- Sacra jam splendent decorate lychnis
Templa, jam sertis redimitur ara
Et pio fumant redolentque aceræ
Thuris honore.
- Num juvet Summo Geniti Parente
Regios ortus celebrare cantu?
Num domus David, decora et vetustæ
Nomina gentis?
- Gratius nobis memorare parvum
Nazaræ tectum, tenuemque cultum,
Gratius Jesu tacitam referre
Carmine vitam.
- Nili ab extremis peregrinus oris
Angeli ductu, propere remigrat
Multa perpessus Puer et paterno
Limine sospes,
- Arte, qua Joseph, humili excolendus
Abdito Jesus juvenescit ævo,
Seque fabrilis socium laboris
Adjicit ultro.
- Irriget sudor mea membra, dixit,
Antequam sparso madeant cruore:
Hæc quoque humano generi expiando
Pœna luatur.
- Assidet Nato pia Mater almo,
Assidet Sponso bona nupta; felix
Si potest curas relevare fessis
Munere amico.
- O neque experts, operæ et laboris,
Nec mali ignri, miseros juvate,
Quos reluctantes per acuta rerum
Urget egestas.
- Demite his fastus, quibus ampla splendet
Faustitas, mentem date rebus æquam:
Quotquot implorant columen, benigno
Cernite vultu.
- Sit tibi, Jesu, decus atque virtus,
Sancta qui vitæ documenta præbes,
Quique cum summon Genitore et almo
Flamine regnas.
| - A thousand lights their glory shed
On shrines and altars garlanded;
While swinging censers dusk the air
With perfumed prayer.
- And shall we sing the ancestry
Of Jesus, Son of God most High?
Or the heroic names retrace
Of David's race?
- Sweeter is lowly Nazareth,
Where Jesus drew His childish breath—
Sweeter the singing that endears
His hidden years.
- An Angel leads the pilgrim band
From Egypt to their native land,
Where Jesus clings to Joseph’s arm,
Secure from harm.
- “And the Child grew in wisdom’s ken
And years and grace with God and men;”
And in His father's humble art
Took share and part.
- “With toil,” saith He, “my limbs are wet,
Prefiguring the Bloody Sweat:”
Ah! how He bears our chastisement
With sweet content!
- At Joseph’s bench, at Jesus’ side,
The Mother sits, the Virgin-Bride;
Happy, if she may cheer their hearts
With loving arts.
- O Blessed Three! who felt the sting
Of want and toil and suffering,
Pity the needy and obscure
Lot of the poor.
- Banish the “pride of life” from all
Whom ampler wealth and joys befall:
Be every heart with love repaid
That seeks your aid.
- Glory to Thee, O Jesu dear,
Model of holy living here!
Who reign’st, with Sire and Holy Ghost,
O’er heaven’s host.
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