Sung by Donna Stewart (of Mignarda), from the 2014 album Adoro Te: Gregorian chant hymns &

Marian
antiphons, available at http://www.mignarda.com recorded live at the Shrine Church of St. Stanislaus,
Cleveland, Ohio.

Ut queant laxis resonare fibris

Mira gestorum famuli tuorum,

Solve polluti labiis reatum,

Sancte Joannes.

Nuntius celso veniens Olympo,

te patri magnum fore nasciturum,

nomen, et vitae seriem gerendae,

ordine promit.

Ille promissi dubius superni

perdidit promptae modulos loquelae;

sed reformasti genitus peremptae

organa vocis.

Ventris obstruso recubans cubili,

senseras Regem thalamo manentem:

hinc parens nati, meritis uterque,

abdita pandit.

Sit decus Patri, genitaeque Proli

et tibi, compar utriusque virtus,

Spiritus semper, Deus unus,

omni temporis aevo. Amen

St. John, release the sins of our lips in order

that your servants may be able to relate your

wonderful deeds with full resound.

A lofty messenger comes from Olympus,

revealing to your father your impending birth,

your name, your conduct, and the sequence of

your life.

That unbelievable heavenly promise set forth in

a few words, when proven true by your birth,

restored voice to the voiceless.

Lying darkly cradled in your mother's womb,

you perceived the King abiding also in his chamber.

Henceforth each set of parents,

with hands outstretched, concealed their children's merits.

Glory be to the Father, and to the begotten Son and to you his comrade, of equal virtue.

One God, for all times, all seasons, all generations.

Sung by Donna Stewart (of Mignarda), from the 2014 album Adoro Te: Gregorian chant hymns
& Marian antiphons, available at http://www.mignarda.com recorded live at the Shrine Church
of St. Stanislaus, Cleveland, Ohio. Ut queant laxis resonare fibris Mira gestorum famuli tuorum,
Solve polluti labiis reatum, Sancte Joannes. Nuntius celso veniens Olympo, te patri magnum fore
nasciturum, nomen, et vitae seriem gerendae, ordine promit. Ille promissi dubius superni perdidit
promptae modulos loquelae; sed reformasti genitus peremptae organa vocis. Ventris obstruso
recubans cubili, senseras Regem thalamo manentem: hinc parens nati, meritis uterque, abdita
pandit. Sit decus Patri, genitaeque Proli et tibi, compar utriusque virtus, Spiritus semper, Deus
unus, omni temporis aevo. Amen St. John, release the sins of our lips in order that your servants
may be able to relate your wonderful deeds with full resound. A lofty messenger comes from
Olympus, revealing to your father your impending birth, your name, your conduct, and the
sequence of your life. That unbelievable heavenly promise set forth in a few words, when proven
true by your birth, restored voice to the voiceless. Lying darkly cradled in your mother's womb,
you perceived the King abiding also in his chamber. Henceforth each set of parents, with hands
outstretched, concealed their children's merits. Glory be to the Father, and to the begotten Son
and to you his comrade, of equal virtue. One God, for all times, all seasons, all generations.