Christe, graves hominum semper miserate labores, qui patria virtute cluis propriaque, sed una, (unum namque Deum colimus de nomine utroque, non tamen et solum, quia tu Deus ex Patre,Christe,) dissere, rex noster, quo milite pellere culpas mens armata queat nostri de pectoris antro, exoritur quotiens turbatis sensibus intus seditio atque animam morborum rixa fatigat, quod tunc praesidium pro libertate tuenda quaeve acies furiis inter praecordia mixtis obsistat meliore manu.
Christ, who hast ever had compassion on the heavy distresses of men, who art glorious in renown for thy Fathers power and thine own'but one power, for it is one God that we worship under the two names; yet not merely one, since Thou, O Christ, art God born of the Father'say, our King, with what fighting force the soul is furnished and enabled to expel the sins from within our breast; when there is disorder among our thoughts and rebellion arises within us, when the strife of our evil passions vexes the spirit, say what help there is then to guard her liberty, what array with superior force withstands the fiendish raging in our heart.
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