| O Lux beata cœlitumEt summa spes mortalium,
 Jesu, o cui domestica
 Arrisit orto caritas.
Maria, dives gratia,O sola quæ casto potes
 Fovere Jesum pectore,
 Cum lacte donans oscula.
Tuque ex vetustis patribusDelecte custos Virginis,
 Dulci patris quem nomine
 Divina Proles invocat.
De stirpe Jesse nobiliNati in salutem gentium,
 Audite nos qui supplices
 Vestras ad aras sistimus.
Dum sol redux ad vesperumRebus nitorem detrahit,
 Nos hic manentes intimo
 Ex corde vota fundimus.
Qua vestra sedes floruitVirtutis omnis gratia,
 Hanc detur in domesticis
 Referre posse moribus.
Jesu, tibi sit gloria,Qui natis es de Virgine,
 Cum Patre, et almo Spiritu,
 In sempiterna sæcula.
 | O Highest Hope of mortals,Blest Light of Saints above,
 O Jesu, on whose boyhood
 Home smiled with kindly love;
And thou whose bosom nursed Him,O Mary, highly graced,
 Whose breast gave milk to Jesus,
 Whose arms thy God embraced;
And thou of all men chosenTo guard the Virgin’s fame,
 To whom God’s Son refused not
 A Father’s gracious name;
Born for the nation’s healing,Of Jesse's lineage high,
 Behold the suppliants kneeling,
 O hear the sinners’ cry!
The sun returned to evening,Dusks all the twilight air:
 We, lingering here before you,
 Pour out our heartfelt prayer.
Your home was a gardenMade glad with fairest flowers;
 May life thus blossom sweetly
 In every home of ours.
Jesus, to Thee be glory,The Maiden-Mother’s Son,
 With Father and with Spirit
 While endless ages run.
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