need not strive nor plod.
His yoke is light, and too, my heart.
The rose candle burns bright still.
