# The Assumption's own proper Matins hymn ("Surge! Jam terris fera bruma
# cessit" / "Arise! the cold blasts from earth have receded"), read from
# `Sancti/08-15.txt`'s own `[Hymnus Matutinum]` block (both Latin and
# English) -- distinct from the BVM Common (CommuneM/C10), which has no
# Matins hymn override of its own at all. Used throughout the Assumption's
# octave (Aug 15-22), not just on the feast day itself: `Sancti/08-21bmv.txt`
# (a representative octave day) carries `[Rule] ex Sancti/08-15`, meaning the
# octave day's whole office -- Matins hymn included -- is the Assumption's
# own, not the plain BVM Common's.
id: matins-hymn-assumption
text:
  la: >-
    Surge! Jam terris fera bruma cessit,

    Ridet in pratis decus omne florum,

    Alma quæ Vitæ Génetrix fuísti,

    Surge, María!


    Lílium fulgens velut in rubéto,

    Mortis auctórem teris una, carpens

    Sóntibus fructum pátribus negátum

    Arbore vitæ.


    Arca non putri fabricáta ligno

    Manna tu servas, fluit unde virtus,

    Ipsa qua surgent animáta rursus

    Ossa sepúlcris.


    Prǽsidis mentis dócilis minístra,

    Haud caro tabo pátitur resólvi;

    Spíritus imo sine fine consors

    Tendit ad astra.


    Surge! Dilécto pete nixa cælum,

    Sume consértum diadéma stellis,

    Teque natórum récinens beátam

    Excipe carmen.


    Laus sit excélsæ Tríadi perénnis,

    Quæ tibi, Virgo, tríbuit corónam,

    Atque regínam statuítque nostram

    Próvida matrem.

    Amen.
  en: >-
    Arise! the cold blasts from earth have receded,

    And in the field are lovely flowers smiling,

    For thee, O gracious Mother, bearer of Life,

    Arise, O Mary!


    Beautiful Lily blooming 'mid the brambles,

    Death's haughty author thou alone didst conquer,

    Plucking life-giving tree of fruits the fathers

    By sin did not taste.


    Ark of sweet wood not destined for ruin,

    Holding the manna, whence springeth forth the power

    Summoning forth the bones again arisen

    From depths of the tomb.


    Thou handmaid, faithful to the Ruler of hearts,

    Thy flesh cruel decay could never touch,

    Thy soul of Spirit partaking without end,

    Hath winged to the stars.


    Leaning on thy beloved, arise, go heav'nward!

    Accept the crown with stars for thee bedecked,

    List to the hymn thy children sing on this day,

    Calling thee blessed.


    Praise to the Triune Godhead everlasting,

    Who hath caused thee, O Virgin, to be crowned,

    And providently willed our Queen thou shouldst be

    Also our Mother.

    Amen.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified
