Triplum
 According to custom, let us sing to St James the Greater,
 The ornament of the highest rank, o faithful people.
 May fate that goes with you be kind to you.
 Go out, praises, to the patron of mankind!.

 His brother too, in all ways his equal, saw with him
 The so-changed appearance of Christ1;
 Like Peter he followed the master
 Freely, chosen to become his disciple.

 The Pharisee, enemy of the law received [from God],
 Heard the ringing voice of James
 Moving his heart within him by its inspiration;
 Converted he washed his face with tears.

 Bound by a previously-submissive crowd2
 When a sorcerer hoped to tie up James,
 He coverted the madness of his raging into penance
 And at last rejected the misused magic.

Motetus
 The wretched, shut away by great arts,
 Who trusted so greatly in deserving James,
 Leapt towards the open ground, their chains broken,
 And were amazed.

 The deep tiredness of many years' paralysis
 Set aside its rigidity at the saint's summons.
 As the attendant recognised Christ's servant
 He set him free, venerating the bound man.
 You saved the son, trapped in unjust bonds, 
 For his father.
 We beg you as our leader,
 That the traveller should not now fear to die by violence,
 And unharmed should regain his own household!

 Strong guardian of body and soul,
 Do good to us all and with your holy staff
 Remove war from our lands.
 And you yourself, now protect Robert entirely!