Auctor perennis gloriae
O Source of glory without end,
Who with Your sev’n-fold graces send
Your Spirit to those who confess,
Defend us all in gentleness.
Remove all hindrances of mind;
Let sin’s strong powers vanquished be
And inner tears forever flee.
O keep our minds in quiet rest,
Perfect our work in righteousness.
Accept, O Lord, the prayers we give,
That we eternally may live.
The years, their seven days have run,
The age of time is nearly done,
For lo, the eighth and final nears,
When judgment day at last appears.
Redeemer, hear us, Lord, we pray.
Forget your anger on that day,
And let us not at your left stand,
But station us at your right hand.
So when in mercy you receive
The prayers of those, Lord, who believe,
Then may your glory ever new
Blest Trinity, return to you.
Trans. Kathleen Pluth