How blest the ma­tron, who, en­dued
With ho­ly zeal and for­ti­tude,
Has won through grace a saint­ly fame,
And owns a dear and hon­ored name.

Such ho­ly love in­flamed her breast
She would not seek on earth her rest,
But, strong in faith and pa­tience, trod
The nar­row way that leads to God.

She learned, through fast­ing, to con­trol
The flesh that weigh­eth down the soul,
And then, by pray­er’s sweet food sus­tained,
To seek the joys she now has gained.

O Christ, from whom all vir­tue springs,
Who on­ly doe­st won­drous things,
To Thee, the King of saints, we pray,
Accept and bless Thy flock to­day.

All praise to God the Fa­ther be,
All praise, eter­nal Son, to Thee,
Whom with the Spi­rit we ad­ore
For ev­er and for ev­er­more.