Spouse of Christ, in arms con­tend­ing
O’er each clime beneath the sun,
Blend with prayers for help as­cend­ing
Notes of praise for tri­umphs won.

As the Church today re­joic­es
All her saints to join on high,
So from earth let all our voic­es
Rise in so­lemn har­mo­ny.

First amid the laur­elled le­gions
Prays the mo­ther to her Son,
Close to Christ in those fair re­gions
Where high praise to Him is done.

Angels next, in due gra­da­tion
Of the Spi­rit’s min­is­try,
Hymn the Fa­ther of cre­ation,
Maker of the stars on high.

John, the herald voice so­no­rous,
Head of the pro­phet­ic throng,
Patriarchs, and seers in cho­rus,
Join to swell the an­gels’ song.

Near to Christ th’Apos­tles seat­ed,
Trampling on the pow­ers of hell,
By the promise now comp­let­ed
Judge the tribes of Is­ra­el.

They who nobly died be­liev­ing,
Martyrs purpled in their gore,
Crowns of life by death re­ceiving,
Rest in joy for­ev­er­more.

Priests and Levites, Gos­pel preach­ers,
And confessors number­less,
Prelates meek and holy teach­ers,
Bear the palm of right­eous­ness.

Virgin souls, by high pro­fes­sion
To the Lamb devoted here,
Strewing flowers in gay pro­cess­ion
At the marriage feast ap­pear.

All are blest together, prais­ing
God’s eter­nal ma­jes­ty,
Thrice repeated anthems rais­ing
To the all holy Trinity.

In your heav’nly ha­bi­ta­tions,
In your blessèd home on high,
Hear, ye saints, our as­pi­ra­tions,
As to God we lift our cry.

Ever praising, ever pray­ing,
Help ye thus your breth­ren here,
That the will of God obey­ing
We in peace may per­se­vere.

So may we, with hearts de­vot­ed,
Serve our God in ho­li­ness;
So may we, by God pro­mot­ed,
Share that heaven which ye pos­sess.