Crux est porta paradisi,
In qua sancti sunt confisi,
Qui vicerunt omnia.
Crux est mundi medicina,
Per quam bonitas divina
Facit mirabilia.
Crux est salus animarum,
Verum lumen et praeclarum,
Et dulcedo cordium.
Crux est vita beatorum,
Et thesaurus perfectorum,
Et decor et gaudium.
Crux est speculum virtutis, Gloriosae dux salutis,
Cuncta spes fidelium.
Crux est decus salvandorum,
Et solatium eorum
Atque desiderium.
Lo, the cross is heaven's portal,
In which trust the saints immortal,
Who have conquered in the fight.
This world finds the cross its healing,
God's own goodness still revealing
By its wonder-working might.
Of our souls it is salvation,
Bright and true illumination,
Hearts' delight without alloy.
Of the blest, life without measure,
Of the perfect, countless treasure,
Their renown and fadeless joy.
Here is virtue's reproduction,
Great salvation's sweet instruction,
Faithful spirits' hope entire.
Of the workers of salvation
Ornament and consolation,
And their ardent souls' desire.
'Tis the tree of Christ, made glorious By His bloodshed meritorious,
Filled with fruits on every hand, Whereby souls are brought to heaven Fed by dainties freely given
To the hosts of that blest land.
Crucified! Thy servant strengthen,
That I may, while life's days lengthen,
Evermore Thy death deplore.
With Thee would I fain be wounded,
By Thine arms to be surrounded
On Thy cross, I ask no more.
HYMNUS DE PASSIONE DOMINI
Christum ducem,
Qui per crucem
Redemit nos ab hostibus,
Laudet coetus
Noster laetus,
Exultet coelum laudibus.
Poena fortis
Tuae mortis
Et sanguinis effusio,
Corda terant,
Ut te quaerant,
Iesu, nostra redemptio.
Sputa, flagella, verbera,
Nobis grata
Sunt collata
Aeterna Christi munera.
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