Vexilla Regis prodeunt: fulget Crucis mysterium,
Abroad the Regal Banners fly, now shines the Cross's mystery;
Quae vita mortem pertulit, et morte vitam protulit.
Upon it Life did death endure, and yet by death did life procure.
Quae vulnerata lanceae mucrone diro, criminum
Who, wounded with a direful spear, did, purposely to wash us clear
Ut nos lavaret sordibus, manavit unda et sanguine.
From stain of sin, pour out a flood of precious Water mixed with Blood.
Impleta sunt quae concinit David fideli carmine,
That which the Prophet-King of old hath in mysterious verse foretold,
Dicendo nationibus: Regnavit a ligno Deus.
Is now accomplished, whilst we see God ruling nations from a Tree.
Arbor decora et fulgida, ornata Regis purpura,
O lovely and reflugent Tree, adorned with purpled majesty;
Electa digno stipite tam sancta membra tangere.
Culled from a worthy stock, to bear those Limbs which sanctified were.
Beata, cuius brachiis Pretium pependit saeculi:
Blest Tree, whose happy branches bore the wealth that did the world restore;
Statera facta corporis, tulitque praedam tartari.
The beam that did that Body weigh which raised up hell's expected prey.
O Crux ave, spes unica, hoc Passionis tempore!
Hail, Cross, of hopes the most sublime! now in this mournful Passion time,
Piis adauge gratiam, reisque dele crimina.
Improve religious souls in grace, the sins of criminals efface.
Te, fons salutis Trinitas, collaudet omnis spiritus:
Blest Trinity, salvation's spring, may every soul Thy praises sing;
Quibus Crucis victoriam largiris, adde praemium. Amen.
To those Thou grantest conquest by the holy Cross, rewards apply. Amen.