Monday, March 29, 2010

Hymn for today

~from the Divine Office, Matins: Pange lingua gloriosi (actually, this will be sung all during Holy Week in the Divine Office). It's not the same one as is sung for Maundy Thursday's eucharistic procession. That one was written by St. Thomas Aquinas. This one was written by Venantius Fortunatus. Yesterday, we sang a metrical setting of this as the recessional hymn set to the tune Picardy (Let All Mortal Flesh). It has perhaps some of the most exquisite words ever written in praise of the cross. "Sweetest wood and sweetest iron, sweetest weight is hung on thee." And the imperative: "Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle" which begins the recounting of Salvation Story, is unfailingly captivating. At Good Friday, we will chant the portion "Crux fidelis". I do not say this disparagingly, so please don't take it that way. I prefer to sing this rather than the popular "Were You There?". While it has an immediate emotional pull to it, the words do not come close to the profound truths expressed in this Pange lingua.

PANGE, lingua, gloriosi
proelium certaminis,1
et super Crucis trophaeo
dic triumphum nobilem,
qualiter Redemptor orbis
immolatus vicerit.

De parentis protoplasti
fraude Factor condolens,
quando pomi noxialis
morte morsu corruit,2
ipse lignum tunc notavit,
damna ligni ut solveret.

Hoc opus nostrae salutis
ordo depoposcerat,
multiformis proditoris
ars ut artem falleret,
et medelam ferret inde,
hostis unde laeserat.

Quando venit ergo sacri
plenitudo temporis,
missus est ab arce Patris
natus, orbis, Conditor,
atque ventre virginali
carne factus prodiit.

Vagit infans inter arcta
conditus praesepia:
membra pannis involuta
Virgo Mater alligat:
et manus pedesque et crura
stricta cingit fascia.

LUSTRA sex qui iam peracta
tempus implens corporis,
se volente, natus ad hoc,
passioni deditus,
Agnus in crucis levatur
immolandus stipite.

En acetum, fel, arundo,
sputa, clavi, lancea:
mite corpus perforatur,
Sanguis, unda profluit
terra, pontus, astra, mundus,
quo lavantur flumine!

CRUX fidelis,
inter omnes
arbor una nobilis;
nulla talem silva profert,
flore, fronde, germine.
Dulce lignum, dulci clavo,
dulce pondus sustinens!

Flecte ramos, arbor alta,
tensa laxa viscera,
et rigor lentescat ille,
quem dedit nativitas,
ut superni membra Regis
miti tendas stipite.

Sola digna tu fuisti
ferre saeculi pretium,
atque portum praeparare
nauta mundo naufrago,
quem sacer cruor perunxit,
fusus Agni corpore.

Aequa Patri Filioque,
inclito Paraclito,
sempiterna sit beatae
Trinitati gloria,
cuius alma nos redemit
atque servat gratia. Amen.

One translation:

SING, my tongue,
the Savior's glory;
tell His triumph far and wide;
tell aloud the famous story
of His body crucified;
how upon the cross a victim,
vanquishing in death, He died.

Eating of the tree forbidden,
man had sunk in Satan's snare,
when our pitying Creator did
this second tree prepare;
destined, many ages later,
that first evil to repair.

Such the order God appointed
when for sin He would atone;
to the serpent thus opposing
schemes yet deeper than his own;
thence the remedy procuring,
whence the fatal wound had come.

So when now at length the fullness
of the sacred time drew nigh,
then the Son, the world's Creator,
left his Father's throne on high;
from a virgin's womb appearing,
clothed in our mortality.

All within a lowly manger,
lo, a tender babe He lies!
see his gentle Virgin Mother
lull to sleep his infant cries!
while the limbs of God incarnate
round with swathing bands she ties.

THUS did Christ to perfect manhood
in our mortal flesh attain:
then of His free choice He goeth
to a death of bitter pain;
and as a lamb, upon the altar of the cross,
for us is slain.

Lo, with gall His thirst He quenches!
see the thorns upon His brow!
nails His tender flesh are rending!
see His side is opened now!
whence, to cleanse the whole creation,
streams of blood and water flow.

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!

Lofty tree, bend down thy branches,
to embrace thy sacred load;
oh, relax the native tension
of that all too rigid wood;
gently, gently bear the members
of thy dying King and God.

Tree, which solely wast found worthy
the world's Victim to sustain.
harbor from the raging tempest!
ark, that saved the world again!
Tree, with sacred blood anointed
of the Lamb for sinners slain.

Blessing, honor, everlasting,
to the immortal Deity;
to the Father, Son, and Spirit,
equal praises ever be;
glory through the earth and heaven
to Trinity in Unity. Amen.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Gloria, Laus et Honor Tibi Sit Rex Christe



Most of us will probably be singing the Melchior Teschner setting. Here is the Gregorian chant by Giovanni Vianini.

Dominica in Palmis

Hosanna, Filio David....

Pueri Hebraeorum

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Lux Aurumque

We interrupt the ongoing blog silence with this video.



by Eric Whitacre

Lux aurumque,calida gravisque pura velut aurum et canunt angeli molliter modo natum.

Don't forget tomorrow is the Feast of the Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary. And Friday of Passion Week is the Commemoration of the Seven Sorrows of the Blessed Virgin.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

In the Desert


I've found that the detachment from blogging has helped in learning recollection, the one thing missing from my previous years' observation of Lent. The focus on what I had given up and struggling with the temptations took on disproportionate energy to the actual learning to love the Lord with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength.

So apologies for the light blogging. There is always the conviction by the Holy Spirit that much of this blogging can be vainglorious, appealing to one's need for validation. But the "putting our minds on things above" really is the One Needful Thing.

God bless you on your continuing Lenten journey. See you on the other side of Easter.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Planned Parenthood's Roots



Black Genocide brought to you by Planned Parenthood.

Learn more: BlackGenocide.org

Maafa 21



Black Genocide. It's happening.

Another one

Yes, another snowstorm hit last night while we were sleeping. Not as much accumulation, but enough to cancel school today. My county is shut down. I like how streets are silent today, the roar of traffic, masses of people going to and fro with their daily lives, has slowed down. This has been an arduous winter for us, I will be happy for spring and warmer weather.