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Language:Latin Instruments: 2 tenor- or bass instruments(sackbuts, viols)
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Latin text
Triplum Ecclesie militantis Roma, sedes triumphantis Patri sursum sidera Tamen cleri resonantis Laudem pontifici dantis Promat voce libera!
Gabrielem quem vocavit Dum paternum crimen lavit Baptismatis sumptio Eugenium revocavit "Bonum genus" quod notavit Pontificis lectio.
Quod consulta contio Qua nam sancta ratio Sic deliberavit Ut sola devotio Regnet in palatio Quod Deus beavit.
Certe Deus voluit Et in hoc complacuit Venetorum proli Sed daemon indoluit Quod peccatum defuit Tantae rerum moli.
Dulcis pater poulis, Qui dulcorem poculi, Crapulam perhorres, Pone Lento consuli Rem gregis pauperculi, Ne nescius erris!
Pater naerens filio Spiritus confinio Det prece solemni Gaudium Eugenio Perfecto dominio, In vita perenni! Amen.
Motetus Sanctorium arbitrio Clericorum proprio Cordo meditantis, Nequam genus atrio Recedat ludibrio Umbrae petulanti Nam torpens inertia Longa querens otia Nescivit Eugenium ; Sed juris peritia Cum tota justitia Sunt ejus ingenium Hinc est testimonium: Pacem quaerit ommium Exosus piaculi; Et trinum daemonium Daemonis et carnum Pompam cinvit saeculi.
Quem color ipsi Poli Dic scutum, quod attuli Tibi, pater optime. Sacrum det, quod occuli Tui instar speculi Cernant nitidissime!
Eja te, pulcherrime, Querimus tenerriem, Moram longi temporis Ducimur asperrime, Nescio quo, ferrime Ad fulmentum corporis.
Una tibi trinitas Vera Deus unitas det coeli fulgorem, Quem linea bonitas, Argentea casitas Sectavit in morem. Amen.
Countertenor: Bella canunt gentes, querimur, pater optime, tempus: Expediet multos, si cupis, una dies. Nummus et hora fluunt magnumque iter orbis agendum Nec suus in toto noscitur orbe Deus. Amen.
English translation
Tripulum Seat of the church militant And triumphant unto the heavens For our Lord Seat, too, of the clergy that makes heard And to resound its praise to the Pontiff, Rome raises here liberated voice!
He whom she called Gabriel Upon purifying him of original sin By baptising him, She has renamed Eugenius, Which means 'well-born' On elevating him to the Papacy
That which was of importance in the assembly Holy reason That gided its deliberations Was that devotion alone Should reign in the palace That God has blessed
It is certain that God willed it. And in this he has gratified The lineage of the Benetians; But the Demon suffered For in all this He had no part.
Gentle Father of the people, You who tremble before The seetness and the intoxication of wine Grant unto the consul Lentus The ministry of the poor flock That out of ignorance you do not risk To be mistaken.
Father united with the Son And consubstantial with the Spirit Vouchsafe through solem prayer The joy unto Eugenius, This perfect master Of a long life Amen.
Motetus Through the intercession of hte saints Through the mediating chorus Of the priests themselves Let all the vile things Withdraw from the threshold To the insolent mockery of the shadows From languid indolence That seeks eternal sloth Is unknown to Eugneius; But the master of law And of all justice, These are his true qualities And this is the proof; He seeks peace far everyone, Abominates impiety; He triumphs over the three-fold Demon, And his following And reigns over the pomp of the century.
You whom the people venerate, Say what shield I have offered you, Most kind father. And grant it sanctity That our eyes in it may behold you As in a bright mirror.
And you, most beauteous one, We seek you, most tender one, In the expectation of eternity, And you will lead us across the abysses Wherever they may be, with your iron hand, Even until the dissolution of hte body.
May the Trinity in One, God, the true Unity, Grant you the brightness of heaven Which his cotton-like softness, His silver chastity Have entered into your conduct. Amen.
Countertenor: The people sing of war, and we lament, Most kind father, our times: One single day, if you wish, will deliver many. Silver and time flow away, and the great way of the world Must be accomplished: And yet its God is not known in all parts of the globe! Amen.