Latinised Hymns

King of glory, King of peace

King of glory, King of peace,
I will love thee;
And, that love may never cease,
I will move thee.
Thou hast granted my request,
Thou hast heard me;
Thou didst note my working breast,
Thou hast spared me.

Wherefore with my utmost art
I will sing thee,
And the cream of all my heart
I will bring thee.
Though my sins against me cried,
Thou didst clear me,
And alone, when they replied,
Thou didst hear me.

Seven whole days, not one in seven,
I will praise thee;
In my heart, though not in heaven,
I can raise thee.
Small it is in this poor sort
To enrol thee:
E'en eternity's too short
To extol thee.

G. Herbert

Te, cum pace decoris
Rex, amabo,
utque duret amor is
incitabo.
Exaudito tu mihi
adnuisti,
et commoto pectori
pepercisti.

Arte te, quanta est mihi,
celebrabo,
cordis et primum tibi
dedicabo.
Culpae reum ut prius
me solvisti,
reum rursus unicus
exaudisti.

Totam per hebdomadem
te laudabo;
corde meo hospitem
te locabo;
vix inesse eo queas
cohibenti;
deficit aeternitas
te canenti.