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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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Inviolata genitrix / Felix virgo / Contratenor / Ad te suspiramus
Inviolata genitrix, Superbie grata victrix Expers paris, Celestis aule janitrix, Miserorum exauditrix, Stella maris Que ut mater consolaris, Et pro lapsis deprecaris Humiliter, Gracie fons singularis Que angelis dominaris. Celeriter Para nobis tutum iter, Juvaque nos viriliter Nam perimus, Invadimur hositiliter Sed tuimur debiliter, Neque scimus Quo tendere nos possimus, Nec per quem salvi erimus Nisi per te; Eya! ergo poscimus Ut sub alis tuis simus Et versus nos te converte.
Felix virgo, mater Christi, Que gaudium mundo tristi Ortu tui contulisti, Dulcissima, Sic hereses peremisti Dum angelo credidisti Filiumque genuisti, Castissima. Roga natum, piissima, Ut pellat mala plurima Tormentaque gravissima, Que patimur; Nam a gente ditissima, Lux lucis splendidissima, De sublimi ad infima Deducimur; Cunctis bonis exuimur, Ab impiis persequimur, Per quos jugo subicimur Servitutis, Nam sicut ceci gradimur Nec directorem sequimur, Sed a viis retrahimur Nobis tutis. Gracie fons et virtutis, Sola nostra spes salutis, Miserere destitutis Auxilio, Ut a culpis absolutis Et ad rectum iter ductis Inimicisque destructis Pax sit nobis cum gaudio.
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes …
Guillaume de Machaut (c1300-1377)
Virgin mother, beloved conqueress of pride without peer. Door-keeper of the heavenly palace, you who hearken to the prayers of the wretched, star of the sea, you who comfort like a mother, and you who intercede for our sins with mildness, fountain of singular grace and ruler of angels, quickly prepare a safe journey for us, help us decisively for we perish, we are violently attacked but are feebly defended, nor do we know where we may turn, nor by whom we may be saved if not by you; ah! therefore we pray that we may come under your wings and turn you towards us.
O happy Virgin, mother of Christ who brought joy to a sad world by your birth. Sweetest one, you vanquished heresy when you believed in the angel and bore your son, most chaste one. Beseech your offspring, most gracious one, that he may banish the many evils and heaviest torments which we suffer; for an abundant tribe, O most splendid light of lights, is leading us ever on a downward path; we are stripped of all good, we are persecuted by the impious by whom we are brought under a yoke of servitude, for we stumble like the blind and follow no leader, but withdraw from the safe paths. Fountain of grace and virtue, our only hope of salvation, take pity upon the destitute and give aid, so that, absolved from our sins and led by the true path, with our enemies destroyed, there may be peace and joy amongst us.