hours: use the Marian Sabbato hymn as Saturday's own Lauds default
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By explicit choice, not the honest-missing placeholder from before: a
genuinely per-annum, unprivileged Saturday isn't achievable (every one
is either Marian-Sabbato-overridden or in a privileged season with its
own swapped hymn), so Sanctae Mariae Sabbato's own hymn ("O gloriosa
Domina") becomes Saturday's default rather than leaving a gap.

Co-Authored-By: Claude Sonnet 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
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# Verified against Divinum Officium (Monastic Tridentinum 1617), Lauds live query.
# Every ordinary-time Saturday is either Marian-Sabbato-overridden or
# falls in a privileged season (Lenten/Advent Ember Saturday) whose hymn is
# itself swapped for the season's own -- there's no achievable date that
# shows a genuinely per-annum, unprivileged Saturday Lauds hymn. Left
# missing rather than presenting a season-specific hymn as if it were the
# plain weekday default.
# Verified against Divinum Officium (Monastic Tridentinum 1617), Lauds live
# query, Sanctæ Mariæ Sabbato (2026-09-05). By explicit choice, this --
# not a genuinely per-annum unprivileged Saturday, which isn't achievable
# (see hours/types.ts's 'lauds-psalmody' doc comment on the Marian
# Saturday) -- is Saturday's own default hymn.
id: lauds-hymn-saturday
text: {}
text:
la: |
O gloriósa Dómina,
Excélsa super sídera:
Qui te creávit, próvide
Lactásti sacro úbere.
Quod Heva tristis ábstulit,
Tu reddis almo gérmine:
Intrent ut astra flébiles,
Cæli fenéstra facta es.
Tu Regis alti jánua,
Et porta lucis fúlgida:
Vitam datam per Vírginem,
Gentes redémptæ, pláudite.
Glória tibi Dómine,
Qui natus es de Vírgine,
Cum Patre et Sancto Spíritu,
In sempitérna sǽcula.
Amen.
en: |
O glorious lady! throned on high
Above the star-illumined sky;
Thereto ordained, thy bosom lent
To thy Creator nourishment.
Through thy sweet offspring we receive
The bliss once lost through hapless Eve;
And heaven to mortals open lies
Now thou art portal of the skies.
Thou art the door of heaven's high King,
Light's gateway fair and glistering;
Life through a Virgin is restored;
Ye ransomed nations, praise the Lord!
All honour, laud, and glory be,
O Jesu, Virgin-born, to thee;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father and to Paraclete.
Amen.
status:
la: missing
en: missing
la: verified
en: verified