HORÆ DE PASSIONE D. N. JESU CHRISTI

From a fourteenth-century MS., where it bears the title, “Hours of the Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ, compiled from the Prophets and the New Testament by the Blessed Pope Urban” (b. 1302, d. 1370).

(AD PRIMAM)
(Tu qui velatus facie)

I

Veiled was the glory of Thy face,

O Jesus, Lord of heavenly grace,

When mocking knees were bent in scorn,

And bitter stripes were meekly borne.

II

To Thee the prayer of faith we send,

In Thee we hope: O Lord, attend,

And in Thy mercy lead the way

To where Thy glory shines as day.

III

To Thee be highest honours paid,

O Christ, who wast by man betrayed,

Who on the cross of anguish sore

Didst die, that we might die no more.

(AD TERTIAM)
(Hora qui ductus tertia)

IV

O Christ, who in that hour of dread

Forth as a sacrifice wast led;

Who, to retrieve our grievous loss,

Didst bear the burden of the cross.

V

O may Thy Love our hearts inflame;

Be Thy pure life our constant aim;

That we may win the heavenly rest,

And share the glories of the blest.

VI

To Thee be highest honours paid,

O Christ, who wast by man betrayed;

Who on the cross of anguish sore

Didst die, that we might die no more.

(AD SEXTAM)
(Crucem pro nobis subiit)

VII

For us the cruel cross He bare,

Endured the thirst while hanging there—

O Jesus! Thou hast anguish borne,

Thy hands and feet with nails were torn.

VIII

Honour and blessing be to Thee,

O Christ, who hung upon the tree,

Who, by the offering of Thy grace,

Didst save from death our fallen race.

(AD NONAM)
(Beata Christi passio)

IX

Thy blessed Passion, Christ, be ours,

To set us free from Satan’s powers;

To aid our fainting souls to rise

To joys prepared in Paradise.

X

To Christ the Lord all glory be,

Who, hanging on the shameful tree,

Gave up His life with bitter cry,

And saved a world prepared to die.

XI

To Thee be highest honours paid,

O Christ, who wast by man betrayed,

Who, on the cross of anguish sore,

Didst die, that we might die no more.

(AD COMPLETORIUM)
(Qui jacuisti mortuus)

XII

O spotless King, who shared its gloom,

And lay at peace within the tomb,

Teach us to find our rest in Thee,

And sing Thy praise eternally.

XIII

Come to our help, O Lord, who gave

Thy precious blood our souls to save;

Lead us to Thine eternal peace,

Whose sweetest joys shall never cease.