Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds, Spirit moving in our midst, Where the faithful kneel and plead. In quiet heart and solemn prayer, We call the name of God most fair. Not magic as the world describes, But grace that heals and hope that thrives. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Bread and wine in humble hands, Become the sign of love that stands. Not magic, but a sacred sign, Grace made flesh in bread and wine. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Feed the hungry, clothe the poor, Blessed mercies open every door. In each kind act, the Spirit moves, Grace revealed in giving proves. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. When hearts are broken, spirits weak, We seek the touch we all do seek. Not magic’s trick nor secret art, But God’s own love that fills the heart. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Spirit breathes where faith is stirred, Whispers truth in every word. Power not of human design, But God’s own life in bread and wine. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. So when the dark weighs on the soul, And fear would threaten to control, We lift our eyes, our hearts restored, In grace and peace, in Christ the Lord. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. On Sunnandæge seo wucu up astihð, Leoht cymeð eft æfter geswince and synne. Monandæg fylgeð, stilnes and swefn, Preostas gebiddað, Dryhten wilniað. Tiwesdæg unsceateð sweord and scyld, Wigmen feohtað on feldum. Wodnesdæg, heofonas sprecað, Stormas and tacnu, strengðu and sweg. Þunresdæg bringð hameres miht, Fyr and forst on wintres nihte. Frigedæg, heorð blaweð, Friðu eft geseted, stormas geðolade. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds.
