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						Sedibus cli nitidis receptos
						Dicite athletas geminos, Fideles,
 Slavicæ duplex columen decusque
 Dicite gentis.
						Hos amor fratres sociavit unus,
						Unaque abduxit pietas eremo,
 Ferre quo multis celerent beatæ
 Pignora vitæ.
						Luce, quæ templis superis renidet,
						Bulgaros complent, Moravos, Bohemos;
 Mox feras turmas numerosa Petro
 Agmina ducunt.
						Debitam cincti meritis coronam
						Pergite o flecti lacrymis precantum:
 Prisca vos Slavis opus est datores
 Dona tueri.
						Quæque vos clamat generosa tellus
						Servet æternæ fidei nitorem;
 Quæ dedit princeps, dabit ipsa semper
 Roma salutem.
						Gentis humanæ Sator er Redemptor
						Qui bonus nobis bona cuncta præbes,
 Sint tibi grates, tibi sit per omne
 Gloria sæclum.
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						Sing, O ye faithful, sing two athlete brothers,
						Welcomed above to thrones of light supernal;
 Sing, of Salvations race, the glory twofold
 And strength eternal.
						One love these brethren bound in sweetest union,
						By pity same their solitude is broken;
 Forth they would hasten, unto many bearing
 Lifes blessed token.
						Soon oer Bulgaria, Moravia, Bohemia,
						Light from the heavenly temple shineth glorious.
 One savage hordes, now countless flocks, to Peter
 Lead they victorious.
						Now with the well-earned crown your brow encircled,
						Hear, blessed ones, to suppliant tears bending;
 Unto the Slavs, erst by your gifts enriched,
 Protection lending.
						Oh, may each genrous land, your aid imploring,
						Keep bright the faith through every generation;
 Rome to that land first gave, and ever guardeth,
 Life and salvation.
						Lord, of our race Creator and Redeemer,
						By nature good, all goods on us bestowing,
 Glory to Thee through ages all, from grateful
 Hearts overflowing.
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