NCH 476
Seek ye a patron to defend
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Verse 1
Seek ye a patron to defend
Your cause? Then, one and all,
Without delay upon the Prince
Of all Apostles call.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
Verse 2
By penitential tears thou didst
The path of life regain,
Teach us with thee to weep our sins
And wash away their stain.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
Verse 3
The angel touch'd thee, and forthwith
Thy chains from off thee fell;
Oh, loose us from the subtle coils
That link us close with Hell.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
Verse 4
Firm rock whereon the Church is based!
Pillar that cannot bend!
With strength endue us; and the faith
From heresy defend.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
Verse 5
Save Rome which, from the days of old,
Thy blood hath sanctified;
And help the nations of the earth
That in thy help confide.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
Verse 6
Oh, worshipp'd by all Christendom!
Her realms in peace maintain;
Let no contagion sap her strength,
No discord rend in twain.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
Verse 7
The weapons which our ancient foe
Against us doth prepare,
Crush thou; nor suffer us to fall
Into his deadly snare.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
Verse 8
Guard us through life; and in that hour
When our last fight draws nigh,
O'er death, o'er hell, o'er Satan's pow'r,
Gain us the victòry.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
Verse 9
Praise to the Lord and Father be;
Praise to the Son who rose;
Praise to the Spirit Paraclete;
While age on ages flows.
Blest holder of the heav'nly keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of heav’n’s eternal door.
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