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will 46b34493e2 Wire seasonal hymn-doxology into every plain-default Lauds hymn
Lauds' Monastic source never carries the "*" substitution marker anywhere
(audited), so this is purely the same deliberate broadening as the Vespers
commit: every plain-default hymn (Sunday, Mon-Sat, Advent, Lent,
Passiontide, Paschaltide) now routes its closing doxology through
getHymnDoxologyId/appendDoxology instead of a fixed ending, split into
matching per-annum companion files that reproduce the original text
whenever no season/feast override applies.

Co-Authored-By: Claude Sonnet 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
Claude-Session: https://claude.ai/code/session_01AGjUyhUZJaSjiniEmnLdak
2026-09-03 15:00:17 -04:00

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# Sourced from Divinum Officium's Monastic block ("[HymnusM Pasch
# Laudes_]", the non-Dominican branch "[HymnusM Pasch Laudes]" resolves
# to — Psalterium/Special/Major Special.txt) — "Auróra lucis rútilat",
# full separate Monastic text (not a substitution against the Roman
# "Auróra cælum púrpurat"). Not live-query-verified (see TODO.md).
id: lauds-hymn-paschaltide
text:
la: |
Auróra lucis rútilat,
Cælum láudibus íntonat,
Mundus exsúltans júbilat,
Gemens inférnus úlulat:
Cum Rex ille fortíssimus,
Mortis confráctis víribus,
Pede concúlcans tártara,
Solvit a pœna míseros.
Ille qui clausus lápide
Custodítur sub mílite,
Triúmphans pompa nóbili,
Victor surgit de fúnere.
Solútis jam gemítibus,
Et inférni dolóribus,
Quia surréxit Dóminus,
Respléndens clamat Ángelus.
Quǽsumus, Auctor ómnium,
In hoc pascháli gáudio,
Ab omni mortis ímpetu
Tuum defénde pópulum.
en: |
The morn had spread her crimson rays,
When rang the skies with shouts of praise;
Earth joined the joyful hymn to swell,
That brought despair to vanquished hell.
He comes victorious from the grave,
The Lord omnipotent to save,
And brings with him to light of day
The saints who long imprisoned lay.
Vain is the cavern's three-fold ward —
The stone, the seal, the armed guard;
O death, no more thine arm we fear,
The Victor's tomb is now thy bier.
Let hymns of joy to grief succeed,
We know that Christ is risen indeed;
We hear his white-robed angel's voice,
And in our risen Lord rejoice.
With Christ we died, with Christ we rose,
When at the font his name we chose;
Oh, let not sin our robes defile,
And turn to grief the paschal smile.
status:
la: draft
en: draft