King of the hosts of heavenly birth,
Thou Son, Redeemer of the earth,
And Holy Ghost, the Paraclete,
Bring to our souls thy solace sweet.
O Trinity, to thee all praise
Shall rise unto the end of days;
Upraise and guide each struggling soul
From evil thoughts and deeds of dole.
Let not our footsteps tend or stray
Along the dark forbidden way;
But like thy heavenly company,
Rejoice in love and light with thee.
O Trinity forevermore,
Thee do we honor, praise, adore,
To thee be blessings, thanks and love
In earth below and heaven above.
Pope Urban VIII (1568 - 1644) Italy
Translated by Daniel J. Donahoe
Source: Early Christian hymns, Series II : translations of the verses of the early and middle ages
by Daniel Joseph Donahoe, Donahoe pub. co., 1911
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