- Vexilla Regis prodeunt:
 
Fulget Crucis mysterium, 
Qua vita mortem pertulit, 
Et morte vitam protulit.
 - Quæ vulnerata lanceæ
 
Mucrone diro, criminum 
Ut nos lavaret sordibus, 
Manavit unda, et sanguine.
 - Impleta sunt quæ concinit
 
David fideli carmine, 
Dicendo nationibus: 
Regnavit a ligno Deus.
 - Arbor decora et fulgida,
 
Ornata regis purpura, 
Electa digno stipite 
Tam sancta membra tangere.
 - Beata, cujus brachiis
 
Pretium pependit sæculi, 
Statera facta corporis, 
Tulitque prædam tartari.
 - O Crux ave spes unica,
 
Hoc passionis tempore 
Piis adauge gratiam, 
Reisque dele crimina.
 - Te, fons salutis Trinitas,
 
Collaudet omnis spiritus: 
Quibus Crucis victoriam 
Lariris, adde præmium.
 
  | - Abroad the Regal Banners fly,
 
Now shines the Cross’s mystery; 
Upon it Life did death endure, 
And yet by death did life procure.
 - Who, wounded with a direful spear,
 
Did, purposely to wash us clear 
From stain of sin, pour out a flood 
Of precious Water mixed with Blood.
 - That which the Prophet-King of old
 
Hath in mysterious verse foretold, 
Is now accomplished, whilst we see 
God ruling nations from a Tree.
 - O lovely and refulgent Tree,
 
Adorned with purpled majesty; 
Culled from a worthy stock, to bear 
Those Limbs which sanctified were.
 - Blest Tree, whose happy branches bore
 
The wealth that did the world restore; 
The beam that did that Body weigh 
Which raised up hell’s expected prey.
 - Hail, Cross, of hopes the most sublime!
 
Now in this mournful Passion time, 
Improve religious souls in grace, 
The sins of criminals efface.
 - Blest Trinity, salvation’s spring,
 
May every soul Thy praises sing; 
To those Thou grantest conquest by 
The holy Cross, rewards apply.
 
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