A solis ortus cardine

2 min

From lands that see the sun arise

To earth's remotest boundaries,

The Virgin-born today we sing,

The Son of Mary, Christ the King.

Blest Author of this earthly frame,

To take a servant's form He came,

That, liberating flesh by flesh,

Whom He had made might live afresh.

In that chaste parent's holy womb

Celestial grace hath found its home;

And she, as earthly bride unknown,

Yet calls that Offspring blest her own.

The mansion of the modest breast

Becomes a shrine where God shall rest:

The pure and undefilèd one

Conceived in her womb the Son.

That Son, that Royal Son she bore,

Whom Gabriel's voice had told afore;

Whom, in His mother yet concealed,

The infant Baptist had revealed.

The manger and the straw He bore,

The cradle did He not abhor;

By milk in infant portions fed,

Who gives e'en fowls their daily bread.

The heavenly chorus filled the sky,

The Angels sang to God on high,

What time to shepherds, watching lone,

They made creation's Shepherd known.

All honor, laud, and glory be,

O Jesu, Virgin-born to thee:

All glory, as is ever meet,

To Father and to Paraclete.

Amen.

A solis ortus cárdine

Ad usque terrae límitem,

Christum canámus Príncipem,

Natum María Vírgine.

Beátus auctor saéculi

Servíle corpus índuit:

Ut carne carnem líberans,

Ne pérderet quos cóndidit.

Castae Paréntis víscera

Caeléstis intrat grátia:

Venter Puéllae báiulat

Secréta, quae non nóverat.

Domus pudíci péctoris

Templum repénte fit Dei:

Intácta nésciens virum,

Concépit alvo Fílium.

Enítitur puérpera,

Quem Gábriel praedíxerat,

Quem ventre Matris géstiens,

Baptísta clausum sénserat.

Foeno iacére pértulit:

Praesépe non abhórruit:

Et lacte módico pastus est,

Per quem nec ales ésurit.

Gaudet chorus caeléstium,

Et Angeli canunt Deo;

Palámque fit pastóribus

Pastor, Creátor ómnium.

Iesu, tibi sit glória,

Qui natus es de Vírgine,

Cum Patre, et almo Spíritu,

In sempitérna saécula.

Amen.