O sol salutis
Jesu, salvation's Sun Divine,
Within our inmost bosoms shine,
With light all darkness drive away
And give the world a better day.
Now days of grace with mercy flow,
O Lord, the gift of tears bestow,
To wash our stains in every part,
Whilst heavenly fire consumes the heart.
Rise, crystal tears, from that same source
From whence our sins derive their course;
Nor cease, till hardened hearts relent,
And softened by your streams, repent.
Behold, the happy days return,
The days of joy for them that mourn;
May we of their indulgence share,
And bless the God that grants our prayer.
May heaven and earth aloud proclaim
The Trinity's almighty fame;
And we, restored to grace, rejoice
In newness both of heart and voice.
Amen.
O sol salútis, íntimis,
Iesu, refúlge méntibus,
Dum, nocte pulsa, grátior
Orbi dies renáscitur.
Dans tempus acceptábile,
Da lacrimárum rívulis
Laváre cordis víctimam,
Quam laeta adúrat cáritas.
Quo fonte manávit nefas,
Fluent perénnes lácrimae,
Si virga poeniténtiae
Cordis rigórem cónterat.
Dies venit, dies tua,
In qua reflórent ómnia:
Laetémur et nos in viam
Tua redúcti déxtera.
Te prona mundi máchina,
Clemens, adóret, Trínitas,
Et nos novi per grátiam
Novum canámus cánticum.
Amen.
O sol salutis intimis Mode VIII
Liber antiphonarius, 1960, p. 366 · Transcribed by Andrew Hinkley · GregoBase, CC0