Monday, March 30, 2015


This hymn, also by Venantius Fortunatus (530-609) is appointed to be sung at Vespers during Holy Week until the beginning of the Sacred Paschal Triduum.

Abroad the regal banners fly,
Now shines the Cross's mystery;
Upon it Life did death endure,
And yet by death did life procure.

Who, wounded with a direful spear,
Did, purposely to wash us clear
From stain of sin, pour out a flood
Of precious water mixed with blood.

That which the prophet-king of old
Hath in mysterious verse foretold,
Is now accomplished, whilst we see
God ruling nations from a tree.

O lovely and refulgent Tree,
Adorned with purple majesty;
Culled from a worthy stock to bear
Those limbs which sanctified were.

Blest Tree, whose happy branches bore
The wealth that did the world restore;
The beam that did that body weigh
Which raised up hell's expected prey.

Hail Cross, our hope; on thee we call,
Who keep this mournful festival;
Grant to the just increase of grace,
And ever sinner's crimes efface.

Blest Trinity, we praises sing
To thee, from whom all graces spring;
Celestial crowns of those bestow
Who conquer by the Cross below.

W.K. Blount (+ 1717)
and Evening Office

No comments:

Post a Comment