Magnae Deus potentiae

Lord of all power! at whose command,
The waters, from their teeming womb,
Brought forth the countless tribes of fish,
And birds of every note and plume:

Who didst, for natures link’d in birth,
Far different homes of old prepare;
Sinking the fishes in the sea;
Lifting the birds aloft in air:

Who, born of thy baptismal wave,
We ask of Thee, O Lord divine!
“Keep us, whom Thou hast sanctified
In thy own Blood, for ever thine.

Safe from all pride, as from despair;
Not sunk too low, nor raised too high:
Lest raised by pride, we headlong fall;
Sunk in despair, lie down and die.”

Father of mercies! hear our cry;
Hear us, O sole-begotten Son!
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high,
Reignest while endless ages run.