Venantius Fortunatus 600 70:
Fragments
1 About Me 8
2 Education
3 Philosophy
4 Politics
5 News
6 Travel
7 Sports
8 Funding
1 Pange lingua.
2 Vexilla Regis.
3 De resurrectione.
Page Data
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Chapters 3
Pages per chapter 1.7 1:24
1 Pange lingua.
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Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle,
 With completed victory rife:
And above the Cross's trophy
 Tell the triumph of the strife:
How the world's Redeemer conquer'd
 By surrendering of His Life.

God his Maker, sorely grieving
 That the first-made Adam fell,
When he ate the fruit of sorrow,
 Whose reward was death and hell,
Noted then this Wood, the ruin
 Of the ancient wood to quell.

For the work of our Salvation
 Needs would have his order so,
And the multiform deceiver's
 Art by art would overthrow,
And from thence would bring the med'cine
 Whence the insult of the foe.

Wherefore, when the sacred fulness
 Of th' appointed time was come,
This world's Maker left His Father,
 Sent the Heavenly Mansion from,
And proceeded, God Incarnate,
 Of the Virgin's Holy Womb.

Weeps the Infant in the manger
 That in Bethlehem's stable stands;
And His Limbs the Virgin Mother
 Doth compose in swaddling bands,
Meetly thus in linen folding
 Of her God the feet and hands.

Thirty years among us dwelling,
 His appointed time fulfill'd,
Born for this, He meets his Passion,
 For that this He freely will'd:
On the Cross the Lamb is lifted,
 Where His life-blood shall be spilled.

He endured the nails, the spitting,
 Vinegar, and spear, and reed;
From that Holy Body broken
 Blood and water forth proceed:
Earth, and stars, and sky, and ocean,
 By that flood from stain are freed.

Faithful Cross! above all other,
 One and only noble tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
 None in fruit thy peers may be:
Sweetest Wood, and sweetest Iron!
 Sweetest Weight is hung on thee.

Bend thy boughs, O Tree of Glory!
 Thy relaxing sinews bend;
For awhile the ancient rigour,
 That thy birth bestowed, suspend;
And the King of Heavenly Beauty
 On thy bosom gently tend!

Thou alone wast counted worthy
 This world's ransom to uphold;
For a shipwrecked race preparing
 Harbour, like the Ark of old;
With the sacred Blood anointed
 From the smitten Lamb that roll'd.

To the Trinity be glory
 Everlasting, as is meet:
Equal to the Father, equal
 To the Son, and Paraclete:
Trinal Unity, Whose praises
 All created things repeat. Amen.

 
2 Vexilla Regis.
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The Royal Banners forward go;
The Cross shines forth in mystic glow;
Where He in flesh, our flesh Who made,
Our sentence bore, our ransom paid.

Where deep for us the spear was dy'd,
Life's torrent rushing from His side,
To wash us in that precious flood
Where mingled Water flow'd, and Blood.

Fulfill'd is all that David told
In true Prophetic song of old;
Amidst the nations God, saith he,
Hath reign'd and triumph'd from the Tree.

O Tree of Beauty! Tree of Light!
O Tree with royal purple dight!
Elect on whose triumphal breast
Those holy limbs should find their rest!

On whose dear arms, so widely flung,
The weight of this world's ransom hung:
The price of human kind to pay,
And spoil the Spoiler of his prey.

O Cross, our one reliance, hail!
This holy Passiontide, avail
To give fresh merit to the Saint,
And pardon to the penitent.

To Thee, Eternal Three in One,
Let homage meet by all be done;
Whom by the Cross Thou dost restore,
Preserve and govern evermore.

 
3 De resurrectione.
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That great Day of wrath and terror,
That last Day of woe and doom,
Like a thief that comes at midnight,
On the sons of men shall come;
When the pride and pomp of ages
All shall utterly have pass'd,
And they stand in anguish, owning
That the end is here at last;
And the trumpet's pealing clangour,
Through the earth's four quarters spread,
Waxing loud and ever louder,
Shall convoke the quick and dead:
And the King of heavenly glory
Shall assume His throne on high,
And the cohorts of His angels
Shall be near Him in the sky:
And the sun shall turn to sackcloth,
And the moon be red as blood,
And the stars shall fall from heaven,
Whelm'd beneath destruction's flood.
Flame and fire, and desolation
At the Judge's feet shall go:
Earth and sea, and all abysses
Shall His mighty sentence know.
Then the elect upon the right hand
Of the Lord shall stand around;
But, like goats, the evil doers
Shall upon the left be found:
"Come, ye Blessed, take the kingdom,"
Shall be there the King's award,
"Which for you, before the world was,
Of My Father was prepared:
I was naked, and ye clothed Me;
Poor, and ye relieved Me; hence
Take the riches of My glory
For your endless recompense,"
Then the righteous shall make question,—
"When have we beheld Thee poor,
Lord of glory? When relieved Thee
Lying needy at our door?"
Whom the Blessed King shall answer,—
"When ye showed your charity,
Giving bread and home, and raiment,
What ye did was done to Me."
In like manner to the left hand
That most righteous Judge shall say,
"Go, ye cursed, to Gehenna,
And the fire that is for aye:
For in prison ye came not nigh Me,—
Poor, ye pitied not My lot;
Naked, ye have never clothed Me;
Sick, ye visited Me not."—
They shall say: "O Christ, when saw we
That Thou calledst for our aid,
And in prison, or sick, or hungry,
To relieve have we delayed?"
Whom again the Judge shall answer:
"Since ye never cast your eyes
On the sick, and poor, and needy,
It was Me ye did despise."
 Backward, backward, at the sentence,
To Gehenna they shall fly,
Where the flame is never-ending,
Where the worm can never die;
Where are Satan and his angels
In profoundest dungeon bound;
Where are chains and lamentation,
Where are quenchless flames around.
 But the righteous, upward soaring,
To the heavenly Land shall go,
Midst the cohorts of the angels,
Where is joy for evermo:
To Jerusalem, exulting,
They with shouts shall enter in;
That true "sight of peace" and glory
That sets free from grief and sin.
Christ shall they behold for ever,
Seated at the Father's hand,
As in Beatific Vision
His elect before Him stand.
 Wherefore, man, while yet thou mayest,
From the dragon's malice fly;
Give thy bread to feed the hungry,
If thou seek'st to win the sky;
Let thy loins be straitly girded,
Life be pure, and heart be right;
At the coming of the Bridegroom,
That thy lamp may glitter bright.