A timely Office Hymn

Overnight, there was a terrorist attack at a mosque in Quebec resulting in the death of at least six people. The victims were all Muslims.

One man, a young Quebecois, has been arrested and charged.

May God, in his infinite mercy, grant peace to those who sincerely tried, in spite of the falsity of the corrupted belief system that they followed, to seek Him.

Of course, leftists in Canada and elsewhere are blaming the President of the United States, Donald J. Trump for the attack. One person, a Quebecois, has been arrested. His motives, at this point, are undetermined, but of course, he liked Donald Trump on Facebook.

We also hear the usual bleating from the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops, the very pretty Father Edward Beck, James Martin, Daniel Horan and the usual crows of Marxist Priests on who evil the President's actions are and how it is our Christian duty to bring every one of the world's suffering in to our lands.

Not true. They are Marxists and globalists, they are not Catholic.

And nobody has right to enter another country. People have a right to dwell in safety and security in their lands.

Today, in Lauds of the Divine Office we find the following hymn.

Tu natale solum protege, tu bonae

Da pacis requiem Christiadum plagis

Armorum strepitus, et fera praelia

In fines age Thracios.

Et regum socians agmina sub crucis

Vexillo, Solymas nexibus exime,

Vindexque innocui sanguinis hosticum

Robur funditus erue.

Tu nostrum columen, tu decus inclytum,

Nostrarum obsequium respice mentium;

Romae vota libens excipe, quae pio

Te ritu canit, et colit.

A nobis abigas lubrica gaudia

Tu, qui Martyribus dexter ades, Deus

Une et Trine: tuis da famulis jubar,

Quo clemens animos beas.

Amen.

Be thou the guardian of thy native land,

And to all Christian nations grant repose

From din of arms, and every hostile band—

From all our borders drive away our foes.

Bid Christian princes marshal all their force

Beneath the sacred standard of the Rood,

To avenge sweet Salem's sacrilegious loss,

And crush the Paynim red with guiltless blood.

On thee our hopes are built, as on a tower;

Receive the homage we now humbly pay,

The vows which Rome accomplishes this hour,

With pious rites, and canticles' sweet lay.

Keep far from us all dangerous delight,

O God, who comfortest thy Martyrs' pain;

One God in Persons Three, bestow thy light

Wherewith Thou makest strong thy Martyrs slain.

Amen.

You can sing it to the tune, "Woodlands," (Tell Out My Soul)

Oh, in case you are wondering what "Paynim" means, click here.