Easter Hymn XIX

XIX. PENTECOSTE
[English]

Spiritus
Paraclitus,
Procedens divinitus,
Manet ante saecula;
Populis,
Discipulis
Ad salutem sedulis
Pacis dedit oscula.

Hodie
Cum tertiae
Surgit hora, veniae
Fit ampla donatio;
Criminum
Est hominum
Per actorem luminum
Facta relaxatio.

Micuit,
Aperuit,
Viros fortes imbuit
Suavis refectio;
Irruit
Et mituit
Et eosdem docuit
Suo magisterio.

Fragiles,
Indociles
Et adhuc inutiles,
Sermonum inopia,
Utiles
Amabiles
Et amici probabiles
Facti sunt ex gratia.

Tenere,
Non temere,
Dilectis occurrere
Vult ita benignitas;
Propere
Consumere
Culpas vult et tergere
Non exstincta caritas.

Audio
Cum gaudio
Quod ejus auxilio
Sit tanta felicitas
Cum tanto tripudio...

Cesset avaritia,
Fugetur iniquitas,
Cesset insolentia,
Cesset infidelitas!

Sit in ipsa veritas;
Mentem cum modestia
Scrutetur humilitas,
Gratiam pro gratia.

Reddat universitas
Ut Christi familia
Quam commendat sanctitas
Sit semper innoxia!

Sit in ipsa veritas,
Sit peccati nescia,
Sit perennis claritas
In coelesti patria! Amen.

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XIX. WHITSUNTIDE
[Latin]

The Spirit dear,
That Comforter,
Who, before all ages were,
By procession came from God,
On a race,
That sought His face,
Striving for His saving grace,
Hath the kiss of peace bestowed.

On this day,
When its first ray
The third hour doth display,
Comes full pardon's gift so bright,
Which is then
For all their sin
Freely offered to all men
By the Father of all light.

Its bright sheen
Was fully seen,
And inspired bold dauntless men
With a sweet refreshment there;
Ye, did tame
With rushing flame,
And instruct and teach the same
In its learning rich and rare.

Men, before
Devoid of lore,
Weak and frail, and lacking power
Through the lack of eloquence
Useful prove,
Friends worthy love,
An beloved where'er they move,
Through the grace it doth dispense.

Feelingly,
Not fearfully,
Thus would true benignity
To its well-belovéd come:
Instantly
Sin's infamy
Never-failing charity
Would wipe off us and consume.

O mine ear
With joy doth hear,
That, whene'er His help is near,
Such untold felicity
We shall meet with bounding feet...

Let all avarice vanish hence,
Far away, wrong-doing! flee:
No more pride and insolence,
No more infidelity!

Let the truth still hold its place,
And let but humility
Search the conscience, - grace for grace, -
With all meekness modestly.

May the All in All so bless
Christ the Lord's own family,
That it, marked by holiness,
Be from ills for ever free!

Let the truth there hold its place,
Let it sin ne'er understand:
Let its brightness never cease
In the heavenly fatherland! Amen.

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