| Placare, Christe, servulis,Quibus Patris clementiam
 Tuæ ad tribunal gratiæ
 Patrona Virgo postulat.
Et vos beata, per novemDistincta gyros agmina,
 Antiqua cum præsentibus,
 Futura damna pellite.
Apostoli cum Vatibus,Apud severum Judicem,
 Veris reorum fletibus
 Exposcite indulgentiam.
Vos purpurati Martyres,Vos candidati præmio
 Confessionis, exsules
 Vocate nos in patriam.
Chorea casta Virginum,Et quos eremus incolas
 Transmisit astris, cœlitum
 Locate nos in sedibus.
Auferte gentem perfidamCredentium de finibus,
 Ut unus omnes unicum
 Ovile nos pastor regat.
Deo Patri sit gloria,Natoque Patris unico,
 Sancto simul Paraclito,
 In sempiterna sæcula.
 | O Christ, Thy guilty people spare!Lo, kneeling at Thy gracious throne,
 Thy Virgin-Mother pours her prayer,
 Imploring pardon for her own.
Ye Angels, happy evermore!Who in your circles nine ascend,
 As ye have guarded us before,
 So still from harm our steps defend.
Ye Prophets and Apostles high!Behold our penitential tears;
 And plead for us when death is nigh,
 And our all-searching Judge appears.
Ye Martyrs all! a purple band,And Confessors, a white-robed train;
 Oh, call us to our native land,
 From this our exile, back again.
And ye, O choirs of Virgins chaste!Receive us to your seats on high;
 With Hermits whom the desert waste
 Sent up of old into the sky.
Drive from the flock, O Spirit blest!The false and faithless race away;
 That all within one fold may rest,
 Secure beneath one Shepherd’s sway.
To God the Father glory be,And to His sole-begotten Son;
 And glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee,
 While everlasting ages run.
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