Scripture Verse

He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all. Isaiah 53:5–6


Richard Mant (1776–1848)

Words: An­cient La­tin, au­thor un­known (Rex sem­pi­ter­ne cœl­i­tum). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Ri­chard Mant, An­cient Hymns from the Ro­man Bre­vi­ary (Lon­don: J. G. & F. Riv­ing­ton, 1837), num­ber 47.

Music: Chi­no John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

John R. Sweney (1837–1899)


Thou, whom their mak­er Heav’n and earth,
Their king the an­gels own,
Son, who through bound­less ag­es shar’st
Th’al­migh­ty Fa­ther’s throne;
Who Ad­am, in Thy im­age made,
Call’dst forth at na­ture’s birth,
And man be­came a liv­ing soul
With body formed of earth:

When Sa­tan’s en­vy and de­ceit
Had hu­man kind de­faced,
By Thee was man’s pri­me­val form,
Incarnate Lord, re­placed;
Thee, of the vir­gin born of old,
Now new born from the tomb,
Who bidd’st us bur­ied from the grave
With Thee re­viv­ing come.

Thou, liv­ing Shep­herd, dost Thy flock
In bath bap­tis­mal lave,
The cleans­ing la­ver of our souls,
And of our sins the grave:
By Thee was borne the cross, the debt
For our trans­gress­ions owed;
From Thee, the price of our re­lease,
The blood spon­ta­ne­ous flowed.

That Thou each year our pas­chal joy
Mayst be, Thy ser­vants give,
Regenerate from the death of sin,
In ho­li­ness to live:
So in per­pe­tu­al hymns shalt Thou,
Who from the dead wast raised,
The Fa­ther, and the Ho­ly Ghost,
Eternally be praised.