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O Euchari,
in leta via ambulasti,
ubi cum filio Dei mansisti,
illum tangendo
et miracula eius que fecit videndo.
Tu eum perfecte amasti
cum sodales tui exterriti erant
pro eo quod homines erant
nec possibilitatem habebant
bona perfecte intueri.
Tu autem
in ardente amore plene caritatis
illum amplexus es
cum manipulos preceptorum eius
ad te collegisti.
O Euchari,
valde beatus fuisti
cum verbum Dei,
te in igne columbe imbuit
ubi tu quasi aurora illuminatus es,
et sic fundamentum Ecclesie
edificasti.
Et in pectore tuo choruscat dies
in quo tria tabernacula
super marmoream columpnam stant
in civitate Dei.
Per os tuum Ecclesia ruminat
vetus et novum vinum,
videlicet poculum sanctitatis.
Sed et in tua doctrina
Ecclesia effecta est racionalis,
ita quod supra montes clamavit
ut colles et ligna se declinarent
ac mamillas illius sugerent.
Nunc in tua clara voce
filium Dei ora pro hac turba
ne in ceremoniis Dei deficiat,
sed ut vivens holocaustum
ante altare Dei fiat.
Saint Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179)
Translation:
O Eucharius,
you trod in the path of joyousness
when you tarried with the son of God,
touching Him
and seeing the miracles that He wrought.
You loved Him perfectly
when your fellow-travellers were terrified
because they were men
and had no chance
to see Divine Good perfectly.
But you
in the full love of burning devotion
cherished Him
when you garnered the bales
of His commands for yourself.
O Eucharius,
you were greatly blessed
when the word of God
touched you with the dove’s fire, whence
you were made shimmering like daybreak,
and thus so fashioned
the foundation of Ecclesia.
The daylight gleams in your breast
in which three shrines
stand on a marble pillar
in the city of God.
In your mouth Ecclesia savours
the old and the new wine
which is the potion of holiness.
And in your preaching
Ecclesia is filled with understanding,
so that she has proclaimed in the high places
that the hills and trees should bend
and be suckled by her.
Now, in your shining voice,
beseech son of God for this multitude
that they may not desert the rites of God
but may always make
the living sacrifice before His altar.
Written by: Hildegard von Bingen
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