The Praises of That Saint We Sing

The prais­es of that saint we sing

To whom all lands their tri­bute bring

Who with in­do­mi­ta­ble heart

Bore through­out life true wo­man’s heart.

Restraining ev­ery fro­ward sense

By gen­tle bonds of ab­sti­nence

With pray­er her hun­gry souls she fed

And thus to heav­en­ly joys hath sped.

King Christ

from whom all vir­tue springs

Who on­ly do­est won­drous things

As now to Thee she kneels in pray­er

In mer­cy our pe­ti­tions hear.

All praise to God the Fa­ther be

All praise

eter­nal Son

to Thee;

Whom with the Spir­it we ad­ore

Forever and for­ev­er­more.