God Bless our Pope

Full in the panting heart of
Rome,
Beneath the apostle’s crowning
dome.
From pilgrim’s lips that kiss
the ground,
Breathes in all tongues one
only sound:
God bless our Pope, God bless
our Pope,
God bless our Pope, the great,
the good.

The golden roof, the marble
walls,
The Vatican’s majestic halls,
The note redouble, till it fills
With echoes sweet the seven
hills:
God bless……..

Then surging through each
hallowed gate,
Where martyrs glory, in peace
await.
It sweeps beyond the solemn
plain,
Peals over Alps, across the main:
God bless……

From torrid south to frozen north,
That wave harmonious stretches
forth,
Yet strikes no chord more true to
Rome’s,
Than rings within our hearts and
homes:
God bless…….

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