Vexilla Regis prodeunt,
Fulget Crucis mysterium,
Quo carne carnis Conditor,
Suspensus est patibulo.
Quo vulneratus insuper,
Mucrone diro lanceae,
Ut nos lavaret crimine,
Manavit unda et sanguine.
Te, fons salutis Trinitas,
Collaudet omnis spiritus,
Quos per Crucis mysterium,
Salvas, fove per saecula.
The King's standards advance,
The mystery of the Cross blazes out,
On which, Flesh for our flesh, the Creator
Was hung for a gallows.
By the fatal injury of the lance,
So that He should wash us from our sin,
From His body flowed water and blood.
You, Trinity, source of salvation,
Be praised by all those souls
Whom, by the mystery of the Cross,
You saved and warmed throughout the centuries.