# Verified against Divinum Officium (Monastic Tridentinum 1617), Vespers
# live query, 2026-10-25, the same clean date already used for lauds-capitulum-christ-the-king.yml (version `Monastic Divino 1930`, not 1617 -- see lauds-capitulum-christ-the-king.yml's own header for why).
id: vespers-hymn-christ-the-king
text:
  la: |
    Te sæculórum Príncipem,
    Te, Christe, Regem géntium,
    Te méntium, te córdium
    Unum fatémur árbitrum.

    Scelésta turba clámitat:
    Regnáre Christum nólumus:
    Te nos ovántes ómnium
    Regem suprémum dícimus.

    O Christe, Princeps Pácifer,
    Mentes rebélles súbice:
    Tuóque amóre dévios,
    Ovíle in unum cóngrega.

    Ad hoc cruénta ab árbore
    Pendes apértis brácchiis,
    Diráque fossum cúspide
    Cor igne flagrans éxhibes.

    Ad hoc in aris ábderis
    Vini dapísque imágine,
    Fundens salútem fíliis
    Transverberáto péctore.

    Te natiónum Prǽsides
    Honóre tollant público,
    Colant magístri, júdices,
    Leges et artes éxprimant.

    Submíssa regum fúlgeant
    Tibi dicáta insígnia:
    Mitíque sceptro pátriam
    Domósque subde cívium.

    Glória tibi, Dómine,
    Qui sceptra mundi témperas,
    Cum Patre, et Sancto Spíritu,
    In sempitérna sǽcula.
    Amen.
  en: |
    To thee, O Prince of all that be,
    Thou Christ, O King eternally;
    O Framer of the mind and heart,
    Our one true Judge we say thou art.

    The wicked protest, wail and cry,
    Christ Jesus’ reign they would deny;
    Rejoice we at thy glorious name,
    Thou Highest King we do proclaim.

    O Christ! The Source of all our peace,
    Make all our sinful thoughts to cease;
    And still in us our loves misplaced,
    As Thy one sheepfold be we embraced.

    For this, hanging on cruel tree,
    With arms outstretched, for all to see;
    His heart is pierced by soldier’s spear,
    Revealing burning love most dear.

    From this the altar of the tree
    Thy blood flows forth from Calvary;
    As wine to us it doth appear,
    To thine own heart it draws us near.

    Thou Governor of all that be,
    May all thy creatures honour thee;
    All those who rule, O Lord renew!
    Source of all precepts just and true.

    To regal glory, all submit,
    All crowns and honours we do remit;—
    To thy scepter—so sweet and mild!
    Submit we as a little child.

    All glory be, Jesu, to thee,
    Thy scepter over all that be;
    All glory, as is ever meet,
    To Father and to Paraclete.
    Amen.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified