# Friday's own plain ferial Matins hymn (Psalterium/Special/Matutinum
# Special.txt's "Day5 Hymnus" — Day0=Sunday .. Day6=Saturday). Live-
# verified 2026-09-04 (today, a plain post-Pentecost Friday) against
# Monastic Tridentinum 1617 directly via the CGI instance — Monastic's own
# "Day5 HymnusM" swaps stanza 2's "ómnium"/"vúlnerum" word order and
# stanza 4's "astet" -> "adsit"; the live page confirms both swaps.
#
# Reported by the user: the plain ferial Matins hymn was silently using
# Monday's own text (`matins-hymn-ferial`, mislabeled in its own comment
# as a generic "ferial" hymn) for every weekday, including Friday, where
# the real Monastic 1617 source is this genuinely different hymn.
#
# Closing doxology stanza intentionally omitted — shared across every
# weekday via matins-hymn-doxology-per-annum.yml (see hours/matins.ts).
id: matins-hymn-ferial-friday
text:
  la: >-
    Tu, Trinitátis Únitas,

    Orbem poténter quæ regis,

    Atténde laudis cánticum,

    Quod excubántes psállimus.


    Nam léctulo consúrgimus

    Noctis quiéto témpore,

    Ut flagitémus vúlnerum

    A te medélam ómnium.


    Quo fraude quidquid dǽmonum

    In nóctibus delíquimus,

    Abstérgat illud cǽlitus

    Tuæ potéstas glóriæ.


    Ne corpus adsit sórdidum,

    Nec torpor instet córdium,

    Ne críminis contágio

    Tepéscat ardor spíritus.


    Ob hoc, Redémptor, quǽsumus,

    Reple tuo nos lúmine,

    Per quod diérum círculis

    Nullis ruámus áctibus.
  en: >-
    O Three in One, and One in Three,

    Who rulest all things mightily:

    Bow down to hear the songs of praise

    Which, freed from bonds of sleep, we raise.


    While lingers yet the peace of night,

    We rouse us from our slumbers light:

    That might of instant prayer may win

    The healing balm for wounds of sin.


    If, by the wiles of Satan caught,

    This night-time we have sinned in aught,

    That sin Thy glorious power to-day,

    From heaven descending, cleanse away.


    Let naught impure our bodies stain,

    No laggard sloth our souls detain,

    No taint of sin our spirits know,

    To chill the fervor of their glow.


    Wherefore, Redeemer grant that we

    Fulfilled with thine own light may be:

    That, in our course, from day to day,

    By no misdeed we fall away.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified