Inno e Marcia Pontificale

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Hymn and Pontifical March (Inno e Marcia Pontificale) is the national anthem of the Vatican City. It was adopted in 1950.

Latin words[change | change source]

O Roma felix - O Roma nobilis.
Sedes es Petri, qui Romae effudit sanguinem,
Petri, cui claves datae sunt regni caelorum.
Pontifex, Tu successor es Petri;
Pontifex, Tu magister es tuos confirmas fratres;
Pontifex, Tu qui Servus servorum Dei,
hominumque piscator, pastor es gregis,
ligans caelum et terram.
Pontifex, Tu Christi es vicarius super terram,
rupes inter fluctus, Tu es pharus in tenebris;
Tu pacis es vindex, Tu es unitatis custos,
vigil libertatis defensor; in Te potestas.
Tu Pontifex, firma es petra, et super petram hanc
aedificata est Ecclesia Dei.
O felix Roma - O Roma nobilis.

Ancient latin Words[change | change source]

(Evaristo D'Anversa)

Roma, alma parens, Sanctorum Martyrumque,
Nobile carmen, te decete, sonorumque,
Gloria in excelsis, paternae maiestati
Pax et in terra fraternae caritati
Ad te clamamus, Angelicum pastorem:
Quam vere refers, Tu mitem Redemptorem!
Magister Sanctum, custodis dogma Christi,
Quod unun vitae, solamen datur isti.
Non praevalebunt horrendae portae infernae,
Sed vis amoris veritatisque aeternae.
Salve, Roma!
In te aeterna stat historia,
Inclyta, fulgent gloria
Monumenta tot et arae.
Roma Petri et Pauli,
Cunctis mater tu redemptis,
Lumen cunctae in facie gentis
Mundique sola spes!
Salve, Roma!
Cuius lux occasum nescit,
Splendet, incandescit,
Et iniquo oppilat os.
Pater Beatissime,
Annos Petri attinge, excede
Unum, quaesumus, concede:
Tu nobis benedic.

English translation[change | change source]

[Hymn]
O Rome immortal, city of martyrs and saints,
O immortal Rome, accept our praises.
Glory in the heavens to God our Lord
And peace to men who love Christ!

To you we come, angelic Pastor,
In you we see the gentle Redeemer.
You are the holy heir of our Faith,
You are the comfort and the refuge of
Those who believe and fight.

Force and terror will not prevail,
But truth and love will reign.

[Pontifical March]
Hail, O Rome,
Eternal adobe of memories;
A thousand palms and a thousand altars
Sing your praises.

O city of the Apostles,
Mother and guide of the elect,
Light of the nations,
And hope of the world!

Hail, O Rome!
Your light will never fade;
The splendour of your beauty
Disperses hatred and shame.

O city of the Apostles,
Mother and guide of the elect,
Light of the nations,
And hope of the world!