8. Morn in her rosy car is borne; Let Him come forth our perfect Morn, The Word in God the Father one, The Father perfect in the Son. Tr. Robert Bridges, from _The Yattendon Hymnal_ (edited by Robert Bridges & H. Ellis Wooldridge) by permission of the Clarendon Press, Oxford. II. _Vexilla regis prodeunt_ 1. Vexilla regis prodeunt, Fulget crucis mysterium, Quo carne carnis conditor Suspensus est patibulo. 1. The banners of the king advance, The cross with mystery doth flame, And from the tree the Flesh of flesh, Word Incarnate, hangs in shame. 2. Quo vulneratus insuper Mucrone dirae lanceae, Ut nos lavaret crimine, Manavit unda, sanguine. 2. The lance’s edge hath pierced His side, O look on Him that for our good Cleansed us of the stain of sin, Washed out with water and with blood. 3. Inpleta sunt quae concinit David fideli carmine, Dicendo nationibus: Regnavit a ligno Deus. 3. Now is fulfilled what was foretold By David in prophetic song: Suspended from the rood Our God Will rule. To Him shall nations throng. 4. Arbor decora et fulgida, Ornata regis purpura, Electa digno stipite Tam sancta membra tangere. 4. O glorious and radiant tree In royal crimson richly decked, His sacred limbs to touch and hold Thee did our Lord, fair rood, elect. 5. Beata, cuius bracchiis Pretium pependit saeculi. Statera facta est corporis Praedam tulitque tartari. 5. Thou blessed cross upon whose arms The body of the Savior fell; As with a balance thou didst weigh The Christ that bore us out of Hell. 6. Fundis aroma cortice, Vincis sapore nectare, Iocunda fructu fertili Plaudis triumpho nobili. 6. Thy wood is all a sweet perfume, Thou art like nectar very sweet; Rejoicing in thy fruit thou mak’st A perfect triumph more complete. 7. Salve ara, salve victima De passionis gloria, Qua vita mortem pertulit Et morte vitam reddidit. 7. Altar and sacred victim, hail! In thy passion is our glory. Life from death thou bringest back, Life in death shall be our story. 8. O crux ave, spes unica, Hoc passionis tempore, Auge piis iustitiam, Reisque dona veniam. 8. Hail thou cross, O hail thou only Hope that agony may win; To believers bring salvation, Take the sinner from his sin! The 8th stanza is a later addition. Stanza 2 omitted. Tr. Howard M. Jones (Allen, P. S., _The Romanesque Lyric_. Chapel Hill, Un. of N. C. Press, 1928, p. 146-7. Quoted by permission of publishers.) III. _Aeterna Christi munera_ 1. Aeterna Christi munera Et martyrum victorias, Laudes ferentes debitas Laetis canamus mentibus. 1. The eternal gifts of Christ the King, The Martyrs’ glorious deeds we sing; And while due hymns of praise we pay, Our thankful hearts cast grief away.