Quicumque Christum quæ- All ye who seek, in hope and love, ritis, Oculos in altum tollite: Illic licebit visere Signum perennis gloriæ. Illustre quiddam cernimus, Quod nesciat finem pati, Sublime, celsum, intermi For your dear Lord, look up above! Where, trac'd upon the azure sky, Faith may a glorious form descry. Lo! on the trembling verge of light A something all divinely bright! Immortal, infinite, sublime! Older than chaos, space, or time! Hic ille Rex est Gentium Hunc et prophetis testibus, Jesu, tibi sit gloria, Amen. Hail, Thou, the Gentiles' mighty All hail, O Israel's King ador'd! To Thee the prophets witness Of Thee the Father doth declare, To Jesus, from the proud con- All glory with the Father be, FIRST AND SECOND VESPERS. y. Gloriosus apparuisti in conspectu Domini. Ry. Propterea decorem induit te Dominus. Amen. . Glorious didst thou appear in the sight of the Lord. Ry. Therefore hath God clothed thee with beauty. Seven Dolours. THIRD SUNDAY IN SEPT. O quot undis lacrymarum, Os suave, mite pectus, What a sea of tears and sorrows Did the soul of Mary toss While she wept her bitter loss: Torn but newly from the Cross! O that mournful Virgin Mother! Wounded side, and thorny brow: While his hands and feet she kisses, Picture of immortal woe! Centiesque, milliesque Eia, Mater, obsecramus Per tuas has lacrymas, Filiique triste funus, Vulnerumque purpuram, Hunc tui cordis dolorem Conde nostris cordibus. Esto Patri, Filioque, Et perennis laus honorque, Amen. Oft and oft his arms and bosom On each wound of her dear Son Till at last, in swoons of anguish, Sense and consciousness are gone. Gentle Mother, we beseech thee, By thy tears and trouble sore; By the death of thy dear Offspring; By the bloody wounds He bore; Touch our hearts with that true sorrow Which afflicted thee of yore. To the Father everlasting, [high, Be salvation, honour, blessing, FIRST AND SECOND VESPERS. Amen. |