Fortem
piúmque præsulem
canámus
omnes, túrbidas
qui
fluctuántis sæculi
terris
procéllas éxpulit.
Non
sceptra concússus timet,
non
imperántem féminam,
templóque,
clausis póstibus,
arcet
cruéntum cæsarem.
Arcána
sacræ páginæ
altus
magíster éxplicat;
divína
pandens dógmata,
mira
nitet facúndia.
Fide
ciénte spíritum,
præclára
fundit cármina;
fide
coæquans mártyres,
depréndit
artus mártyrum.
Iam
nunc furéntem tártari
lupum
flagéllo súbmove;
sciéntiæ
nos lúmine
fove,
tuére iúgiter.
Sit
Trinitáti glória,
quam,
te rogánte próspere,
hymnis
in aula cælica
laudémus
usque in sæculum. Amen.
Let us all sing of the strong and holy prelate,
who banished the unruly storms of the world which flowed over the earth. He did
not fear the emperor’s scepter nor his impertinent wife and ejected the
bloodthirsty Caesar from the temple, closing the doors. The lofty master
explained the hidden things of Holy Scripture, revealing divine teaching, he
glowed with wondrous eloquence. When faith aroused his spirit, he poured forth
renowned hymns; by faith equal to the martyrs he gathered their relics. Now, O
Ambrose, drive away with a blow the
furious wolf of hell; ever cherish and watch over us with the light of
knowledge. Glory be to the Trinity,
whom, with your generous prayer, let us praise with hymns in the heavenly
courts forever. Amen.
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