Note 100 — Chapter III

Let the world exult with joy, Let the heaven resound with praise; The earth and stars sing together The glory of the Apostles. Ye judges of the ages And true lights of the world, With the prayers of our hearts we implore, Hear the voices of your suppliants. Ye who shut the temples of heaven, And loose its bars by a word, Command ye us, who are guilty, To be released from our sins; we pray. Ye whose commands forthwith Sickness and health feel, Heal our languid minds, Increase us in virtues, That when Christ, the Judge, shall return, In the end of the world, He may grant us to be partakers Of eternal joy. Jesus, to thee be glory, Who wast born of a virgin, With the Father and the Benign Spirit, Through eternal ages. Amen.