Exsultet fidelis chorus.
Intactae profudit torus:
Natus est de Virgine,
Sol de Stella.
Sol occasum nesciens,
Stella semper rutilans,
Sicut sidus radium,
Profert Virgo Filium
Neque sidus radio,
Neque Virgo Filium
Cedrus alta Libani
Verbum ens Altissimi
Corporari passum est,
Numquam tamen desinit
Si non suis vatibus,
Credat vel gentilibus,
Crede vel vetera:
Cur damnaberis, gens misera?
Quem docet littera
Ipsum genuit puerpera.
|Let the choir of all the faithful exult in their joy. Alleluia.The Virgin’s womb hath given us the King of Kings! O wonderful mystery!|
The Angel of the great Counsel is born of the Virgin, the Sun is born of a Star!
The Sun knows no setting; the Star is ever shining, ever bright.
As a star gives forth its ray, so does the Virgin her Child.
The star loses naught of its purity by the ray it yields, so neither does the Virgin by her Child.
The lofty cedar of Libanus comes down into our valley, making itself little as the hyssop.
He that is the Word of the Most High God deigns to take a body unto himself; he assumes our flesh.
Isaias had foretold all this; and the Jews, though they knew the prophecy by heart, see not its accomplishment in this mystery.
If they will not believe their Prophets, let them believe the Sybils, who thus sang:
‘Unhappy people, delay not, believe, at least, the ancient oracles! Why wilt thou be cast off, O wretched nation?
This is the Child of whom thy books tell thee: he is the Son of a Virgin-Mother.’