Quae dixit egit pertulit

The life which God’s Incarnate Word
Liv’d here below with men,
Three blest Evangelists record,
With Heav’n-inspired pen:

John penetrates on eagle wing
The Father’s dread abode;
And shews the mystery wherein
The Word subsists with God.

Pure Saint! upon his Saviour’s breast
Invited to recline,
’Twas thence he drew, in moments blest,
His knowledge all divine:

There too, with that angelic love
Did he his bosom fill,
Which, once enkindled from above,
Breathes in his pages still.

Oh, dear to Christ! to thee upon
His Cross, of all bereft,
Thou virgin soul! the Virgin Son
His Virgin Mother left.

To Jesus, born of Virgin bright,
Praise with the Father be;
Praise to the Spirit Paraclete,
Through all eternity.