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 Thee the white-robed army of martyrs doth praise.

Thee the holy Church throughout the world doth confess.

The Father of incomprehensible Majesty.

Thine adorable, true, and only Son.

And the Holy Ghost the Paraclete.

Thou, O Christ, art the King of glory.

Thou art the everlasting Son of the Father.

Thou, having taken upon Thee to deliver man, didst not disdain the Virgin's womb.

Thou, having overcome the sting of death, hast opened to believers the kingdom of heaven.

Thou sittest at the right hand of God, in the glory of the Father.

Thou, we believe, art the Judge to come.

We beseech Thee, therefore, to help Thy servants, whom Thou hast redeemed with Thy precious blood.