Gaude, plaude, Magdalena, Tumbâ Christus exiit,

Tristis est peracta scena, Victor mortis rediit ; Quem deflebas morientem, Nunc arride resurgentem :

Alleluia resonet.

Tolle vultum, Magdalena,
Redivivum obstupe ;
Vide frons quàm sit amœna,

Quinque plagas aspice ;

Fulgent sicut margaritæ,

Ornamenta novæ vitæ :

Alleluia resonet.

Vive, vive, Magdalena,
Tua lux reversa est,

Gaudiis turgescat vena,

Mortis vis abstersa est;

Mosti procul sunt dolores,

Læti redeant amores :

Alleluia resonet.

Magdalena, turn to life,

Christ has burst the bands of death;

All past that scene of blood and strife, The corpse again has living breath. Whom dead you wept in mournful strain, A living God behold again.

Magdalena, raise thine eye,

See what eye can scarce abide ;

No mortal now, thy God is nigh,

Behold His wounds and gory side;

As gems those wounds, when worn by thee, An honoured guest thou then shalt be.

Magdalena, life to thee,

Life and light alike are given;

To lasting joys thy path is free,

The sting of death from thee is riven;

Grief was thine, but grief is gone,

Thy loving nature finds its home.

Alard.

De Angelo custode.

CUM me tenent fallacia
Mundi fugacis gaudia,

Cœlo vigil mihi datus

Flet atque plorat Angelus.

Sed quando lacrimis mea
Deploro tristis crimina,
Lætatur Angelus Dei,
Qui tangitur curâ mei.

Proinde abeste, gaudia
Mundi fugacis omnia;

Adeste lacrimæ, mea

Plorem quibus tot crimina :

MIRTH and revel mingling gleam,
Brightly streams the joyous eye,

Who shall check the maddened dream?

Weeping stands an angel by.

Mirth and revel vanish all,

Lowly sinks the weeping eye,

Shades of darkness round me fall,
Smiling stands my angel by.

Farewell world, thy power is o'er,
Nor rest, nor joy with thee abide;
The garish noon I'll seek no more,
But mourn my faults at eventide.

F

Ne, lætus in malo, Angelis

Sim causa fletûs cœlicis,

Sed his, nefas lugens meum, Creem perenne gaudium.