| Jam morte victor obrutaAb inferis Christus redit,
 Fractisque culpæ vinculis,
 Cœli recludit limina.
Visus satis mortalibusAscendit ad cœlestia,
 Dexteræque Patris assidet
 Consors paternæ gloriæ.
Quem jam suis promiserat,Sanctum daturus Spiritum,
 Linguis amoris igneis
 Mœstis alumnis impluit.
Soluta carnis pondereAd astra Virgo tollitur,
 Excepta cœli jubilo,
 Et Angelorum canticis.
Bis sena cingunt sideraAlmæ parentis verticem:
 Throno propinqua Filii
 Cunctis creatis imperat.
Gloria tibi DomineQui natus es de Virgine,
 Cum Patre et Sancto Spiritu
 In sempiterna sæcula.
 | Now Christ, the Conqueror of death,Breaks sin’s enslaving chain,
 And rising from the tomb returns,
 And opens heaven again.
Awhile beheld by mortal men,He rises from their sight;
 Ascending to the Father’s throne,
 He reigns in equal light.
His promised gift unto His ownHe sends forth from above,
 And rains the Holy Spirit down
 In fiery tongues of love.
The Virgin, freed of mortal weight,Is borne than stars yet higher,
 And with glad melody is hailed
 By each Angelic choir.
Our Mother’s gentle brow now shinesWith crown in starry sheen,
 As nigh her Son, in light enthroned,
 She reigns creation’s Queen.
O Jesu, born of Virgin bright,All glory be to Thee,
 With Father and with Paraclete,
 Through all eternity.
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