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						Æterne Rex altissime,
						Redemptor et fidelium,
 Cui mors perempta detulti
 Summæ triumphum gloriæ.
						Ascendis orbes siderum,
						Quo te vocabat clitus
 Collata, non humantius,
 Rerum potestas omnium.
						Ut trina rerum machina,
						Clestium, terrestrium,
 Et inferorum condita,
 Flectat genu jam subdita.
						Tremunt videntes Angeli
						Versam vicem mortalium:
 Peccat caro, mundat caro,
 Regnat Deus Dei caro.
						Sis ipse nostrum gaudium,
						Manens olympo præmium,
 Mundi regis qui fabricam,
 Mundana vincens gaudia.
						Hinc te precantes quæsumus,
						Ignosce culpis omnibus,
 Et corda sursum subleva
 Ad te superna gratia.
						Ut cum repente cperis
						Clarere nube judicis,
 Pnas repellas debitas,
 Reddas coronas perditas.
						Jesu, tibi sit gloria,
						Qui victor in clum redis,
 Cum Patre, et almo Spiritu,
 In sempiterna sæcula.
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						Eternal Monarch, King most High,
						Whose Blood hath brought redemption nigh,
 By whom the death of Death was wrought,
 And conquering graces battle fought:
						Ascending by the starry road,
						This day Thou wentest home to God,
 By Heaven to power unending called,
 And by no human hand installed.
						That so, in natures triple frame,
						Each heavenly and each earthly name,
 And things in hells abyss abhorred,
 May bend the knee and own Him Lord.
						Yes, Angels tremble when they see
						How changed is our humanity;
 That Flesh hath purged what flesh had stained,
 And God, the flesh of God, hath reigned.
						Be Thou our joy, O might Lord,
						As Thou wilt be our great reward;
 Earths joys to Thee are nothing worth,
 Thou joy and crown of heaven and earth.
						To Thee we therefore humbly pray
						That Thou wouldst purge our sins away,
 And draw our hearts by cords of grace
 To Thy celestial dwelling-place.
						So when the Judgment day shall come,
						And all must rise to meet their doom,
 Thou wilt remit the debts we owe,
 And our lost crowns again bestow.
						All glory, Lord, to Thee we pay,
						Ascending oer the stars to-day;
 All glory, as is ever meet;
 To Father and to Paraclete.
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