A great old hymn: Belli Tumultus Ingruit
Wars and tumults fill the earth; Men the fear of God despise; Retribution, vengeance, wrath, Brood upon the angry skies.
Holy Pius, Pope sublime! Whom, in this most evil time - Whom, of Saints in bliss, can we Better call to aid than thee?
None more mightily than thou Hath, by holy deed or word, Through the spacious earth below, Spread the glory of the Lord.
Holy Pius, etc.
Thine it was, O Pontiff brave! Pontiff of eternal Rome! From barbaic yoke to save Terror-stricken Christendom.
Holy Pius, etc.
When Lepanto's gulf beheld, Strewn upon its waters fair, Turkey's countless navy yield To the power of thy prayer.
Holy Pius, etc.
Who meanwhile with prophet's eye, Didst the distant battle see, And announce to standers-by That same moment's victory.
Holy Pius, etc.
Mightier now and glorified, Hear the supplicant cry we pour; Crush rebellion's haughty pride: Quell the din of rising war.
Holy Pius, etc.
At thy prayers may golden peace Down to earth descend again; License, discord, trouble cease; Justice, truth and order reign.
Holy Pius, etc.
To the Lord of endless days, One Almighty Trinity, Sempiternal glory, praise, Honor, might and blessing be. Amen.
An indulgence of 300 days.
The Raccolta
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