Feria VI 25 Septembris 2026, Hebdomada XXV per annum,
   Hymnus
   
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(c4) CU(d)stó(e)des(f) hó(g)mi(h)num(g_h,) psál(j)li(j)mus(k) An(j)ge(i)los,(h.) (;)
na(j)tú(i)ræ(g) frá(h)gi(gh)li(e'_,) quos(h) Pa(h)ter(i) ád(g)di(f)dit(gh..) (:)
cæ(gf)lé(g)stis(h) có(j)mi(i)tes,(h.,) in(j)si(i)di(g)án(h)ti(gh)bus(e.;)
ne(hi) suc(g)cúm(fvED)be(fh)ret(g) hó(fe)sti(d)bus.(e.) (::)

Nam(d) quod(e) cor(f)rú(g)e(h)rit(g_h,) pró(j)di(j)tor(k) án(j)ge(i)lus,(h.) (;) con(j)cés(i)sis(g) mé(h)ri(gh)to(e'_,) pul(h)sus(h) ho(i)nó(g)ri(f)bus,(gh..) (:) ar(gf)dens(g) in(h)ví(j)di(i)a(h.,) pél(j)le(i)re(g) ní(h)ti(gh)tur(e.;) quos(hi) cæ(g)lo(fvED) De(fh)us(g) ád(fe)vo(d)cat.(e.) (::)
Huc,(d) cu(e)stos,(f) í(g)gi(h)tur(g_h,) pér(j)vi(j)gil(k) ád(j)vo(i)la,(h.) (;) a(j)vér(i)tens(g) pá(h)tri(gh)a(e'_,) de(h) ti(h)bi(i) cré(g)di(f)ta(gh..) (:) tam(gf) mor(g)bos(h) á(j)ni(i)mi(h.,) quam(j) re(i)qui(g)é(h)sce(gh)re(e.;) quic(hi)quid(g) non(fvED) si(fh)nit(g) ín(fe)co(d)las.(e.) (::)
San(d)ctæ(e) sit(f) Trí(g)a(h)di(g_h,) laus(j) pi(j)a(k) iú(j)gi(i)ter,(h.) (;) cu(j)ius(i) per(g)pé(h)tu(gh)o(e'_,) nú(h)mi(h)ne(i) má(g)chi(f)na(gh..) (:) tri(gf)plex(g) hæc(h) ré(j)gi(i)tur,(h.,) cu(j)ius(i) in(g) óm(h)ni(gh)a(e.;) re(hi)gnat(g) gló(fvED)ri(fh)a(g) sǽ(fe)cu(d)la.(e.) (::)
A(efe)men(de..)(::)
   Custódes hóminum psállimus ángelos, natúræ frágili quos Pater áddidit cæléstis cómites, insidiántibus ne succúmberet hóstibus.
   We sing of guardians, angels protecting us, Whom God the Father gave, companions heaven-sent, To make weak nature strong, lest it succumb to foes, Fallen angels who lie in wait.
   Nam quod corrúerit próditor ángelus, concéssis mérito pulsus honóribus, ardens invídia péllere nítitur quos cælo Deus ádvocat.
   The traitor angel fell, and paid for his offense, His honors rightly lost, from heaven driven out, Burning with envy now, he strives to drive away All whom God calls to life on high.
   Huc, custos, ígitur pérvigil ádvola, avértens pátria de tibi crédita tam morbos ánimi quam requiéscere quicquid non sinit íncolas.
   Fly hence, oh angel, fly! O watchful guardian, Come, from your native land, With power turn aside All sickness of the soul, all deadly enemies Who will not leave your friends in peace.
   Sanctæ sit Tríadi laus pia iúgiter, cuius perpétuo númine máchina triplex hæc régitur, cuius in ómnia regnat glória sǽcula. Amen.
   O holy Trinity, to you be endless praise, By whose eternal might the threefold world is ruled May all things praise your Name, through earth and sea and sky, God, whose glory forever reigns. Amen.


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