Laetabundus

Submitted by Rick.Wheeler on Thu, 2011/01/06 - 3:00pm
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ID: 
532
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Book: 
Cantus Selecti
Page: 
31
Composition Date: 
Unknown
Composer: 
Unknown
Arrangers / Editors: 
Unknown
Proper Liturgical Time: 
In Nativitate Domini
Proper Liturgical Day: 
Any
Votive: 
F
Composition Type: 
Sequentia
Texture: 
Monophonic
Voices: 
Unison
Language: 
Latin
Difficulty: 
Easy
Musical Style: 
Gregorian
Gregorian Tone: 
6.
Lyrics: 

Laetabundus exsultet fidelis chorus. Alleluia.

Regem regum intactae profudit thorus: res mirranda.

Angelus consilii natus est de virgine: sol de stella.

Sol occasum nesciens, stella semper rutilans, semper clara.

Sicut sidus radium, profert Virgo Filium, pari forma.

Neque sidus radio, neque mater filio, fit corrupta.

Cedrus alta Libani conformatur hyssopo, valle nostra;

Verbum ens Altissimi corporari passum est, carne sumpta.

Isaias cecinit, Synagoga meminit, numquam tamen desinit esse caeca.

Si non suis vatibus, credat vel gentilibus; Sibyllinis versibus haec praedicta.

Infelix, propera, crede vel vetera: cur damnaberis, gens misera?

Quem docet littera, natum considera: ipsum genuit puerpera. Alleluia.

Translated Lyrics: 

Faithful people, Sweeten all your song with gladness. Alleluia.

Matchless maiden Bringeth forth the Prince of princes: O! the marvel.

Virgin compasseth a man, Yea, the angel of the plan: Star the Dayspring.

Day that sunset shall not close, Star that light on all bestows, Ever cloudless.

As the star, light crystalline, Mary hath a Son divine In her likeness.

Star that shining grows not dim, Nor his Mother, bearing him, Less a maiden.

The great tree of Lebanon Hyssop's lowliness puts on In our valley;

And the Word of God Most High Self-imprisoned doth lie In our body.

So Isaias sang of old, So the Synagogue doth hold, But the sunrise finds her cold Hard and blinded.

Of her own she will not mark, Let her to the gentiles hark; For the Sybil's verses dark Tell of these things.

Make haste, O luckless one, Give ear to the saints bygone: Why perish utterly, O race undone?

He whom thy seers foretell Born is in Israel: Mary's little Son, O mark him well. Alleluia.