Motet: Orto sole serene / Origo viri / Virga Iesse / [Tenor]
Translation
Quadruplum With the sun of serene newness arising, the fashioner of falsehood flees forth; the virgin gives birth by virtue of divine majesty. hail Mary, mother of grace, who bore the font of goodness. Defend us from the dregs of foulness, from the bond of worldly vanity; let not the author of evil defile. Now charity is in exile, and truth laments silently in the council. For equity in judgment, purity in elocution is oppressed with sadness. Now faith is far from the homeland; falseness and injustice reside in the dominion. Cupidity and envy abide in the treachery; the one in need lacks aid. The malignant bond remains, everywhere the stepmother does injury, perpetually in danger. But the sacred discipline reaches and commands hearts to cut loose from the dart of malice. Boldly relinquish the way of the snake; heretical fraud deeply loves vain glory. By the grace of the true virgin the glory of heaven lies open. Triplum Source of man now made public when the incarnate word, which was already predicted by the prophets, is publicly revealed, not kept secret, when Gabriel, who was chosen, addressed the virgin: “Hail virgin full of grace.” To which she humbly thus replied: “I am the unworthy handmaiden of Jesus Christ.” Now the vein kindness in this covenant is brought to the fore. From fetters of sadness Adam’s race is now redeemed by Christ, who is now born. The forehead of Goliath is smashed when it is struck by David’s smooth rock; it is poured forth. Pharaoh is now tricked, and Egypt is submerged; injurious ill-will is now afflicted, immersed in the depths. Now Israel, free from Egypt, celebrates in joy; to Abraham, who long ago farmed, a promise is now redeemed in joy. A flagon flows with milk and honey, manna now falls from heaven; what daily was not hidden by the veil of the figures, as it pleased the king of heaven, was opened to all eyes from the mother, pure virgin. Duplum O rod of Jesse, you who remain the emblem of clemency, you red rose, virtuous woman of moral purity, fecund virgin, bearer of the news of salvation. The bearer of the secret greets the virgin, saying “You bear God and man.” O miraculous event, that a virgin gave birth and remains pure. At once the crowd of the synagogue tumbled down; the catholic faith deserved to be praised; thus the head of the ancient serpent is pounded to pieces with misery. Let the holy church pour out with jubilation its joy about the mellifluous virgin Mary.