Hymns of the Early Church: being translations from the poetry of the Latin church, arranged in the order of the Christian year — John Shaqi
Hymns of the Early Church: being translations from the poetry of the Latin church, arranged in the order of the Christian yearBrownlie, John
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Hymns of the Early Church: being translations from the poetry of the Latin church, arranged in the order of the Christian year
Brownlie, John
Hymns, Latin -- Translations into English
To Thee be highest honours paid,
O Christ, who wast by man betrayed,
Who on the cross of anguish sore
Didst die, that we might die no more.
(AD TERTIAM)
(_Hora qui ductus tertia_)
IV
O Christ, who in that hour of dread
Forth as a sacrifice wast led;
Who, to retrieve our grievous loss,
Didst bear the burden of the cross.
V
O may Thy Love our hearts inflame;
Be Thy pure life our constant aim;
That we may win the heavenly rest,
And share the glories of the blest.
VI
To Thee be highest honours paid,
O Christ, who wast by man betrayed;
Who on the cross of anguish sore
Didst die, that we might die no more.
(AD SEXTAM)
(_Crucem pro nobis subiit_)
VII
For us the cruel cross He bare,
Endured the thirst while hanging there—
O Jesus! Thou hast anguish borne,
Thy hands and feet with nails were torn.
VIII
Honour and blessing be to Thee,
O Christ, who hung upon the tree,
Who, by the offering of Thy grace,
Didst save from death our fallen race.
(AD NONAM)
(_Beata Christi passio_)
IX
Thy blessed Passion, Christ, be ours,
To set us free from Satan’s powers;
To aid our fainting souls to rise
To joys prepared in Paradise.
X
To Christ the Lord all glory be,
Who, hanging on the shameful tree,
Gave up His life with bitter cry,
And saved a world prepared to die.
XI
To Thee be highest honours paid,
O Christ, who wast by man betrayed,
Who, on the cross of anguish sore,
Didst die, that we might die no more.
(AD COMPLETORIUM)
(_Qui jacuisti mortuus_)
XII
O spotless King, who shared its gloom,
And lay at peace within the tomb,
Teach us to find our rest in Thee,
And sing Thy praise eternally.
XIII
Come to our help, O Lord, who gave
Thy precious blood our souls to save;
Lead us to Thine eternal peace,
Whose sweetest joys shall never cease.
_Easter_
FINITA JAM SUNT PRÆLIA
Of unknown date and authorship. It has not been traced further back
than the _Hymnodia Sacra_, Munster, 1753.
I
Alleluia! Alleluia!
The din of battle now is dead,
And glory crowns the Victor’s head;
Let mirth abound,
And songs resound—Alleluia!
II
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