Belli tumultus ingruit

Wars and tumults fill the earth;
Men the fear of God despise;
Retribution, vengeance, wrath,
Brood upon the angry skies.

Holy Pius! Pope sublime!
Whom, in this most evil time,
Whom, of Saints in bliss, can we
Better call to aid than thee?

None more mightily than thou,
Hath, by holy deed or word,
Through the spacious earth below,
Spread the glory of the Lord.

Thine it was, O Pontiff brave!
Pontiff of eternal Rome!
From barbaric yoke to save
Terror-stricken Christendom.

When Lepanto’s Gulf beheld,
Strewn upon its waters fair,
Turkey’s countless navy yield
To the power of thy prayer:

Who meanwhile, with prophet’s eye,
Didst the distant battle see;
And announce to standers by
That same moment’s victory.

Mightier now and glorified!
Hear the suppliant cry we pour;
Crush rebellion’s haughty pride;
Quell the din of rising war.

At thy prayer may golden peace
Down to earth descend again;
License, discord, trouble cease;
Justice, truth, and order reign.

To the Lord of endless days,
One Almighty Trinity;
Sempiternal glory, praise,
Honour, might, and blessing be.