When the Office of
Readings is said in the daytime: The Venerable Bede
Adésto,
Christe, córdibus,
celsa
redémptis cáritas;
infúnde
nostris férvidos
fletus,
rogámus, vócibus.
Ad
te preces, piíssime
Iesu,
fide profúndimus;
dimítte,
Christe, quæsumus,
factis
malum quod fécimus.
Sanctæ
crucis signáculo,
tuo
sacráto córpore,
defénde
nos ut fílios
omnes,
rogámus, úndique.
O Christ, the heavenly love which redeems, be
present in our hearts; fill our voices, we pray, with fervent tears. Most holy
Jesus, to you we faithfully pour forth prayers; forgive, O Christ, we beseech
you, the evil deeds we have done. By the sign of the holy Cross, by your sacred
body, we ask, defend us all as sons in every circumstance.
Lauds: The 7th-8th
Century: originally an alphabetic
hymn, though this device is not preserved in any breviary—Fr. Connelly
Ætérna
cæli glória,
beáta
spes mortálium,
celsi
Paréntis Unice
castæque
proles Vírginis,
Da
déxteram surgéntibus,
exsúrgat
et mens sóbria
flagrans
et in laudem Dei
grates
repéndat débitas.
Ortus
refúlget lúcifer
ipsámque
lucem núntiat,
cadit
calígo nóctium,
lux
sancta nos illúminet,
Manénsque
nostris sénsibus
noctem
repéllat sæculi
omníque
fine témporis
purgáta
servet péctora.
Quæsíta
iam primum fides
radícet
altis sénsibus,
secúnda
spes congáudeat;
tunc
maior exstat cáritas.
Eternal
glory of heaven, blest hope of mortal men, Only-begotten of the Father,
offspring of a chaste Virgin: give your right hand to those who are rising, let
a sober mind arise, anxious to praise God and give him the thanks he is due.
The morning star rising and shining announces the Light himself, the cloud of
night falls, may holy light shine upon us. Abiding upon our senses may this
light drive away the night of the world and until the end of time purify and
preserve our hearts. Seek first the faith which is rooted in our minds; second
let hope rejoice; then stands love, the greater virtue.
John Mason Neale
Eternal
Glory of the sky,
Blest
Hope of frail humanity,
The
Father’s sole begotten One,
Yet
born a spotless virgin’s Son!
Uplift
us with Thine arm of might,
And
let our hearts rise pure and bright,
And,
ardent in God’s praises, pay
The
thanks we owe him every day.
The
day-star’s rays are glittering clear,
And
tell that day itself is near:
The
shadows of the night depart;
Thou,
holy Light, illume the heart!
Within
our senses ever dwell,
And
worldly darkness thence expel;
Long
as the days of life endure,
Preserve
our souls devout and pure.
The
faith that first must be possessed,
Root
deep within our inmost breast;
And
joyous hope in second place,
Then
charity, Thy greatest grace.
All
laud to God the Father be,
All
praise, eternal Son, to Thee;
All
glory, as is ever meet,
To
God the holy Paraclete.
Vespers: St. Gregory the
Great ?
Plasmátor
hóminis, Deus,
qui,
cuncta solus órdinans,
humum
iubes prodúcere
reptántis
et feræ genus;
Qui
magna rerum córpora,
dictu
iubéntis vívida,
ut
sérviant per órdinem
subdens
dedísti hómini:
Repélle
a servis tuis
quicquid
per immundítiam
aut
móribus se súggerit,
aut
áctibus se intérserit.
Da
gaudiórum præmia,
da
gratiárum múnera;
dissólve
litis víncula,
astrínge
pacis fœdera.
O God, the fashioner of man, who alone orders
all things, you command the earth to bring forth creeping things and wild
beasts. By word of your command the huge animals have life that you might
subdue and give them to man to serve him according to their order. Drive from
your servants whatever is unclean, which either seduces our minds or inserts itself
in our actions, grant the rewards of gladness, give the gift of grace, loosen
the chains of strife, strengthen the bonds of peace.
John David Chambers
(1805-1893)
MAKER
of man, who from Thy throne
dost order all things, God alone; by whose decree the teeming earth to reptile and to beast gave birth: |
The
mighty forms that fill the land,
instinct with life at Thy command, are given subdued to humankind for service in their rank assigned. |
From
all Thy servants drive away
whate'er of thought impure to-day hath been with open action blent, or mingled with the heart's intent. |
In
heaven Thine endless joys bestow,
and grant Thy gifts of grace below; from chains of strife our souls release, bind fast the gentle bands of peace. |
Grant
this, O Father, ever One
with Christ, Thy sole-begotten Son, Whom, with the Spirit we adore, one God, both now and evermore. |
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