Monday, October 4, 2021

Our Lady of the Rosary

 









This feast has a rich hymnography in English as well as Latin. If you use the LH:

No 1st Vespers
Lauds: Te gestientem gaudis
Office of Readings: Quem terra, pontus
Vespers: Ave, maris stella

Vespers I:


This hymn is used for I Vespers on the Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary/Our Lady of Victory in the Extraordinary Form.

Cælestis aulæ nuntius,
Arcana pandens Numinis,
Plenam salutat gratia
Dei Parentem Virginem.

Virgo propinquam sanguine
Matrem Ioannis visitat,
Qui clausus alvo gestiens
Adesse Christum nuntiat.

Verbum, quod ante sæcula
E mente Patris prodiit,
E Matris alvo Virginis
Mortalis Infans, nascitur.

Templo puellus sistitur,
Legique paret Legifer
Hic se Redemptor paupere
Pretio redemptus immolat.

Quem iam dolebat perditum,
Mox læta Mater invenit
Ignota doctis mentibus
Edisserentem Filium.

Iesu, tibi sit gloria,
Qui natus es de Virgine,
Cum Patre et Sancto* Spiritu,
In sempiterna sæcula. Amen.

The Messenger from God’s high throne
His secret counsel making known
Hails Mary, child of David’s race,
God’s Virgin Mother, full of grace.

The Mother-Maid with joyous feet
Her friend, John’s mother, goes to greet;
He, stirring in the enclosing womb,
Declares that Christ his Lord has come.

The Word, who ere the worlds began,
From God the Father’s thought forth ran,
Of Mary, Virgin undefiled,
For us is born a mortal child.

Christ to the Temple courts they bring;
The King’s own law subjects the King;
The world’s Redeemer for a price
Is there redeemed, our sacrifice.

The joyful Mother finds once more
The Son she mourned as lost before;
While doctors by His speech were shown
The mysteries they had never known.

To God the Three in One be praise,
Who through these holy mysteries;
Grants grace to those who seek in prayer,
The glory of His bliss to share.

This hymn is used for Lauds on the Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary/Our Lady of Victory in the Extraordinary Form.

Iam morte, victor, obruta
Ab inferis Christus redit,
Fractisque culpæ vinculis,
Cæli recludit limina.

Visus satis mortalibus
Ascendit ad cælestia,
Dexteræque Patris assidet
Consors paternæ gloriæ.

Quem iam suis promiserat,
Sanctum daturus Spiritum,
Linguis amoris igneis
Mœstis alumnis impluit.

Soluta carnis pondere
Ad astra Virgo tollitur,
Excepta caeli iubilo,
Et angelorum canticis.

Bis sena cingunt sidera
Almæ parentis verticem:
Throno propinqua Filii
Cunctis creatis imperat.

Iesu, tibi sit gloria,
Qui natus es de Vírgine,
Cum Patre et almo Spíritu,
In sempiterna sæcula. Amen.

Now Christ, the Conqueror of death,
Breaks sin’s enslaving chain,
And rising from the tomb returns,
And opens heaven again.

Awhile beheld by mortal men,
He rises from their sight;
Ascending to the Father’s throne,
He reigns in equal light.

His promised gift unto His own
He sends forth from above,
And rains the Holy Spirit down
In fiery tongues of love.

The Virgin, freed of mortal weight,
Is borne than stars yet higher,
And with glad melody is hailed
By each Angelic choir.

Our Mother’s gentle brow now shines
With crown in starry sheen,
As nigh her Son, in light enthroned,
She reigns creation’s Queen.

O Jesu, born of Virgin bright,
All glory be to Thee,
With Father and with Paraclete,
Through all eternity.

Previously used at Second Vespers


Fr. Thomas A. Ricchini, O.P. (1695-1779)

Te gestiéntem gáudiis,

te sáuciam dolóribus,

te iugi amíctam glória,

o Virgo Mater, pángimus.



Ave, redúndans gáudio

dum cóncipis, dum vísitas,

et edis, offers, ínvenis,

mater Beáta, Fílium.



Ave, dolens et íntimo

in corde agónem, vérbera,

spinas crucémque Fílii

perpéssa, princeps mártyrum.



Ave, in triúmphis Fílii,

in ígnibus Parácliti,

in regni honóre et lúmine

regína fulgens glória.



Veníte, gentes, cárpite

ex his rosas mystériis

et pulchri amóris ínclitæ

matri corónas néctite.



Iesu, tibi sit glória,

qui natus es de Vírgine,

cum Patre et almo Spíritu,

in sempitérna sǽcula. Amen.




O Virgin Mother, we sing of you:
Bearing joys,
Wounded by sorrows,
Clothed with eternal glory.


Hail! Blessed Mother,
Overflowing with joy,
While you conceived, visited,
Fed, offered, and found the Son.


Hail Queen of Martyrs, suffering too within
In agony of heart, the blows,
the thorns and the Cross of your Son
you endured.


Hail, in the victories of your Son,
In the fires of the Paraclete,
In the kingdom
The Queen bright with honor, light
and glory.


Come, you nations, pluck
Roses from these mysteries
And wreath crowns
For the glorious Mother of fair love.

Jesus, to you be glory,
You, who were born of the Virgin,
With the Father and nourishing Spirit,
For eternal ages. Amen.


From the Monastic Diurnal: Winfred Douglas?

THY joys exultant we relate,
Thy wounding sorrows celebrate;
Thy glory, robed in endless light,
We sing, 0 Virgin Mother bright.

Hail, joyous Mother, blest indeed
When thou conceivedst, and in need
Didst visit; and thy Son for men
Didst bear, present,and find again.

Hail, first of martyrs; in thy pure
And anguished heart, thou didst endure
The agony, the scourge, the thorn,
The bitter Cross thy Son hath borne.

Hail, shining Queen, in triumphs won
Forever by thy glorious Son,
Who sent in flame the Holy Ghost,
Who throned thee o'er the heavenly host.

Come, all ye nations, from this vine
Of mysteries the roses twine
In garlands for your Queen above,
The glorious Mother of fair love.

Praise to the Holy Trinity,
Whose grace, bestowed on them that pray,
Leads by each sacred Mystery
To brightness of eternal day. Amen.

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