O past comparison, heroic and triumphant One,
We cast our merits to the dust beneath Your feet.
The sheaves of golden wheat we wave before You
Praise Your virtues and Your righteousness alone.

We follow You, arrayed in Your apparel,
Brighter than the driven snow upon Your vacant grave.
The fronds of palm that pave the road You ride on,
Celebrate with humbled pride the greatest victory ever won.

Complete in You, our virgin purity, You are the substance
Of our songs. To You belongs the credit for each melody we sing,
Each lyric offering we bring, perfected in your blood,
Our blessed good and only wise exalted God, our wondrous King.