Thy body with long fastings worn;
Thy flesh with cruel scourgings torn;
‘Twas thine to live, O Blessed Saint,
A most unspotted penitent.
Oh, may we follow after thee,
In ways of holy purity!
And in the Spirit’s might control
Each evil passion of the soul!
Thou on the poor in winter’s snow
Oft thy own raiment didst bestow:
By hunger or by thirst oppressed,
They flew to thy parental breast.
O thou, who nothing didst deny
To those who sought thy charity,
Thy native land from harm defend,
And peace to all her borders send!
Praise to the Father, with the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One;
Jesu, through thy dear servant’s prayer,
May we thy joys eternal share.
From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964