# Verified against Divinum Officium (Monastic Tridentinum 1617), Lauds live query.
id: lauds-hymn-monday
text:
  la: |
    Splendor patérnæ glóriæ,
    De luce lucem próferens,
    Lux lucis, et fons lúminis,
    Diem dies illúminans:

    Verúsque sol illábere,
    Micans nitóre pérpeti:
    Jubárque Sancti Spíritus
    Infúnde nostris sénsibus.

    Votis vocémus et Patrem,
    Patrem perénnis glóriæ,
    Patrem poténtis grátiæ,
    Culpam reléget lúbricam.

    Confírmet actus strénuos:
    Dentes retúndat ínvidi:
    Casus secúndet ásperos,
    Donet geréndi grátiam.

    Mentem gubérnet et regat,
    Casto, fidéli córpore:
    Fides calóre férveat,
    Fraudis venéna nésciat.

    Christúsque nobis sit cibus,
    Potúsque noster sit fides:
    Læti bibámus sóbriam
    Ebrietátem spíritus.

    Lætus dies hic tránseat,
    Pudor sit ut dilúculum,
    Fides velut merídies,
    Crepúsculum mens nésciat.

    Auróra cursus próvehit,
    Auróra totus pródeat,
    In Patre totus Fílius,
    Et totus in Verbo Pater.

    Deo Patri sit glória,
    Ejúsque soli Fílio,
    Cum Spíritu Paráclito,
    Et nunc et in perpétuum.
    Amen.
  en: |
    O splendour of God’s glory bright,
    O thou that bringest light from light,
    O light of light, light’s living spring,
    O day, all days illumining.

    O thou true sun, on us thy glance
    Let fall in royal radiance,
    The Spirit’s sanctifying beam
    Upon our earthly senses stream.

    The Father too our prayers implore,
    Father of glory evermore,
    The Father of all grace and might,
    To banish sin from our delight:

    To guide whate’er we nobly do,
    With love all envy to subdue,
    To make ill-fortune turn to fair,
    And give us grace our wrongs to bear.

    Our mind be in his keeping placed,
    Our body true to him and chaste,
    Where only faith her fire shall feed,
    And burn the tares of Satan’s seed.

    And Christ to us for food shall be,
    From him our drink that welleth free,
    The Spirit’s wine, that maketh whole,
    And mocking not, exalts the soul.

    Rejoicing may this day go hence,
    Like virgin dawn our innocence,
    Like fiery noon our faith appear,
    Nor know the gloom of twilight drear.

    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.

    All laud to God the Father be;
    All praise, Eternal Son, to thee;
    All glory, as is ever meet,
    To God the Holy Paraclete.
    Amen.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified
