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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.

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,

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Arbor decora, et fulgida,

Ornata regis purpura,

Electa digno stipite

Tam sancta membra tan

gere.

Beata, cujus brachiis,

Pretium pependit sæculi,

Statera facta corporis,
Tulitque prædam tartari.

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
body shine,
Supporting members so
divine.

The world's blest balance
thou wast made.
Thy happy beams its pur-
chase weigh'd,
And bore his limbs, who
snatch'd away
Devouring hell's expect-
ing prey.

Hail, Cross, our hope'
to thee we call,
Who keep this mournful
festival.

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.
Amen.

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.
STABAT MATER.

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
redeeming wood

The most afflicted Mother
stood,
Mingling her tears with
her Son's blood.
As that flow'd down
from ev'ry part,
Of all his wounds she felt

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

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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

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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

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