| Gentis Polonæ gloria,Clerique splendor nobilis,
 Decus Lycæi, et patriæ
 Pater, Joannes inclyte.
Legem superni NuminisDoces magister, et facis.
 Nil scire prodest: sedulo
 Legem nitamur exsequi.
Apostolorum liminaPedes viator visitas;
 Ad patriam, ad quam tendimus,
 Gressus viamque dirige.
Urbem petis Jerusalem:Signata sacro sanguine
 Christi colis vestigia,
 Rigasque fusis fletibus.
Acerba Christi vulnera,Hærete nostris cordibus,
 Ut cogitemus consequi
 Redemptionis pretium.
Te prona mundi machina,Clemens adoret Trinitas,
 Et nos novi per gratiam
 Novum canamus canticum.
 | O Glory of the Polish race,O splendor of the priestly band,
 Whose lore did thy Lyceum grace,
 John, father of the fatherland.
The Law of the supernal WillThou teachest both in word and deed;
 Knowledge is naught—we must fulfill
 In works, not barren words, our creed!
On foot to Apostolic RomeThy pilgrim spirit joyful hied;
 Oh, to our everlasting home
 The path declare, the footstep guide!
Again, in Sion’s holy street,Anew thou wet’st with tearful flood
 The pathway of the Saviour’s feet
 Erst wet with His redeeming Blood.
O sweet and bitter Wounds of Christ,Deep in our hearts imprinted stay,
 That the blest fruit the sacrificed
 Redeemer gained, be ours for aye!
Then let the world obeisance duePerform, O God, to Thy high Will;
 And let our souls, by grace made new,
 Sing to Thee a new canticle!
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