# Sourced from Divinum Officium's Monastic block ("[HymnusM Quad5
# Vespera]", Psalterium/Special/Major Special.txt) — "Vexílla Regis
# pródeunt", full separate Monastic text (not a substitution against the
# Roman version, which differs meaningfully in several stanzas — caught
# and fixed a first-pass transcription slip here where the second-to-last
# stanza's closing lines had been copied from the Roman text instead of
# the Monastic one actually being transcribed). The source marks that
# stanza's third line with a seasonal branch — "Hoc Passiónis témpore"
# (used here, for Passiontide proper) vs. "In hoc Pascháli gáudio"
# (Paschaltide, when this same hymn is reused for a Holy Cross feast
# falling then — not this app's concern). Also: real Passiontide practice
# omits the Gloria Patri from the last stanza — kept that way here,
# matching the source exactly (see vespers-responsory-passiontide.yml's
# own note). Not live-query-verified (see TODO.md).
id: vespers-hymn-passiontide
text:
  la: |
    Vexílla Regis pródeunt:
    Fulget Crucis mystérium,
    Quo carne carnis Cónditor
    Suspénsus est patíbulo.

    Quo vulnerátus ínsuper
    Mucróne diro lánceæ,
    Ut nos laváret crímine,
    Manávit unda et sánguine.

    Impléta sunt quæ cóncinit
    David fidéli cármine,
    Dicens: In natiónibus
    Regnávit a ligno Deus.

    Arbor decóra et fúlgida,
    Ornáta Regis púrpura,
    Elécta digno stípite
    Tam sancta membra tángere.

    Beáta, cujus bráchiis
    Sæcli pepéndit prétium,
    Statéra facta córporis,
    Prædámque tulit tártari.

    O Crux, ave, spes única,
    In hac triúmphi glória
    Hoc Passiónis témpore
    Auge piis justítiam,
    Reísque dona véniam.

    Te summa, Deus, Trínitas,
    Colláudet omnis spíritus:
    Quos per Crucis mystérium
    Salvas, rege per sǽcula.
    Amen.
  en: |
    Abroad the regal banners fly,
    Now shines the cross's mystery;
    Upon it Life did death endure,
    And yet by death did life procure.

    Who, wounded with a direful spear,
    Did, purposely to wash us clear
    From stain of sin, pour out a flood
    Of precious water mixed with blood.

    That which the prophet-king of old
    Hath in mysterious verse foretold,
    Is now accomplished, whilst we see
    God ruling nations from a tree.

    O lovely and refulgent tree,
    Adorned with purpled majesty;
    Culled from a worthy stock, to bear
    Those limbs which sanctified were.

    Blest tree, whose happy branches bore
    The wealth that did the world restore;
    The beam that did that body weigh
    Which raised up hell's expected prey.

    O Cross, our one reliance, hail!
    On this triumphant day avail,
    This holy Passiontide,
    To give fresh merit to the saint,
    And pardon to the penitent.

    Blest Trinity, salvation's spring,
    May every soul thy praises sing;
    To those thou grantest conquest by
    The holy cross, rewards apply.
    Amen.
status:
  la: draft
  en: draft
