Glory of Iberia's throne! Joy of martyred Saints above! Who the crown of life have won Dying for their Saviour's love. What intrepid faith was thine! What unswerving constancy! Bent to do the will divine With exact fidelity. Every rising motion checked Which might lead thy heart astray, How thou didst thy course direct Whither virtue showed the way. Honor, glory, majesty, To the Father and the Son, With the Holy Spirit be, While eternal ages run.