| Rex gloriose Martyrum,Corona confitentium,
 Qui respuentes terrea
 Perducis ad cœlestia:
Aurem benignam protinusIntende nostris vocibus:
 Trophæa sacra pangimus:
 Ignosce quod deliquimus.
Tu vincis inter Martyres,Parcisque Confessoribus:
 Tu vince nostra crimina,
 Largitor indulgentise.
Deo Patri sit gloria,Et Filio, qui a mortuis
 Surrexit, ac Paraclito,
 In sempiterna sæcula.
 | O Glorious King of Martyr hosts,Thou Crown that each Confessor boasts,
 Who leadest to celestial day
 Those who have cast earth’s joys away:
Thine ear in mercy, Saviour, lend,While unto Thee our prayers ascend;
 And as we count their triumphs won,
 Forgive the sins that we have done.
Martyrs in Thee their triumphs gain,From Thee Confessors grace obtain;
 O’ercome in us the lust of sin,
 That we Thy pardoning love may win.
To Thee who, dead, again dost live,All glory, Lord, Thy people give;
 All glory, as is ever meet,
 To Father and to Paraclete.
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