Immaculate Conception
All
humanity, in all the splendor of its immaculate nobility, receives its former
beauty. The shame of sin had obscured the splendor and charm of human nature.
But when the Mother of the One who is Beauty par excellence is born, this
nature recovers in its person its old privileges and is formed according to a
perfect model and truly worthy of God ... Today begins the reform of our nature
and the aged world, submitted to a completely divine transformation, receives
the first fruits of the second creation. - Saint Andrew of Crete, Sermon I on
the Nativity of Mary.
1. Innuba this line read originally intacta
mater numinis; innuba ‘unmarried’
is a much weaker word than intacta but
probably what is rejected here is the classicalism in the mode of Urban VIII.
2. rubeta thorns, the red unripe fruit of bramble bushes.
3. Canticle of Canticles
2.10, 5.2.
4. The tower of David, Cant.
4.4.
5. ‘a welcome star to the
shipwrecked’.
Glorious guardian of virgins, pure Mother of God,
door of the heavenly courts, our Hope, the joy of heaven. Lily among thorns, most beautiful dove, a
branch springing from the rod of Jesse, the cure for our wound. Tower impervious
to the dragon, friendly star to the shipwrecked, defend us from deceit, and
direct us by your light. Dispel the shadows of darkness, remove the treacherous
shoals, in the midst of so many waves show to the lost a safe path. You who
alone shine brightly, free from the fall of our origin; an illustrious
vindicator you escape the envious arts of the serpent. Glory to the Father and to the Paraclete and
to your Son, who granted you the grace of a singular holiness. Amen.
1. Original: intacta mater
numinis; 2. Sontes: sons, guilty; 3. nescia: free from; 4.
Original: et sola gloriam refers; 5. labentes: those who totter,
waver;
Mother of God most pure, we sing your praise;
kindly return our lauds with your grace. Sinners, the offspring of the posterity of Adam, are brought
forth corrupted; you alone are believed to know no fall of this father. The
head of the envious dragon you crushed under your feet and you alone have the
glory of an uncontaminated beginning. The honor of our race who took away the
shame of Eve: watch over us who pray to you and raise up those of us who have
fallen. Powerfully blunt the wiles and attacks of the ancient serpent that
through you we may enjoy the eternal happiness of heaven. Glory to the Father
and to the Paraclete and to your Son, who granted you the grace of a singular
holiness. Amen.
There is a new joy in striking up a song of
thanks, when the Virgin Mother of God first begins her life. Mary, the glory of
the world, the daughter of eternal light, your Son completely preserved you
within from any fall. The original stain
has fallen on every generation; Only you with your Son are said to have never
contracted sin. Gentle and humble dove, lacking the bitterness of sin, a sign
of God’s mercy, bearing the branch of flourishing grace. Glory to the Father and to the Paraclete and
to your Son, who granted you the grace of a singular holiness. Amen.
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