You, nourishing Divine of the starry Father,
And Spirit sent to bend minds,
And the sacrosanct Word fills the sacred things,
While you resonate, singing a joyful song.

The Most Invincible King of Sion, Ps. 2.

My King reigns on the eminent seat of Sion,
And gives subjected laws to the crowd from the sacred tribunal.
Fear him, O powerful dynasts of the nations,
And lying prostrate, kiss the feet of the eternal King.
Behold, he bears a tremendous scepter, by which he crushes

☩ And lays low the contumacious arrogance of his enemies.
Therefore submit the rods of your insolent spirit,
Lest, kindled with heavy wrath, he thrusts you from the high peak,
And breaks your proud head with an iron foot,
As we break earthenware vessels with a light rod.
No force, no sword, no war machine
Of the leaders of heaven will avail to tear down the palace.
This fortress will stand for all time, it will stand immuta-

Always to be feared by the ferocious enemies of heaven.
Here the flock of the pious has found the safest asylum
Against the furies of the world and the attack of Demons;
For the King of Sion protects with an invincible right hand
The chosen host, and he receives that which is mild under the yoke of the cross.