When thou dost pray thy mighty prayer, Disorders flee, and plagues abate, And bodies, wasting in disease, Regain at once their healthful state. When phthisis, fevers, ulcers dire, Have brought men to their latest breath, When they are mourned as victims doomed, Thou tak'st them from the jaws of death. Thou pray'st; and goods, which down the stream Are hurried on at headlong pace, Drawn by the mighty hand of God, Float upwards, and their source retrace. Do thou, who canst such wonders work, Now from thy throne in heaven deign To listen to our suppliant prayers, That we may answering help obtain. O Trinity forever One, O Unity forever Trine, That we may gain eternal joys, To Cantius' prayer Thine ear incline.