Gaude virgo mater Christi qua te matrem (William Cornysh)
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- (Posted 2024-08-03) CPDL #81487:
- Editor: Bert Schreuder (submitted 2024-08-03). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 172 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Original pitch, note values halved, quartered in the duple time section.
General Information
Title: Gaude virgo mater Christi qua te matrem
Composer: William Cornysh
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTTB
Genre: Sacred, Motet
Language: Latin
Instruments: A cappella
First published: ca. 1500
Description:
External websites:
- Images at DIAMM:
- https://www.diamm.ac.uk/sources/202/#/images?p=106v
- Images at IMSLP:
- https://imslp.org/wiki/Eton_Choirbook_(Various) part 6, starting on page 29.
Original text and translations
Latin text
Gaude virgo mater Christi
Quae te matrem ostendisti
Multis reis corde tristi.
Non est quis quem tu sprevisti
Sua in angustia.
Idcirco mater miscrorum,
Respectum feras peccatorum,
Nam es prona suppressorum
Dare corda compunctorum
Caelis ab miseria.
Nostra spes et advocata,
Cunctis turbis es probata,
Ducens membra venerata
Imis loca per beata
Celsa supra sidera.
Quid vereris te curvare
Miser, et hanc exorare,
Tundens pectus, flens amare;
Sciens non vult refutare
Quemquam in tristitia.
O tu virgo labe carens,
Es labentum semper parens;
Sim et tibi vita parens
Vivens in hoc saeculo.
At nos omnes hic degentes
Recurramus huic, dicentes:
Consolare nos gementes
In te nostram spem ponentes
Mortis in periculo.
English text
Rejoice, virgin mother of Christ,
Who offer yourself a mother
To the many sorrowful sinners in your care.
There is none whom you have ever spurned
In his trouble.
Therefore, mother of mercies,
Look upon us sinners,
for you are close to the oppressed
To bring contrite hearts to heaven
Out of their distress.
Our hope, our advocate,
Proven in the sight of all,
You lead souls poisoned by hell
On to their blessed home
High above the stars.
Why fear then to kneel,
Wretched man, and pray to her,
Beating your breast amid bitter tears;
She knows you, and will turn away
No man in his sorrow.
O Virgin quite without stain,
You are ever a mother to those who fall;
May I in my life be obedient to you
While I live here on earth.
And let us all who dwell here below
Have recourse to her and say:
Comfort us as we cry to you.
For in you we put our hope
As we stand in the fear of death.