Spirituique proinde sacro,
Qui Deus unus et omnipotens
Hanc nostri faciat memorem.
Fair as the morn in the deep blushing East,
Dawns the bright day of Saint Agatha’s feast;
Christ who has borne her from labor to rest,
Crowns her as Virgin and Martyr most blest.
Noble by birth and of beautiful face,
Richer by far in her deeds and her grace,
Earth’s fleeting honors and gains she despised,