Now hell is vanquished; every chain
Of sin is broken; Christ again
Returning, victor over death,
The gates of heaven openeth.
We mortals saw Him, till He passed
Into the heavens, where at last,
Partaker of God’s glory bright,
He sitteth on the Father’s right.
From thence He sheds the promised boon,
The Holy Spirit, on his own
In fiery tongues of love, o’erspread
Above each sad disciple’s head.
The Virgin, from the flesh set free,
Is borne beyond the stars; where she
Receives from heaven’s joyous throngs
The welcome of angelic throngs.
Twice six the stars that crown her brow;
The gracious Mother reigneth now
Beside her Son’s eternal throne
O’er all creation as her own.
All honour, laud, and glory be,
O Jesu, Virgin-born to thee;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father and to Paraclete.
– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964