Christe, redemptor omnium,
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Patre, Patris Unice,
O Christ, Redeemer of all, the Father’s only Son,
alone begotten ineffably before world began. You the light and splendor of the
Father, You the eternal hope of all men, attend to the prayers which thy
servants pour forth in all the world. Remember, O Author of our salvation, that
once you took the form of our body and were born from the spotless Virgin. This
present day gives witness in the passing cycle of the year that you alone came
from the throne of the Father as the salvation of the world. Him sky, earth, Him sea, Him all that is in
them praise , exulting in song the coming of their creator. We too, who have
been redeemed by your holy blood, on the day of your birth together sing a new
hymn.
Loving Splendor of eternal Divinity, O Christ, you
come as light, pardon and life, healing the sickness of men, the gate of
salvation. O earth the choir of angels
thunder a heavenly song, proclaiming a new age, glory to the Father and the joy
of peace to our race. You who lie but a baby rule the world, the fruit of the
holy Virgin without sin, O Christ, ever-loved, now you rule all the world. You are born to giver us heaven as our
fatherland, one of us, made our flesh, lead our hearts with chains of love.
Behold our assembly rejoicing sings gladly with the angels a canticle of praise
to the Father with you, O Christ, and equally to the Spirit, the Bond of Love.
Amen.
Or Christe, redémptor ómnium (as in the Monastic
Breviary) for those who are not fans of Dom Anselmo.
From the point of the rising sun to the end of the
earth we sing of the Christ the Prince born of the Virgin Mary. The blessed
Maker of the world took our servile body that delivering flesh by flesh that
what he had created would not be destroyed. Heavenly grace enters and is
enclosed within the womb of his Mother; the girl’s stomach bears mysteries
which does not understand. The home of a pure heart suddenly becomes the temple
of God; she untouched and knowing not man, conceived the Son by a word. She
brought forth by human birth him, whom Gabriel had foretold, the one whom John
enclosed in his mother’s womb leaping for joy acknowledged. The child endured
the bed of hay, he did not abhor the manger and he, who lets not the birds
hunger is feed with a little milk. The
choir of heavenly beings rejoice and angels sing to God and before the
shepherds there is the Shepherd, the Creator of all.
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