Jonah stayed when he was flying— This true Jonah signifying— Marks a day when safe, through dying, Christ from depth of earth arose. Now the cypress blossom brightens, Now the cluster spreads and heightens, Now the churchly lily whitens, Waving over Jewish foes. Death and life together striving Hinder not the Christ reviving, And with him are saints deriving Resurrection through his blood. Morning new and full of gladness, How it cheers our every sadness; God hath conquered Satan’s madness In this time of joy and good! Jesus, victor, who hast given Life; our Only Way to heaven; Who by death our death hast shriven, Bid us to thy feast, nay, even Grant us faith with which to come. Living bread, fount unabated, Vine of truth, with fruit unsated, Feed thou us thy new-created, That from death reanimated By thy grace we gain our home! PLAUSU CHORUS LAETEBUNDE. (Translated by Dr. A. R. Thompson.) With abounding joy applauding, Now, the men our songs are lauding, Who rung out the gospel sound. Like the sun’s outstreaming glory Chasing night away, their story Carries life the world around. For his flock the Shepherd careth, And his law for them prepareth, In a fourfold gift of love. All the world shall know the healing Of his law of life, revealing Strength and beauty from above. Toward the truth, complete in splendor, Each a service has to render, Given to him specially. This is shown from forms created, As it were anticipated In a vivid prophecy. Piercing through the clouds low lying, John, upon an eagle flying, Looks the very sun upon. Rising to the height of heaven, In the Father’s bosom even, He beholds the Eternal One. Face and form of man betoken Matthew, for by him are spoken Words, which tell that to our race God himself has now descended, And the God and Man, now blended, Takes in David’s line his place. Ox with open mouth, assigns he Unto Luke, by him designs he Christ a Victim to display. Cross for altar he receiveth, There our peace his death achieveth, Olden rites have passed away. Face of rugged, roused up lion Is for Mark—’tis his to cry on With an all-pervading sound, Of the Christ, raised up victorious By the Father’s power all-glorious, With immortal splendor crowned. In this fourfold way of wonder To the world God cometh; under Vestments such the ark is borne. Forth from paradise are flowing These new streams of mercy, going To refresh the world forlorn. Never will the house fall, surely, Built on fourfold wall securely, Thus the house of God doth rest. In this house, oh wondrous story! Dwells the Blessed in his glory, God with man in union blessed. CHAPTER XXIII. THOMAS OF CELANO.