| Quicumque Christum quæritis,Uculos in altum tollite:
 Illic licebit visere
 Signum perennis gloriæ.
Illustre quiddam cernimus,Quod nesciat finem pati,
 Sublime, celsum, interminum,
 Antiquius cœlo et chao.
Hic ille Rex est Gentium,Populique Rex Judaici,
 Promissus Abrahæ patri,
 Ej usque in ævum semini.
Hunc et Prophetis testibus,Iisdemque signatoribus
 Testator et Pater jubet
 Audire nos, et credere.
Jesu, tibi sit gloria,Qui te revelas parvulis,
 Cum Patre et almo Spiritu
 In sempiterna sæcula.
 | All ye who would the Christ descry,Lift up your eyes to Him on high:
 There mortal gaze hath strength to see
 The token of His majesty.
A wondrous sign we there behold,That knows not death nor groweth old,
 Sublime, most high, that cannot fade,
 That was ere earth and heaven were made.
Here is the King the Gentiles fear,The Jews’ most mighty King is here
 Promised to Abraham of yore,
 And to his seed forevermore.
‘Tis He the Prophets’ words foretold,And by their signs shown forth of old;
 The Father’s witness hath ordained
 That we should hear with faith unfeigned.
Jesu, to Thee our praise we pay,To little ones revealed to-day,
 With Father and Blest Spirit One
 Until the ages’ course is done.
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