A HYMN FOR THE 15th SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST
Full in the panting heart of Rome
Beneath the apostle’s crowning dome.
From pilgrims’ lips that kiss the ground,
Breathes in all tongues one only sound:
Beneath the apostle’s crowning dome.
From pilgrims’ lips that kiss the ground,
Breathes in all tongues one only sound:
REFRAIN: Faith of our Fathers, holy faith,
We will be true to thee till death!
We will be true to thee till death!
The golden roof, the marble walls,
The Vatican’s majestic halls,
The note redoubles, till it fills
With echoes sweet the seven hills.
The Vatican’s majestic halls,
The note redoubles, till it fills
With echoes sweet the seven hills.
REFRAIN
Then surging through each hallowed gate,
Where martyrs glory, in peace await,
It sweeps beyond the solemn plain,
Peals over Alps, across the main.
Where martyrs glory, in peace await,
It sweeps beyond the solemn plain,
Peals over Alps, across the main.
REFRAIN
From torrid south to frozen north,
The wave harmonious stretches forth,
Yet strikes no chord more true to Rome’s,
Than rings within our hearts and homes.
The wave harmonious stretches forth,
Yet strikes no chord more true to Rome’s,
Than rings within our hearts and homes.
REFRAIN
By Nicholas Cardinal Wiseman
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