Festivis resonent compita vocibus,
Cives lætitiam frontibus explicent,
Tædis flammiferis ordine prodeant
Instructi pueri et senes.
Quem dura moriens Christus in arbore
Fudit multiplici vulnere Sanguinem,
Nos facti memores dum colimus, decet
Saltem fundere lacrymas.
Humano generi pernicies gravis
Adami veteris crimine contigit:
Adami integritas et pietas novi
Vitam reddidit ombibus.
Clamorem validum summus ab æthere
Languentis Geniti si Pater audiit,
Placari potius sanguine debuit,
Et nobis veniam dare.
Hoc quicumque stolam sanguine proluit,
Abstergit maculas, et roseum decus,
Quo fiat similis protinus Angelis:
Et Regi placeat, capit.
A recto instabilis tramite postmodum
Se nullus retrahat, meta sed ultima
Tangatur: tribuet nobile præmium,
Qui cursum Deus adjuvat.
Nobis propitius sis, Genitor potens,
Ut quos unigenæ Sanguine Filii
Emisti, et placido Flamine recreas,
Cli ad culmina transferas.
With glad and joyous strains now let each street resound,
And let the laurel wreath each Christian brow entwine;
With torches waving bright, let old and young go forth,
And swell the train in solemn line.
Whilst we with bitter tears, with sighs and grief profound,
Wail oer the saving Blood, poured forth upon the Tree,
Oh, deeply let us muse, and count the heavy price,
Which Christ hath paid to make us free.
The primal man of old, who fell by serpents guile,
Brought death and many woes upon his fallen race;
But our New Adam, Christ, new life unto us gave,
And brought to all neer-ending grace.
To heavens highest height, the wailing cry went up
Of Him, who hung in pain, Gods own eternal Son;
His saving, priceless Blood, His Fathers wrath appeased,
And for His sons full pardon won.
Whoeer in that pure Blood his guilty soul shall wash,
Shall from his stains be freedhe made as roses bright
Shall vie with Angels pure, shall please his King and Lord,
And precious shine in His glad sight.
Oh, from the path of right neer let thy steps depart,
But haste thee to the goal in virtues peaceful ways;
Thy God who reigns on high will eer direct thy steps,
And crown thy deeds with blissful days.
Father of all things made, to us propitious be,
For whom Thy own dear Son, His saving Blood did spill;
O Holy Spirit, grant the souls by Thee refreshed
Eternal bliss may ever fill.