Full in the panting heart of Rome, Beneath the Apostle’s crowning dome, From pilgrims’ lips that kiss the ground, Breathes in all tongues one only sound. “God bless our Pope, the great, the good.”
2. 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 our Pope, the great, the good.”
3. The 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 our Pope, the great, the good.”
4. 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 our Pope, the great, the good.”
5. For like the sparks of unseen fire, That speak along the magic wire, From home to home, from heart to heart, These words of countless children dart. “God bless our Pope, the great, the good.”
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FULL IN THE PANTING HEART OF ROME - Cameroon Hymnal - KOIRLINK