# Verified against Divinum Officium ("Divino Afflatu 1954"), Lauds live
# query, 2026-12-27 -- see lauds-psalmody-overrides/christmas-octave-
# sunday.yml's header. "A solis ortus cardine" -- self-contained,
# including its own final doxology stanza.
id: lauds-hymn-christmas-octave-sunday
text:
  la: |
    A solis ortus cárdine
    Ad usque terræ límitem,
    Christum canámus Príncipem,
    Natum María Vírgine.

    Beátus auctor sǽculi
    Servíle corpus índuit:
    Ut carne carnem líberans,
    Ne pérderet quos cóndidit.

    Castæ Paréntis víscera
    Cæléstis intrat grátia:
    Venter Puéllæ báiulat
    Secréta, quæ non nóverat.

    Domus pudíci péctoris
    Templum repénte fit Dei:
    Intácta nésciens virum,
    Concépit alvo Fílium.

    Enítitur puérpera,
    Quem Gábriel prædíxerat,
    Quem ventre Matris géstiens,
    Baptísta clausum sénserat.

    Fœno iacére pértulit:
    Præsépe non abhórruit:
    Et lacte módico pastus est,
    Per quem nec ales ésurit.

    Gaudet chorus cæléstium,
    Et Angeli canunt Deo;
    Palámque fit pastóribus
    Pastor, Creátor ómnium.

    Iesu, tibi sit glória,
    Qui natus es de Vírgine,
    Cum Patre, et almo Spíritu,
    In sempitérna sǽcula.
    Amen.
  en: |
    From lands that see the sun arise
    To earth's remotest boundaries,
    The Virgin-born today we sing,
    The Son of Mary, Christ the King.

    Blest Author of this earthly frame,
    To take a servant's form He came,
    That, liberating flesh by flesh,
    Whom He had made might live afresh.

    In that chaste parent's holy womb
    Celestial grace hath found its home;
    And she, as earthly bride unknown,
    Yet calls that Offspring blest her own.

    The mansion of the modest breast
    Becomes a shrine where God shall rest:
    The pure and undefilèd one
    Conceived in her womb the Son.

    That Son, that Royal Son she bore,
    Whom Gabriel's voice had told afore;
    Whom, in His mother yet concealed,
    The infant Baptist had revealed.

    The manger and the straw He bore,
    The cradle did He not abhor;
    By milk in infant portions fed,
    Who gives e'en fowls their daily bread.

    The heavenly chorus filled the sky,
    The Angels sang to God on high,
    What time to shepherds, watching lone,
    They made creation's Shepherd known.

    All honor, laud, and glory be,
    O Jesu, Virgin-born to thee:
    All glory, as is ever meet,
    To Father and to Paraclete.
    Amen.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified
