Friday: Weeks I & III: Tears, Sign of the Cross, Faith, Hope, Love, and Creeping Things

 

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 7^th-8^th 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.