| Regali solio fortis Iberiæ,Hermenegilde jubar, gloria Martyrum,
 Christi quos amor almis
 Cœli cœtibus inserit.
Ut perstas patiens, pollicitum DeoServans obsequium! quo potius tibi
 Nil proponis, et arces
 Cautus noxia, quæ placent.
Ut motus cohibes, pabula qui parantSurgentis vitii, non dubios agens
 Per vestigia gressus,
 Quo veri via dirigit!
Sit rerum Domino jugis honor Patri,Et Natum celebrent ora precantium,
 Divinumque supremis
 Flamen laudibus efferant.
 | Glory of Iberia’s throne!Joy of martyred Saints above!
 Who the crown of life have won
 Dying for their Saviour’s love.
What intrepid faith was thine!What unswerving constancy!
 Bent to do the will divine
 With exact fidelity.
Every rising motion checkedWhich might lead thy heart astray,
 How thou didst thy course direct
 Whither virtue showed the way.
Honor, glory, majesty,To the Father and the Son,
 With the Holy Spirit be,
 While eternal ages run.
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