Venam fontis aperi mater pietatis
ut qui sumus miseri, mersi in peccatis,
consequamur veniam, et da prece pia
veram penitentiam dum sumus in via.

Quid agemus miseri opem si negabis?
Heu, perimus perditi te dum elongabis.
Nescit tua pietas succursum negare
illis quos humilitas cogit postulare.

O immensa bonitas matris salvatoris,
o magna securitas pii petitoris.
Haec vota petentium solet praevenire
atque penitentium luctus delinire.

Jesu serva servulus tuae piae matris
quos a labe liberos in conspectu Patris,
dones frui gloria tantae maiestatis
quo regnas in saecula regno claritatis.

Contratenor: Christi miles inclite,
Georgi sanctissime,
qui es decus militum.

Caelum nunc inhabitas,
ubi tua sanctitas,
choro fulget martirum.

Quidquid tu oraveris
impetrare poteris
propter tua meritum.

Regnum serves Angliae,
que non ruat misere,
nostra per demerita.

Matris totius gratiae,
instes tu clementiae,
ferat ut auxilium.

Terram suam protegat,
regemque custodiat
ab incursu hostium.

Virgo decus virginum,
regi sis refugium,
quem serves ab hostibus.

Quidquid vis ut faciat,
semper tibi placeat,
in ipsius actibus.

O columne aureae,
pacem veram poscite,
nostris in temporibus.

Date seu victoriam,
et post mortem gloriam
regnis in caelestibus.

Tenor: Ab inimicis nostris defende nos, Christe.

Open the channel of the source, mother of piety,
that we who are sinners, immersed in wrongdoing,
may attain your favour, and at our holy prayer may you bestow
true penitence, while we are on our way.

What shall we sinners do if you deny us hope?
Alas, we die wretched so long as you remain far from us.
Your tenderness knows not how to refuse to come to the aid
of those whom humility impels to pray for it.

O infinite goodness of the Saviour’s mother,
O profound reassurance of the devout petitioner.
She is accustomed to foresee these our prayers
and to limit the grief of those who are penitent.

Jesus, watch over the servants of your holy mother
whom, freed from all stain in the sight of the Father,
you may grant to delight in the glory of that majesty,
as in the kingdom of radiance you reign for ever.

Renowned soldier of Christ,
most holy George,
you who are the glory of soldiers.

You dwell now in heaven,
where your sanctity is resplendent
amid the chorus of martyrs.

Whatever you pray for
you will be able to accomplish
by your merit.

May you watch over the realm of England,
that it may not founder wretchedly
because of our unworthiness.

May you entreat mercy
from the mother of all grace,
that she may bring us aid.

That she may protect the realm
and preserve the king
from the assaults of his enemies.

Virgin, splendour of virgins,
may you be a refuge for the king,
and protect him from his enemies.

Whatever you would desire him to do,
may he be always pleasing to you
in all his deeds.

O golden pillars, [= St George and Mary]
demand true peace
in our time.

Or grant us victory,
and after death glory
in the heavenly kingdom.

Christ, defend us from our enemies.