| Cœlestis urbs Jerusalem,Beata pacis visio,
 Quæ Celsa de viventibus
 Saxis ad astra tolleris,
 Sponsæque ritu cingeris
 Mille Angelorum millibus.
O sorte nupta prospera,Dotata Patris gloria,
 Respersa sponsi gratia,
 Regina formosissima,
 Christo jugata Principi,
 Cœli corusca civitas.
Hic margaritis emicant,Patentque cunctis ostia:
 Virtute namque prævia
 Mortalis illuc ducitur,
 Amore Christi percitus
 Tormenta quisquis sustinet
Scalpri salubris ictibus,Et tunsione plurima,
 Fabri polita malleo
 Hanc saxa molem construunt,
 Aptisque juncta nexibus
 Locantur in fastigio.
Decus Parenti debitumSit usquequaque Altissimo,
 Natoque Patris unico,
 Et inclyto Paraclito,
 Cui laus, potestas, gloria
 Æterna sit per sæcula.
 | Thou heavenly, new Jerusalem,Vision of peace in prophet’s dream!
 With living stones built up on high,
 And rising to yon starry sky;
 In bridal pomp thy form is crowned,
 With thousand thousand Angels round!
O Bride, betrothed in happy hour,The Father’s glory is thy dower;
 The Bridegroom’s grace is shed on thee
 Thou Queen all fair eternally;
 To Christ allied, thy Prince adored,
 Bright shining city of the Lord!
Behold with pearls they glittering standThy peaceful gates to all expand;
 By grace and strength divinely shed
 Each mortal thither may be led;
 Who, kindled by Christ’s love, will dare
 All earthly sufferings now to bear.
By many a salutary stroke,By many a weary blow that broke,
 Or polished with a workman’s skill,
 The stones that form that glorious pile,
 They all are fitly framed to lie
 In their appointed place on high.
Fair and well-pleasing in Thy sight,Parent most high, enthroned in light,
 And for Thine only Son most meet,
 And Thee, all-glorious Paraclete,
 To whom praise, power, and glory rise
 Forever through the eternal skies.
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