Of Bad Popes and Bad Presidents - For most of the 19th and 20th centuries, the Bishops of Rome were saintly scholars and heroic pastors who inspired great devotion among Catholics because...
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|Deus, qui caeli lumen es|
satorque lucis, qui polum
paterno fultum bracchio
praeclara pandis dextera.
Aurora stellas iam tegit
rubrum sustollens gurgitem,
umectis atque flatibus
terram baptizans roribus.
Iam noctis umbra linquitur,
polum caligo deserit,
typusque Christi, lucifer
diem sopitum suscitat.
Dies dierum tu, Deus,
lucisque lumen ipse es,
Unum potens per omnia,
potens in unum Trinitas.
Te nunc, Salvator, quaesumus
tibique genu flectimus
Patrem cum Sancto Spiritu
totis laudantes vocibus.
|O God, the lamp of heaven high|
And source of light: your shining hand
Unrolls the banner of the sky,
Upholding it above the land.
Dawn, casting up a crimson tide,
Has veiled the stars that saw its rise;
The morning breezes, far and wide,
With dewy breath the earth baptize.
The darkness from the sky has gone
As nightly shadows pass away;
The morning star, sign of the Son,
Arising, wakes the sleepy day.
O God, O radiance wonderful,
Most glorious day and fairest light:
One God, in all things powerful,
Three Persons, matchless in one might!
To you, Our Savior, brightest, best,
On bended knee our prayer we raise;
To Father and to Spirit blest,
With all our power, we offer praise.
|Nox atra rerum contegit|
terrae colores omnium:
nos confitentes poscimus
te, iuste iudex cordium,
Ut auferas piacula
sordesque mentis abluas,
donesque, Christe, gratiam
ut arceantur crimina.
Mens, ecce, torpet impia,
quam culpa mordet noxia;
obscura gestit tollere
et te, Redemptor, quaerere.
Repelle tu caliginem
intrinsecus quam maxime,
ut in beato gaudeat
se collocari lumine.
Sit, Christe, rex piissime,
tibi Patrique gloria
cum Spiritu Sancto Paraclito,
in sempiterna saecula. Amen.
|As earth and all its colors bright|
Are covered by the black of night,
We make our prayer and offer praise
To you, just Judge of all our ways:
That you would take away our sin,
And wash us clean from stain within,
And give, O Christ, the grace we need
To hold off every harmful deed.
Redeemer, see, the mind beset
By wickedness grows dull; and yet
It longs to put dark works away,
To seek you by the light of day.
Drive out the darkness from our heart,
From every corner let it part;
Then shall the heart be truly blessed
Within your light to find its rest.
To you, O Christ, most kindly King,
And to the Father praise we sing;
The Spirit, too, we glorify,
In songs that never fade or die. Amen.
|Copyright 2005 Fr. Thomas Buffer|