The old verities, the old certainties
All bow before Thee, O Master,
And casting down the crowns of their superiority,
Learned, intellectual, rational, worldly-wise,
Are compelled to come before Thy throne in humility
Confessing that Thou alone art, only Thou canst be,
Blessed eternal Trinity, three-in-one and one-in-three,
Eternal mysterion of community.
And our poor mortal tongues cannot voice
The joys of Thy immortal glory;
Thou art Creator, God, and Lord
Father and friend of man.
a diebus autem Iohannis Baptistae usque nunc regnum
caelorum vim patitur et violenti rapiunt illud