Long live the Pope His praises sound again and yet again
His rule is over space and time His throne the hearts of men
All hail the Shepherd King of Rome The theme of loving song
Let all the earth is glory sing And heav'n the strain prelong.
Let all the earth is glory sing And heav'n the strain prolong.
Beleaguered by the foes of earth Be set by hosts of hell.
He guards the loyal flock of Christ A watchful sentinel
And yet amid the din and strife The clash of mace and sword
He bears alone the shepherd staff This champion of the Lord
He bears alone the shepherd staff This champion of the Lord.
Ite moesti Cordis luctus Tristes Ite gemitus
Lacrymarum Ite fluctus Et ciete fremitus
Corpus totum os et genae Oculorum lumine
Memgra Sanguis cor et venae Abeant in flumina
Nam aeterni Natus Patris Veri proles numinis
Idem homo natus Matris Ilil batae Virginis
Post Immanes cruciatus Scommatis affligitur
Diris flagris laniatur In crucem configitur
Cor Jesu Trinitatis Sacrum palatium
Fons divus caritatis Amoris vinculum
Chorus
Sit laus cum gloria Quae vis per tempora
Amanti Cordi Jesu Nunc et in saecula
Nunc et in saecula
Virtutum sedes mira Coelorum gaudium
Pro nobis passum dira Nostrum refugium
O Come Loud Anthems Let us Sing
O come loud anthems let us sing
Loud thanks to our almighty King
For we our voices high should raise
When our salvation's Rock we praise
Chorus
Great is the Lord!
What tongue can frame
An equal honour to His name
Into His presence let us haste,
To Thank Him for His favours past
To Him address in joyful songs
The praise that to His name belongs
Full in the panting heart of Rome
Beneath the apostle's crowning Throne
From pilgrims' lips that kiss the ground
Breathes in all tongues one only sound
"God bless our Pope, God bless our Pope
God Bless our Pope the great the good"
The golden roof the marble walls
The vaticans majestic halls
The note redoubles till it fills
With echoes sweet the seven hills
I am a faithful Catholic I love my holy Faith
I will be true to holy Church
And steadfast until death
And steadfast until death
I shun the haunts of those who seek
To ensnare poor Catholic youth
No church I own no schools I know
But those that teach the truth
But those that teach the truth
If base it is to yield before
The persecutor's rod
Then baser far to side with those
Who insult the Church of God
Who insult the Church of God
