# Verified against Divinum Officium (Monastic Tridentinum 1617), Lauds
# live query, 2026-05-03 -- own proper hymn ("Lustris sex qui jam
# peractis," part of the "Pange lingua gloriosi proelium" family). See
# lauds-capitulum-finding-of-the-holy-cross.yml's header.
id: lauds-hymn-finding-of-the-holy-cross
text:
  la: >-
    Lustris sex qui jam peráctis,

    Tempus implens córporis,

    Se volénte natus ad hoc,

    Passióni déditus,

    Agnus in Crucis levátur

    Immolándus stípite.


    Hic acétum, fel, arúndo,

    Sputa, clavi, láncea:

    Mite corpus perforátur,

    Sanguis, unda prófluit:

    Terra, pontus, astra, mundus,

    Quo lavántur flúmine!


    Crux fidélis, inter omnes

    Arbor una nóbilis:

    Nulla silva talem profert

    Fronde, flore, gérmine:

    Dulce lignum, dulces clavos,

    Dulce pondus sústinet.


    Flecte ramos, arbor alta,

    Tensa laxa víscera,

    Et rigor lentéscat ille,

    Quem dedit natívitas:

    Ut supérni membra Regis

    Miti tendas stípite.


    Sola digna tu fuísti

    Ferre sæcli prétium,

    Atque portum præparáre

    Nauta mundo náufrago,

    Quem sacer cruor perúnxit,

    Fusus Agni córpore.


    Glória et honor Deo

    Usquequáque altíssimo:

    Una Patri, Filióque,

    Inclyto Paráclito:

    Cui laus est et potéstas

    Per ætérna sǽcula. Amen.
  en: >-
    Thirty years among us dwelling,

    His appointed time fulfilled,

    Born for this, he meets his passion,

    For that this he freely willed:

    On the cross the Lamb is lifted,

    Where his life-blood shall be spilled.


    He endured the nails, the spitting,

    Vinegar, and spear, and reed;

    From that holy body broken

    Blood and water forth proceed:

    Earth, and stars, and sky, and ocean,

    By that flood from stain are free.


    Faithful cross! above all other,

    One and only noble tree!

    None in foliage, none in blossom,

    None in fruit thy peers may be;

    Sweetest wood and sweetest iron!

    Sweetest weight is hung on thee.


    Bend thy boughs, O tree of glory!

    Thy relaxing sinews bend;

    For awhile the ancient rigour,

    That thy birth bestowed, suspend;

    And the King of heavenly beauty

    On thy bosom gently tend!


    Thou alone wast counted worthy

    This world's ransom to uphold;

    For a shipwrecked race preparing

    Harbour, like the ark of old;

    With the sacred blood anointed

    From the smitten Lamb that rolled.


    To the Trinity be glory

    Everlasting, as is meet;

    Equal to the Father, equal

    To the Son, and Paraclete:

    Trinal Unity, whose praises

    All created things repeat. Amen.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified