# Pentecost's own Matins hymn ("Jam Christus astra ascénderat"). Live-
# verified against Divinum Officium (Monastic Tridentinum 1617), Matins
# live query, 2026-05-24 (Pentecost Sunday itself). Self-contained with
# its own closing doxology baked in ("Glória Patri Dómino, Natóque, qui a
# mórtuis Surréxit, ac Paráclito..." — the source tags this "Doxology:
# PentT", byte-identical to the already-existing `hymn-doxology-pent.yml`
# used elsewhere, but baked directly into the body here since this hour's
# per-feast/octave hymn tiers never run the doxology-split/append
# mechanism — see matins-hymn-ascension.yml's own header for the
# identical reasoning).
#
# Closes the same real mechanism gap already fixed for Ascension
# (`pentecost-sunday` is a temporal-feast id, not a saint record, so
# `resolveOfficeWinner`'s octave-synthesis needed the same fix — see
# hours/resolve-common.ts's `ALWAYS_OVERRIDE_TEMPORAL_IDS`). Per direct
# instruction (2026-09-04): Ascension and Pentecost are core content, not
# to be left half-fixed.
id: matins-hymn-pentecost-sunday
text:
  la: >-
    Jam Christus astra ascénderat,

    Revérsus unde vénerat,

    Promíssum Patris múnere,

    Sanctum datúrus Spíritum.


    Solémnis urgébat dies,

    Quo mýstico septémplici

    Orbis volútus sépties,

    Signat beáta témpora.


    Cum lucis hora tértia

    Repénte mundus íntonat,

    Orántibus Apóstolis

    Deum venísse núntiat.


    De Patris ergo lúmine

    Decórus ignis almus est,

    Qui fida Christi péctora

    Calóre Verbi cómpleat.


    Impléta gaudent víscera,

    Affláta Sancto Spíritu,

    Voces divérsas íntonant,

    Fantur Dei magnália.


    Ex omni gente cógniti,

    Græcis, Latínis, Bárbaris,

    Cunctísque admirántibus,

    Linguis loquúntur ómnium.


    Judǽa tunc incrédula,

    Vesána torvo spíritu,

    Ructáre musti crápulam,

    Alúmnos Christi cóncrepat.


    Sed signis et virtútibus

    Occúrrit, et docet Petrus,

    Falsa profári pérfidos,

    Joéle teste cómprobans.


    Glória Patri Dómino,

    Natóque, qui a mórtuis

    Surréxit, ac Paráclito,

    In sæculórum sǽcula. Amen.
  en: >-
    Now Christ, ascending whence he came,

    Had mounted o'er the starry frame,

    The Holy Ghost on man below,

    The Father's promise, to bestow.


    The solemn time was drawing nigh,

    Replete with heav'nly mystery,

    On seven days' sevenfold circles borne,

    That first and blessèd Whitsun-morn.


    When the third hour shone all around,

    There came a rushing mighty sound,

    And told the Apostles, while in prayer,

    That, as was promised, God was there.


    Forth from the Father's light it came,

    That beautiful and kindly flame:

    To fill with fervour of his word

    The spirits faithful to their Lord.


    With joy the Apostles' breasts are fired,

    By God the Holy Ghost inspired:

    And straight, in diverse kinds of speech,

    The wondrous works of God they preach.


    To men of every race they speak,

    Alike barbarian, Roman, Greek:

    From the same lips, with awe and fear,

    All men their native accents hear.


    But Juda's sons, e'en faithless yet,

    With mad infuriate rage beset,

    To mock Christ's followers combine,

    As drunken all with new-made wine.


    When lo! with signs and mighty deeds,

    Stands Peter in the midst, and pleads;

    Confounding their malignant lie

    By Joel's ancient prophecy.


    To God the Father let us sing,

    To God the Son, our risen King,

    And equally let us adore

    The Spirit, God forevermore. Amen.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified