Gentis Polonae gloria

O glory and high boast
Of Poland’s ancient race!
True father of thy fatherland!
Blest minister of grace

’Twas thine the law of God
To teach, and to obey;
Oh, may we ever walk therein;
Nor from its precepts stray!

Th’ Apostles’ shrines thou didst
Visit in pilgrim guise;
Oh, guide us to our home above,
Safe from all enemies!

Thou to Jerusalem
Didst go for love, and there
The traces of thy Lord adore,
And wash with many a tear.

Oh, may his blessed wounds
Deep in our hearts remain!
Through them may we the glorious prize
Of life eternal gain!

Dread Trinity, to Thee
Let the world’s fabric bend;
While evermore, from hearts renew’d,
New hymns of praise ascend.