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.