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| Jesus alone on the Cross |
in pace obdormivit:
electos eripiens
infernum introivit. Ave Maria.
So thus He slept at last in peace,
This death of woe enduring,
And entered Hell's domains, release
For His elect procuring. Hail Mary.
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| The piercing of the side of Jesus |
lancea perforavit:
hinc aqua iuncto sanguine
abunde emanavit. Ave Maria.
And now behold! His sacred Side
The soldier's spear is rending;
Whence gusheth forth a plenteous tide
Of blood with water blending. Hail Mary.
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| The Descent from the Cross |
de cruce ceperunt:
et sepulcrum mundissimum
eidem aptaverunt. Ave Maria.
Whose sacred Body, stark and dead,
Down from the Cross they hurry,
And in a sepulchre's hard bed,
New-made and clean, they bury. Hail Mary.
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| Mary receives the Body of her Son |
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| Christ carried to the tomb |
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| The Resurrection |
a morte resurrexit:
teque a tristitia
discipulosque erexit. Ave Maria.
Who in the morning from the tomb,
By His own power arising
Roused His disciples from their gloom,
Thee, too, with joy surprising. Hail Mary.
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| Peetr and John run to the sepulchre |
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| Two disciples on the road to Emmaus |
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| The Ascension |
ascendit virtuose:
atque in patris dextera
residet gloriose. Ave Maria.
Who o'er the stars full mightily
To Heaven in state ascended,
At God's Right Hand sits gloriously,
Through ages never ended. Hail Mary.
Qui pentecostes ipsum
spiritum emisit:
apostolis pro fervore
ante promisit. Ave Maria.
Who on the day of Pentecost
Sent down from highest Heaven
The promise of the Holy Ghost
Upon the great Eleven. Hail Mary.
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| The Coronation of the Virgin. Fra Angelico. Public domain. |
potenter exaltavit:
et in sua dextera
decenter collocavit. Ave Maria.
Who now for thee to glory raised,
A blessed rest provideth,
At His right hand in honour placed,
Where He in bliss abideth. Hail Mary.
Propter mundi scelera
qui iudex est venturus:
singulorum opera
strenue discussurus. Ave Maria.
Who of the sins of earth shalt come
Once more the Judge unbending
Each work shalt try, and fitting doom
Assign for years unending. Hail Mary.
Dira qui supplicia
est reprobis daturus:
sed electis gaudia
aeterna collaturus. Ave Maria.
Who wicked men to endless woe
Shalt hurl in flames infernal;
But on His own elect bestow
Rewards and joys eternal. Hail Mary.
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| The Last Judgement. Fra Angelico. Public domain. |
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| Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis... |
aureum tuae matris:
Iesu Christe propitium
vultum tui patris. Amen.
Thy Mother's Rosary of Gold,
Sweet Jesus! we repeat Thee;
So may Thy Father us behold
With favour, we intreat Thee. Hail Mary.
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