Sequence for St. Disibod
O prelate of the true City,
in the temple of the cornerstone
you mount up to heaven, on earth layed low
for God.
A stranger to the worldly seed,
you yearned to be an exile
for the love of Christ.
O mountain of the cloistered mind,
you patiently disclosed the beautiful face
in the mirror of the dove.
You retired in the hidden nook,
entranced by the flowers’ perfume,
glittering for God through the lattice of the saints.
O vault for the keys of heaven,
for the clear-eyed life
you sold off the world—
this contest, sweet confessor
you keep forever in the Lord.
For in your mind
the living Fount with brightest light
brought forth the clearest streams
along salvation’s way.
You are a mighty tower
before supreme God’s altar—your tower’s top
you’ve shrouded in
an aromatic cloud.
O Disibod, within your light
and through your modelling of purest sound
you’ve built up limbs of wondrous praise
on either side
by the Son of Man.
You stand on high and unashamed
before the living God:
with verdant moisture you protect
those praising God with such a voice.
O life so sweet,
O blessed perseverance:
with blessed Disibod
you’ve ever built a glorious light in Jerusalem above.
Now God be praised
in the tonsure’s beauty,
working manfully!
And let the citizens above rejoice
for those who follow them
in this way.