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Tandem fluctus, tandem luctus.
This elegant little Advent Hymn can scarcely be earlier than the fifteenth century.
Storm and terror, grief and error,
Comes the Sun to chase away:
And the morning fast adorning
All the sky proclaims the day.
O true splendour, bright and tender,
Sun of Righteousness on high,
Port Thou showest, source Thou owest
To the Virgin's purity!
Now Thou keepest rest and sleepest
In that zodiac of delight;
Joy hereafter shall with laughter
Hail the coming Monarch's sight.
