# Pentecost's own Lauds hymn ("Beáta nobis gáudia") — distinct from
# Matins' own ("Jam Christus astra ascénderat") and Vespers' own ("Veni
# Creátor Spíritus"), unlike Ascension where all 3 hours share one text.
# Live-verified against Divinum Officium (Monastic Tridentinum 1617),
# Lauds live query, 2026-05-24 (Pentecost Sunday itself). Self-contained
# — this hour's own resolveOfficeBundle doesn't run a hymn through the
# doxology-split/append mechanism at all; the closing doxology here is
# the same shared Pentecost-track text as Matins' own (see
# matins-hymn-pentecost-sunday.yml's own header on "Doxology: PentT"),
# baked in directly, but its own distinct English rendering ("To God the
# Father, laud and praise...") is kept rather than reused from the
# generic `hymn-doxology-pent.yml` translation, same as everywhere else
# in this store that keeps each hymn's own historic translator's ending.
id: lauds-hymn-pentecost-sunday
text:
  la: >-
    Beáta nobis gáudia

    Anni redúxit órbita,

    Cum Spíritus Paráclitus

    Effúlsit in discípulos.


    Ignis vibránte lúmine

    Linguæ figúram détulit,

    Verbis ut essent próflui,

    Et caritáte férvidi.


    Linguis loquúntur ómnium;

    Turbæ pavent Gentílium,

    Musto madére députant

    Quos Spíritus repléverat.


    Patráta sunt hæc mýstice,

    Paschæ perácto témpore,

    Sacro diérum número,

    Quo lege fit remíssio.


    Te nunc, Deus piíssime,

    Vultu precámur cérnuo:

    Illápsa nobis cǽlitus

    Largíre dona Spíritus.


    Dudum sacráta péctora

    Tua replésti grátia:

    Dimítte nostra crímina,

    Et da quiéta témpora.


    Glória Patri Dómino,

    Natóque, qui a mórtuis

    Surréxit, ac Paráclito,

    In sæculórum sǽcula. Amen.
  en: >-
    Round roll the weeks our hearts to greet,

    With blissful joy returning;

    For lo! the Holy Paraclete

    On twelve bright brows sits burning:

    With quivering flame he lights on each,

    In fashion like a tongue, to teach

    That eloquent they are of speech,

    Their hearts with true love yearning.


    While with all tongues they speak to all,

    The nations deem them maddened,

    And drunk with wine the prophets call,

    Whom God's good Spirit gladdened;

    A marvel this—in mystery done—

    The holy paschaltide outrun,

    By numbers told, whose reckoning won

    Remission for the saddened.


    O God most Holy, thee we pray,

    With reverent brow low bending,

    Grant us the Spirit's gifts today

    The gifts from heaven descending;

    And, since, thy grace hath deigned to bide

    Within our breasts once sanctified,

    Deign, Lord, to cast our sins aside,

    Henceforth calm seasons sending.


    To God the Father, laud and praise,

    Praise to the Son be given;

    Praise to the Spirit of all grace,

    The fount of graces seven —

    As was of old, all worlds before,

    Is now and shall be evermore,

    When time and change are spent and o'er

    All praise in earth and heaven. Amen.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified