# Sourced from Divinum Officium's Monastic block ("[HymnusM Pasch
# Vespera]", Psalterium/Special/Major Special.txt) — "Ad cenam Agni
# próvidi", the older Monastic form, full separate text (not a
# substitution against the Roman Urban VIII revision, "Ad régias Agni
# dapes", which differs substantially stanza by stanza, not just in
# wording). English is the given translation of that Roman revision —
# conventionally paired with this older Latin in many hymnals despite the
# textual differences, but a real mismatch worth flagging, same caution
# as the Sunday Vespers hymn. Not live-query-verified (see TODO.md).
id: vespers-hymn-paschaltide
text:
  la: |
    Ad cenam Agni próvidi,
    Et stolis albis cándidi,
    Post tránsitum maris Rubri,
    Christo canámus Príncipi.

    Cujus corpus sanctíssimum,
    In ara crucis tórridum,
    Cruóre ejus róseo
    Gustándo vívimus Deo.

    Protécti Paschæ véspere
    A devastánte Angelo,
    Erépti de duríssimo
    Pharaónis império.

    Jam Pascha nostrum Christus est,
    Qui immolátus agnus est:
    Sinceritátis ázyma,
    Caro ejus obláta est.

    O vere digna hóstia,
    Per quam fracta sunt tártara,
    Redémpta plebs captiváta,
    Réddita vitæ prǽmia.

    Consúrgit Christus túmulo,
    Victor redit de bárathro,
    Tyránnum trudens vínculo,
    Et Paradísum réserans.

    Quǽsumus, Auctor ómnium,
    In hoc pascháli gáudio,
    Ab omni mortis ímpetu
    Tuum defénde pópulum.

    Glória tibi Dómine,
    Qui surrexísti a mórtuis,
    Cum Patre et Sancto Spíritu,
    In sempitérna sǽcula.
    Amen.
  en: |
    At the Lamb's high feast we sing
    Praise to our victorious King,
    Who hath washed us in the tide
    Flowing from his pierced side.

    Praise we him whose love divine
    Gives the guests his blood for wine,
    Gives his body for the feast,
    Love the victim, love the priest.

    Where the paschal blood is poured,
    Death's dark angel sheathes his sword;
    Israel's hosts triumphant go
    Through the wave that drowns the foe.

    Christ, the Lamb whose blood was shed,
    Paschal victim, paschal bread;
    With sincerity and love
    Eat we manna from above.

    Mighty victim from the sky,
    Powers of hell beneath thee lie;
    Death is conquered in the fight;
    Thou hast brought us life and light.

    Now thy banner thou dost wave;
    Vanquished Satan and the grave;
    Angels join his praise to tell —
    See o'erthrown the prince of hell.

    Paschal triumph, paschal joy,
    Only sin can this destroy;
    From the death of sin set free,
    Souls re-born, dear Lord, in Thee.

    Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
    Father, unto thee we raise;
    Risen Lord, all praise to thee,
    Ever with the Spirit be.
    Amen.
status:
  la: draft
  en: draft
