| Vexilla Regis prodeunt:Fulget Crucis mysterium,
 Qua vita mortem pertulit,
 Et morte vitam protulit.
Quæ vulnerata lanceæMucrone diro, criminum
 Ut nos lavaret sordibus,
 Manavit unda, et sanguine.
Impleta sunt quæ concinitDavid fideli carmine,
 Dicendo nationibus:
 Regnavit a ligno Deus.
Arbor decora et fulgida,Ornata regis purpura,
 Electa digno stipite
 Tam sancta membra tangere.
Beata, cujus brachiisPretium pependit sæculi,
 Statera facta corporis,
 Tulitque prædam tartari.
O Crux ave spes unica,Hoc passionis tempore
 Piis adauge gratiam,
 Reisque dele crimina.
Te, fons salutis Trinitas,Collaudet omnis spiritus:
 Quibus Crucis victoriam
 Lariris, adde præmium.
 | Abroad the Regal Banners fly,Now shines the Cross’s mystery;
 Upon it Life did death endure,
 And yet by death did life procure.
Who, wounded with a direful spear,Did, purposely to wash us clear
 From stain of sin, pour out a flood
 Of precious Water mixed with Blood.
That which the Prophet-King of oldHath in mysterious verse foretold,
 Is now accomplished, whilst we see
 God ruling nations from a Tree.
O lovely and refulgent Tree,Adorned with purpled majesty;
 Culled from a worthy stock, to bear
 Those Limbs which sanctified were.
Blest Tree, whose happy branches boreThe wealth that did the world restore;
 The beam that did that Body weigh
 Which raised up hell’s expected prey.
Hail, Cross, of hopes the most sublime!Now in this mournful Passion time,
 Improve religious souls in grace,
 The sins of criminals efface.
Blest Trinity, salvation’s spring,May every soul Thy praises sing;
 To those Thou grantest conquest by
 The holy Cross, rewards apply.
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