Dieterich Buxtehude Membra Jesu nostri - Atlanta Baroque Orchestra

III. AD MANUS IV. AD LATUS
TO HIS H ANDS TO HIS SIDE
Soprano I & II, Alto, Tenor, Bass Soprano I & II, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Quid sunt plagae istae Surge, amica mea, speciosa mea, et veni,
What are these wounds Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away
In medio manuum tuarum? colomba mea in foraminius petrae,
in the middle of thy hands? (Zacharias XIII:6) my dove in the cleft of the rock,
Soprano I in caverna maceriae.
Salve Jesu, pastor bone, in the hidden place of the cliff. (Song of Songs II: 13–14)
Hail, Jesus, good shepherd,
Soprano I
fatigatus in agone, Salve latus salvatoris,
exhausted from your death-agony, Hail, side of the savior,
qui per lignum es distractus in quo latet mel dulcoris,
who by the wood is tormented in which lies hidden the sweetness of honey,
et ad lignum es compactus in quo patet vis amoris,
and to the wood is fastened in which is revealed the power of love,
expansis sanctis manibus. ex quo scatet fons cruoris,
by your out-stretched holy hands. out of which flows the spring of your blood,
Soprano II qui corda lavat sordida.
Manus sanctae, vos amplector which washes clean the filthy heart.
Holy hands, I embrace you
Alto, Tenor, Bass
et gemendo condelector, Ecce tibi appropinquo,
and, lamenting, I delight in you, Behold, I draw near to thee;
grates ago plagis tantis, parce, Jesu, si delinquo.
I give thanks for the terrible wounds spare me, Jesus, if I fall short.
clavis duris, guttis sanctis, Verecunda quidem fronte,
for the hard nails, for the holy blood-drops With shame marked indeed on my face,
dans lacrimas cum osculis. ad te tamen veni sponte
with my kisses while you weep. to you nevertheless I come unbidden
Alto, Tenor, & Bass scrutari tua vulnera.
In cruore tuo lotum to study thy wounds.
By thy streaming blood washed,
Soprano II
me commendo tibi totum, Hora mortis meus flatus
I entrust myself wholly unto thee; At the hour of death may my breath
tuae sanctae manus istae intret, Jesu, tuum latus,
May these holy hands of thine enter your side, Jesus;
me defendant, Jesu Christe, hinc expitans in te vadat,
defend me, Jesus Christ, when expiring, may it rush into thee
extremis in periculis. ne hunc leo trux invadat,
In the final hour of trial. lest it be attacked by the savage lion,
(Quid sunt plagæ repetatur) sed apud te permaneat.
but with thee remain forever.
(Surge, amica mea repetatur)