1 Iste confessor Domini sacratus
Festa plebs cuius celebrat per orbem,
Hodie letus meruit secreta,
Scandere Cœli.
2 Qui pius, prudens, humilis, pudicus,
Sobrius, castus fuit et quietus
Vita, dum presens vegetavit ejus
Corporis artus.
3 Ad sacrum cuius tumulum frequenter,
Membra languentem modo sanitati,
Quo libet morbo fuerint gravata,
Restituuntur.
4 Unde nunc noster chorus in honorem
Ipsius hymnum canit nunc libenter,
Ut piis ejus meritis juvemur
Omne per aevum.
5 Sit salus illi decus atque virtus,
Qui supra cœli residens cacumen,
Totius mundi machinam gubernat,
Trinus et unus.
This is the day whereon the Lord’s true witness trns John O’Conner 1902 1 This is the day whereon the Lord’s true witness,
Whom all the nations lovingly do honour,
Worthy at least was found to wear forever
Glory transcendent
2 Loving, far-seeing, lowly, modest minded,
So kept he well an even course unstained
Ever while in his frame of manhood lingered
Life’s fitful breathings
3 Oft hath it been thro’ his sublime deserving
Poor human bodies, howsoever stricken
Broke and cast off the bondage of their sickness,
Healed Divinely.
4 Wherefore to him we raise the solemn chorus,
Chanting his praise and his surpassing triumph,
So may his pleading help us in the battle
All through the ages.
5 Healing and power, grace and beauteous honour
Always be His, who shining in the highest,
Ruleth and keepeth all the world’s vast order,
One God, three Persons
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