12. Sícut érat in princípio, et nunc, et sémper, * (rise) et in sæcula sæculórum. Amen. All: Collect (Remain standing) Dóminus vobíscum. Officiant: Hymn: Abroad the Banners Fly Et cum spíritu túo. All: Orémus. Officiant: 1. Abroad the regal banners Quæsumus omnípotens Deus, famíliam tuam propítius réspice: fly, Now shines the cross’s ut te largiénte regátur in córpore; * et te servánte custodiátur mystery; † Upon it Life did death endure, in ménte. Per Dóminum nostrum Jesum Christum Fílium tuum: And yet by death did life Qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitáte Spíritus Sancti, Deus: * † procure. per ómnia sæcula sæculórum. 2. Who, wounded with a Amen. All: direful spear, Did, purposely to wash us clear From stain of sin, pour out a flood Of precious water mixed with blood. 3. That which the of old Hath in mysterious verse foretold, (Follow to Vespers conclusion pg 18) Is now accomplished, whilst we see God ruling nations from a tree. 4. O lovely and refulgent tree, Adorned with purpled majesty; Culled from a worthy to bear Those limbs which MAGNIFICAT sanctifièd were. Second Sunday of Passiontide 5. Blest tree, whose happy branches bore The wealth that did the world restore; Magnificat antiphon Remain standing The beam that did that body weigh Which raised up hell’s Cantors: * All: expected prey. Magnificat Canticle of the Blessed Virgin - Luc. 1:46-55
12. (rise) Sícut érat in princípio, et nunc, et sémper, * et in sæcula sæculórum. Amen. All: Collect (Remain standing) Officiant: Dóminus vobíscum. All: Et cum spíritu túo. Officiant: Orémus. Quæsumus omnípotens Deus, famíliam tuam propítius réspice: † ut te largiénte regátur in córpore; * et te servánte custodiátur in ménte. Per Dóminum nostrum Jesum Christum Fílium tuum: † Qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitáte Spíritus Sancti, Deus: * per ómnia sæcula sæculórum. All: Amen. (Follow to Vespers conclusion pg 18) MAGNIFICAT Second Sunday of Passiontide Magnificat antiphon Remain standing Cantors: * All: Magnificat Canticle of the Blessed Virgin - Luc. 1:46-55 Hymn: Abroad the Banners Fly 1. Abroad the regal banners fly, Now shines the cross’s mystery; Upon it Life did death endure, And yet by death did life procure. 2. Who, wounded with a direful spear, Did, purposely to wash us clear From stain of sin, pour out a flood Of precious water mixed with blood. 3. That which the of old Hath in mysterious verse foretold, Is now accomplished, whilst we see God ruling nations from a tree. 4. O lovely and refulgent tree, Adorned with purpled majesty; Culled from a worthy to bear Those limbs which sanctifièd were. 5. Blest tree, whose happy branches bore The wealth that did the world restore; The beam that did that body weigh Which raised up hell’s expected prey.
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