Praise to the heavenly Wisdom

Who knows the hearts of all,

The saintly life's beginnings,

The traitor's secret fall;

Our own ascended Master,

Who heard his Church's cry,

Made known his guiding presence,

And ruled her from on high.

Elect in his foreknowledge,

To fill the lost one's place;

He formed his chosen vessel

By hidden gifts of grace;

Then, by the lot's disposing

He lifted up the poor,

And set him with the Princes

On high for evermore.

Still guide thy Church, chief Shepherd,

Her losses still renew;

Be thy dread keys entrusted

To faithful hands and true;

Apostles of thy choosing

May all her rulers be

That each with joy may render

His last account to thee!

Amen.