Decora Lux

The light eternal floods with glorious rays
Of blessed hue the chief of golden days,
Wherein the Princes of the Church are crowned,
That grace may reign and clemency abound.

Doctor of earth and Master of the keys,
Founders of Rome and all men's Judges these;
One by the cross, the other by the sword,
Have life, the victors' infinite reward.

O happy Rome , of glorious renown,
Thy Princes' blood begems thy ancient crown;
Empurpled by their martyrdom, alone
The beauty of the world thou hast outshone.

O blessed Peter , graciously receive
The humble prayer, and guilty men reprieve;
To whom the power is given by the Lord
To shut or open heaven by a word.
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