O Father of all and King and Emperor of the nations,

you founded us in our first mother’s rib,

who drew up for us our hardship’s grandest fall.

So we have followed her,

in our own right in exile sharing

commonly her pain.

O noblest Sire,

our course with keenest zeal we run to you,

and in penitence

so sweet and savored,

which comes to us from you, to you we heave our sighs,

and when our pain is past,

devotedly do you embrace.

O Christ, most glorious and fair,

you are life’s resurrection!

For you we have relinquished

the fertile lover of a marriage,

and you we have embraced in heaven’s charity

and in the virgin branch of your nativity—

to you we’re joined with different turn

than once we were as to the flesh.

Help us to persevere and with you to rejoice

and from you never to be cleaved.