The wind is waltzing through twigs and branches.
Night is settling upon the land.
An owl repeats his usual question,
and we move about in the darkness.
A peace is coming. He will bring it.
O lux mundi, lumen vitae.
He will bring it, and you will know it.
O lux mundi, lumen vitae.
Watch for the time when the earth is stilled,
and the wind pauses its dance with the trees.
Wait for the morning star to emerge
and signal the fulfillment of prophecy.
Noël! Noël! Your peace has come.
O lux mundi, lumen vitae,
Noël! Noël! Your hope is born.
O lux mundi, lumen vitae.