Full in the panting heart of Rome,\nBeneath the Apostle’s crowning dome,\nFrom pilgrims’ lips that kiss the ground,\nBreathes in all tongues one only sound.\n“God bless our Pope, the great, the good.”\n2. The golden roof, the marble walls,\nThe Vatican’s majestic halls,\nThe note redouble, till it fills\nWith echoes sweet the seven hills.\n“God bless our Pope, the great, the good.”\n3. The surging through each hallowed gate,\nWhere martyrs glory, in peace, await,\nIt sweeps beyond the solemn plain,\nPeals over Alps, across the main.\n“God bless our Pope, the great, the good.”\n4. From torrid south to frozen north,\nThat wave harmonious stretches forth,\nYet strikes no chord more true to Rome’s,\nThan rings within our hearts and homes.\n“God bless our Pope, the great, the good.”\n5. For like the sparks of unseen fire,\nThat speak along the magic wire,\nFrom home to home, from heart to heart,\nThese words of countless children dart.\n“God bless our Pope, the great, the good.”