# Sourced from Divinum Officium's Monastic block ("[HymnusM Quad5
# Laudes]", Psalterium/Special/Major Special.txt) — "Lustris sex qui jam
# peráctis", full separate Monastic text (not a substitution against the
# Roman "Lustra sex qui jam perégit" — the two differ throughout, not
# just in wording). Not live-query-verified (see TODO.md).
id: lauds-hymn-passiontide
text:
  la: |
    Lustris sex qui jam peráctis,
    Tempus implens córporis,
    Se volénte natus ad hoc,
    Passióni déditus,
    Agnus in Crucis levátur
    Immolándus stípite.

    Hic acétum, fel, arúndo,
    Sputa, clavi, láncea:
    Mite corpus perforátur,
    Sanguis, unda prófluit:
    Terra, pontus, astra, mundus,
    Quo lavántur flúmine!

    Crux fidélis, inter omnes
    Arbor una nóbilis:
    Nulla silva talem profert
    Fronde, flore, gérmine:
    Dulce lignum, dulces clavos,
    Dulce pondus sústinet.

    Flecte ramos, arbor alta,
    Tensa laxa víscera,
    Et rigor lentéscat ille,
    Quem dedit natívitas:
    Ut supérni membra Regis
    Miti tendas stípite.

    Sola digna tu fuísti
    Ferre sæcli prétium,
    Atque portum præparáre
    Nauta mundo náufrago,
    Quem sacer cruor perúnxit,
    Fusus Agni córpore.

    Glória et honor Deo
    Usquequáque altíssimo:
    Una Patri, Filióque,
    Inclyto Paráclito:
    Cui laus est et potéstas
    Per ætérna sǽcula.
    Amen.
  en: |
    Thirty years among us dwelling,
    His appointed time fulfilled,
    Born for this, he meets his passion,
    For that this he freely willed:
    On the cross the Lamb is lifted,
    Where his life-blood shall be spilled.

    He endured the nails, the spitting,
    Vinegar, and spear, and reed;
    From that holy body broken
    Blood and water forth proceed:
    Earth, and stars, and sky, and ocean,
    By that flood from stain are free.

    Faithful cross! above all other,
    One and only noble tree!
    None in foliage, none in blossom,
    None in fruit thy peers may be;
    Sweetest wood and sweetest iron!
    Sweetest weight is hung on thee.

    Bend thy boughs, O tree of glory!
    Thy relaxing sinews bend;
    For awhile the ancient rigour,
    That thy birth bestowed, suspend;
    And the King of heavenly beauty
    On thy bosom gently tend!

    Thou alone wast counted worthy
    This world's ransom to uphold;
    For a shipwrecked race preparing
    Harbour, like the ark of old;
    With the sacred blood anointed
    From the smitten Lamb that rolled.

    To the Trinity be glory
    Everlasting, as is meet;
    Equal to the Father, equal
    To the Son, and Paraclete:
    Trinal Unity, whose praises
    All created things repeat.
    Amen.
status:
  la: draft
  en: draft
