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Feed: HYMNOGLYPT Posted on: Monday, April 16, 2012 6:01 AM Author: Matt Carver (Matthaeus Glyptes) Subject: Hodiernae festum lucis
Here is my translation of the Sequence hymn for the Feast of the Lance and Arms of Christ. While not expressly met in Reformation cantionals, the regional German feast was historically celebrated as a vespertine mass on the Friday after Quasi modo geniti, paying due honor to the Lord's passion recently commemorated in Holy Week and recognizing the instruments of the Lord's Passion by which He built His church. The tune is from another Sequence, Hodiernae Lux Diei. Here it is with harmony from the New Office Hymn-Book, except that one stanza of the music is missing (one might simply repeat a section, such as the 3rd, since stanzas 3 and 4 have a similar voice; or else re-introduce the 2nd between the 3rd and 4th). A common tune that may be substituted is Johann König's "Alles ist an Gottes Segen."
This incomplete sample in the Aachen Proser suggests a more florid version of the melody.
ON THIS FEAST of solemn splendor, Praise to Christ our Life we render, For the Lance of vict'ry blest, Echoing strains of jubilation At the spear that for salvation Pierced our Prince and Savior's breast.
2. (All mankind must make confession: Thee we thrust with our transgression, Bound in sin and mortal strife): Worship Him who wrought redemption And from punishment, exemption: Winning man the cure of life.
3. Hail, triumphant Iron, driven Through the breast of Life, that, riven, Shows to heav'n the open Door. Thou made wholesome in the flowing: Wound us, blessed Spear, bestowing Love for Him, thy harm who bore.
4. Blessed Nails, by which were budded Flow'rets red that sweetly flooded Jesus' every piercèd limb: Let our hearts with love be spilling By your sting our flesh be stilling, Fastening our faith on Him.
5. Naz'reth-born! we hail Thee, Jesus, Thou wast wounded to release us From sin's mortal penalty, Turn to us the Father's favor, That with all the blest for ever We with glory crown'd may be.