| Iste Confessor Domini colentesQuem pie laudant populi per orbem:
 Hac die lætus meruit beatas
 Scandere sedes.
Qui pius, prudens, humilis, pudicus,Sobriam duxit sine labe vitam,
 Donee humanos animavit auræ
 Spiritus artus.
Cujus ob præstans meritum frequenter,Ægra quæ passim jacuere membra,
 Viribus morbi domitis, saluti
 Restituuntur.
Noster hinc illi chorus obsequentemConcinit laudem, celebresque palmas;
 Ut piis ejus precibus juvemur
 Omne per ævum.
Sit salus illi, decus atque virtus,Qui super cœli solio coruscans,
 Totius mundi seriem gubernat
 Trinus et unus.
 | This the Confessor of the Lord, whose triumphNow all the faithful celebrate, with gladness
 Erst on this feast-day merited to enter
 Into his glory.
Saintly and prudent, modest in behavior,Peaceful and sober, chaste was he, and lowly.
 While that life s vigor, coursing through his members,
 Quickened his being.
Sick ones of old time, to his tomb resorting,Sorely by ailments manifold afflicted,
 Oft-times have welcomed health and strength returning,
 At his petition.
Whence we in chorus gladly do him honor,Chanting his praises with devout affection,
 That in his merits we may have a portion,
 Now and forever.
His be the glory, power and salvation,Who over all things reigneth in the highest,
 Earth’s might fabric ruling and directing,
 Onely and Trinal.
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