Confer medelam langui- To our sick souls a re dis. Concede nostrum con teri Corpus per abstinentiam; Culpæ ut relinquant pabu lum Jejuna corda criminum. Præsta beata Trinitas, Concede simplex Unitas; Ut fructuosa sint tuis Jejuniorum munera. Amen. V. Angelis suis Deus mandavit de te. R. Ut custodiant te in omnibus viis tuis. medy. May saving fasts ob serv'd this Lent, Become the body's punishment; That sin may thus unfed remain, And th' heart from guilt thereof abstain. Grant, O most sacred Trinity, Grant, O most perfect Unity, That this our solemn abstinence May fruitful prove to mind and sense. Amen. V. God has given his angels a charge over thee. R. To guard thee in all thy ways. For Passion Sunday. VEXILLA regis prodeunt! Fulget crucis mysterium, Qui vita mortem pertulit, Et morte vitam protulit. Quæ vulnerata lanceæ Mucrone diro, criminum, Ut nos lavaret sordibus, BEHOLD the royal ensigns fly, Bearing the cross's mystery; Where life itself did death endure, And by that death did life procure. A cruel spear let out a flood Of water mixed with saving blood; Which gushing from our Saviour's side, Arbor decora, et fulgida, Ornata regis purpura, Electa digno stipite Tam sancta membra tan gere. Beata, cujus brachiis, Pretium pependit sæculi, Statera facta corporis, O Crux ave spes unica, Hoc passionis tempore. Drown'd our offences is the tide. The mystery we now unfold, Which David's faithful verse foretold Of our Lord's kingdom, whilst we see God ruling nations from a tree. O lovely tree, whose branches wore The royal purple of his gore; How glorious does thy The world's blest balance Hail, Cross, our hope' On the Finding of the Cross, is said, * Paschale quæ fers gaudium. *Now in this joyful Paschal time And on the Exaltation of the Cross. * In hac triumphi glo ria, Piis adauge gratiam, * In this triumphan festival, Grant to the just increase of grace, Reisque dele crimina. Te, fons salutis Trini tas, Collaudet omnis spiritus: Quibus crucis victoriam Largiris adde præmium. V. Eripe me, Domine, ab homine malo. me R. A viro iniquo eripe And every sinner's crimes efface. Blest Trinity, we praises sing To thee, from whom all graces spring: Celestial crowns on those bestow, Who conquer'd by the cross below. Amen. V. Deliver me, O Lord, from the wicked man. R. From the unjust man deliver me. The Plaint of the Blessed Virgin. STAPAT mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa Dum pendebat filius. Cujus animam gemen tem Contristatam et dolentem Pertransivit gladius. O quam tristis et afflicta, Fuit illa benedicta Mater unigeniti. Quæ merebat, et dolebat, BENEATH the world's The most afflicted Mother the smart, What pierc'd his body pierc'd her heart. Who can with tearless eyes look on, When such a Mother, such a Son, Wounded and gasping, does bemoan! O worse than Jewish heart, that could, Et tremeba', cum videbat Unmov'd, behold the dou ble flood Nati pœnas inclyti. Quis est homo, qui non fleret, Christi matrem si videret In tanto supplicio ? Quis posset non contristari, Piam matrem contemplari Dolentem cum filio? Pro peccatis suæ gentis Vidit Jesum in tormentis, Et flagellis subditum. Vidit suum dulcem natum Morientem, desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum. Eia mater fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris Fac ut tecum lugeam. Fac ut ardeat cor meum, In amando Christum De um, Ut sibi complaceam. Sancta mater istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas Alas! our sins, they were not his In this atoning sacrifice, For which he bleeds, for which he dies. When graves were open'd, rocks were rent, When nature and each element His torments and her grief resent: Shall man, the cause of all his pain And all his grief, shall sinful man Alone insensible remain? Ah, pious mother, teach my heart, Of sighs and tears the holy art, And in thy grief to bear a part. The sword of grief, which did pass through Thy very soul, O may it Cordi meo valide. Tui nati vulnerati, All flesh's corrupt without their brine. Refuge of sinners, grant that we Tam dignati pro me pati May tread thy steps, and Pœnas mecum divide. Fac me vere tecum flere, Crucifixo condolere, Donec ego vixero. Juxta crucem tecum stare, Te libenter sociare, In planctu desidero. Virgo virginum præclara, Mihi jam non sis amara, Fac mne tecum plangere. Fac ut portem Christi mortem, Passionis fac consortem, Et plagas recolere. Fac me plagis vulnerari, Cruce hac inebriari, Ob amorem filii let it be Our sorrow not to grieve like thee. O may the wounds of thy dear Son Our contrite hearts possess alone, And all terrene affections drown. Those wounds, which now the stars outshine, Those furnaces of love divine, May they our drossy souls refine; And on us such impres sions make, That we of suff'ring for his sake May joyfully our portion take. Let us his proper badge put on, Let's glory in the cross alone, By which he marks us for |