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"And I beheld, and heard the voice of one eagle flying through the midst of heaven,
saying with a loud voice: Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth....
[Apocalypse (Revelation) 8:13]

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Breviary Hymn- Lauds (April 12th)

(See Comments section for English Translation)

Lustra sex qui jam perégit,
Tempus implens córporis,
Sponte líbera Redémptor
Passióni déditus,
Agnus in Crucis levátur
Immolándus stípite.

Felle potus ecce languet:
Spina, clavi, láncea
Mite corpus perforárunt:
Unda manat, et cruor:
Terra, pontus, astra, mundus,
Quo lavántur flúmine !

Crux fidélis, inter omnes
Arbor una nóbilis:
Silva talem nulla profert
Fronde, flore, gérmine:
Dulce ferrum, dulce lignum,
Dulce pondus sústinent.

Flecte ramos, arbor alta,
Tensa laxa víscera,
Et rigor lentéscat ille,
Quem dedit natívitas;
Et supérni membra Regis
Tende miti stípite.

Sola digna tu fuísti
Ferre mundi víctimam;
Atque portum præparáre
Arca mundo náufrago,
Quam sacer cruor perúnxit,
Fusus Agni córpore.

Sempitérna sit beátæ
Trinitáti glória,
Æqua Patri, Filióque;
Par decus Paráclito:
Uníus Triníque nomen
Laudet univérsitas.  Amen.


1 comment:

  1. Thirty years among us dwelling,
    His appointed time fulfilled,
    Born for this, he meets his Passion,
    For that this he freely willed:
    On the Cross the Lamb is lifted,
    Where his life-Blood shall be spilled.

    He endured the nails, the spitting,
    Vinegar, and spear, and reed:
    From that holy Body broken
    Blood and Water forth proceed:
    Earth, and stars, and sky, and ocean,
    By that flood from stain are freed.

    Faithful Cross! above all other,
    One and only noble Tree;
    None in foliage, none in blossom,
    None in fruit thy peer may be:
    Sweetest wood, and sweetest iron,
    Sweetest weight is hung on thee.

    Bend thy boughs, O Tree of glory,
    Thy relaxing sinews bend:
    For awhile the ancient rigour
    That thy birth bestowed, suspend:
    And the King of heavenly beauty
    On thy bosom gently tend.

    Thou alone wast counted worthy
    This world's ransom to sustain,
    That a shipwrecked race for ever
    Might a port of refuge gain:
    With the sacred Blood anointed
    Of the Lamb for sinners slain.

    To the Trinity be glory
    Everlasting, as is meet:
    Equal to the Father, equal
    To the Son, and Paraclete:
    Trinal Unity, whose praises
    All created things repeat. Amen.

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