By Thy birth, O Lord of all,
In a stable’s lowly stall,
Where Thou didst vouchsafe to rest
On a human mother’s breast;
Guard Thy children, Lord, to Thee
Chanting this our litany.

By Thy humble bed of straw,
Thy obedience to the law;
By Thy forty days of woe
Wrestling with the mighty foe;
Guard Thy children, Lord, to Thee
Chanting this our litany.

By the hallowed water poured
On Thy sacred head, O Lord,
When Thou Jordan’s wave didst bless,
And fulfill all right­eous­ness;
Guard Thy children, Lord, to Thee
Chanting this our litany.

By the anguish laid on Thee,
Kneeling in Geth­se­ma­ne,
By Thy cross and precious death,
By Thy last expiring breath;
Guard Thy children, Lord, to Thee
Chanting this our litany.

By the word of pardon blest
To the dying thief ad­dressed,
By Thy cold and rocky bed,
By Thy sojourn ’midst the dead;
Guard Thy children, Lord, to Thee
Chanting this our litany.

By Thy re­sur­rect­ion bright
By Thy wondrous heavenly flight,
By the throne where Thou dost stand
At Thy Fa­ther’s own right hand;
Guard Thy children, Lord, to Thee
Chanting this our li­ta­ny.