Christum ducem, qui per crucem (Johann Rosenmüller)

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  • (Posted 2014-07-10)  CPDL #32410:       
Editor: Ross Jallo (submitted 2014-07-10).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 215 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Original key and note values. Editorial slurs and accidentals added.

General Information

Title: Christum ducem, qui per crucem
Composer: Johann Rosenmüller
Lyricist: St. Bonaventurecreate page

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Alto solo
Genre: SacredAria

Language: Latin
Instruments: Basso continuo, 2 Violins

First published:
Description: This solo motet for Passiontide is the third selection in Rosenmüller's Andere Kern-Sprüche.

Original text and translations

Latin.png Latin text

Christum ducem, qui per crucem
nos redemit ab hostibus,
laudet cantus noster laetus,
exsultet coelum laudibus.

Poena fortis tuae mortis,
et sanguinis effusio,
corda terant ut te quaerant
Jesu nostra redemptio.

Per felices cicatrices,
sputa, flagella, verbera,
nobis grata, sunt collata
aeterna Christi munera.

Nostrum tangat cor, ne plangat,
tuorum sanguis vulnerum,
in quo toti sumus loti,
conditor alme siderum.

Passionis tuae donis
Salvator nos inebria,
qua fidelis dare velis,
beata nobis gaudia.

English.png English translation

To Christ, whose cross repaired our loss,
be praise and glory given;
be he the song of our glad throng,
echoing the lauds of heaven.

May the strong throe of thy last woe
thy sacred blood outpoured,
our hearts subdue thy grace to sue,
Jesu, Redeemer, Lord.

By his all-glorious wounds victorious,
spitting, stripes and twisted cord,
gifts ever new to us accrue,
Christ'ʹs measureless reward.

Our hearts forlorn with grace to mourn,
may thy blest wounds supply;
may that rich stream our souls redeem,
kind framer of the sky.

Our hearts uplift with the pure gift
thy passion, Lord, secures;
in pity deign for us to gain
the bliss that aye endures.

tr. Frederick Oakeley