Sequence by Adam of St. Victor:
Forma lucis aeternalis
Et exemplar gloriae:
Dies felix, dies laeta,
In quo Petrus fit athleta
Hic ignotus, simplex, egens,
Quaerit, hami sorte degens,
Indigenti, sed fideli
Committuntur claves coeli,
Nam in mari rete locat,
Sed a mari Christus vocat
Et vocantem sequitur:
Remum calcat, rete spernens;
Navem linquit, Christum cernens,
Cujus verbo pascitur.
Novae remus speciei
Rete novum datur ei,
Forma navis alia;
Nam fit remus coeli clavis,
Rete verbum, Petri navis
Praesens est Ecclesia.
Quem contundunt maris fluctus,
Hujus mundi juges luctus,
Terror et tristitia;
Quae conformat lupus agnis
Et pusilla jungens magnis
Hic est pastor sacri gregis,
Hic archivus summi Regis,
Hic piscator hominum;
Super aquas maris pergit,
Vacillantem mare mergit,
Sed clamat ad Dominum.
Novum nomen promeretur
Petrus petram, dum fatetur
Vivi Dei Filium.
Sana fides, vox fidelis,
Non ex carne, sed e coelis
Manat hoc mysterium.
Claves duae Petro dantur:
Clavis una, qua librantur
Et secunda potestatis,
Fontem ligans libertatis,
Iter dans ad aethera.
Ter negato quem dilexit,
Flevit, eum ut respexit
Et baptisans animarum
Dulcis rivus lacrymarum
Quid est, homo, quod superbis?
Stare putas in acerbis
Hujus vitae casibus.
Ne praesumas, Petrus ruit;
Ne dififidas, Petrus luit
Noxam jam singultibus.
Cum consorte moesti thori
Justa morte moeret mori
Verbo vitae data vita,
Surgit lecto mox Tabitha
Petri manus sentiens.
Carcer claudit datum poenis;
Membra rigent in catenis,
Rigor ferri emollescit,
Claustra patent, custos nescit,
Misso coeli nuntio.
Mundi caput, fontem mali,
Peste plenam criminali,
Romam intrat spiritali
Petrus actus gladio.
Triumphando mortis ducem,
Reddit caecis vitae lucem,
Et Neronis diram crucem,
Paulo spernit socio.
Simon autem debacchatur,
Alta petit, praeceps datur;
Paulus ense trucidatur,
Petrus ligno figitur;
Sic auditor praeceptorem,
Sic dilectus dilectorem,
Sic redemptus redemptorem
Poena crucis sequitur.
Nos electos de sagena,
Petre, trahe ad amoena
Celsa Syon, ubi coena
Veri Agni vivitur,
Ubi salus, ubi quies,
Expers noctis ubi dies,
Ubi Deus homo fies,
Ubi semper vivitur! Amen.
Englished by Digby S. Wrangham:
Is a type of endless morning,
Counterpart of glory bright:
'Tis a happy, glad, day truly,
When for victory great and holy
Peter arms him for the fight!
Simple, poor, unknown, he seeketh,
From what he in fishing taketh,
His sole means of livelihood:
To him are the keys of heaven -
A poor man but faithful - given,
And to find Christ's flock their food.
Through the sea his nets he hauleth,
But, when from the sea Christ calleth.
Thence he at His call is led;
Quits his oar, his draw-net spurning,
Leaves his vessel, Christ discerning,
By His word thenceforth is fed.
He hath given to him another
Oar, a net unlike his other,
And a different vessel now:
For his oar the key of heaven,
For his net God's word, is given,
For his ship God's Church below.
'Gainst him, like the waves of ocean,
This world's flood of deep emotion.
Fears and sorrows fiercely beat;
Which gives wolves a lamb-like nature,
And, as offerings, every creature
Brings to God, both [small and great].
Of God's flock is he the pastor,
Steward of an heavenly master.
And a fisherman of men:
Walking on the sea he goeth,
Sinking fast, when fear he showeth,
On the Lord he calleth then.
A new name he now possesseth,
Peter! rock! when he confesseth
Christ the Son of God to be.
Sound that faith is, true that teaching,
Not from flesh, - from heaven's self reaching! -
Emanates this mystery.
Unto Peter are committed
Two keys; one for scales is fitted,
Wherein merits' weight to weigh:
One the key of power is, binding
Freedom's fount, or paths ascending
Opening to the realms of day.
Peter, having thrice denied Him
Whom he loved, wept, when beside Him
He looked round who healeth grief:
Cleansing is that balmy river
Of sad tears sore hearts deliver,
And that sigh, fond heart's relief.
Why, O man! art thou so haughty?
Think'st to stand amidst this naughty
World's calamities and cares?
Ne'er presume thou; Peter sinneth:
Ne'er despair; since Peter winneth
Pardon for his guilt by tears!
With his wretched wife the lying
Ananias is found dying,
A most righteous fate is such!
Life the word of life, see! giveth!
Tabitha at once reviveth,
When she feels St. Peter's touch.
Close confined by Herod's orders
In the prison's penal borders,
Fetters stiffening every limb;
Soft the iron's hardness groweth,
Doors fly open, no man knoweth;
'Tis an angel sent to him!
Rome, earth's head, sin's source, chief centre
Where the plague of crime dare venture,
Rome, that Rome, doth Peter enter,
By the Spirit's sword on borne;
Since death's chieftain he o'erthroweth,
Life's light to the blind he showeth,
Treating, while Paul with him goeth,
Nero's dreadful cross with scorn.
Simon, mad, an height ascended
And fell headlong; Paul's life ended
'Neath the sword; and, limbs extended,
Nailed is Peter to the tree:
Thus both taught and teacher, whether
Lover or beloved either,
Saviour thus and saved together,
Share the cross's agony.
Peter! from thy net selected,
Draw us where, with joy perfected,
Sion is on high erected.
And the true Lamb's feast is spread;
Where is rest from this life's fever,
Where night follows daylight never,
Where in endless life for ever
Man shall like to God be made! Amen.