Latinised Hymns

Land of our birth, we pledge to thee

Land of our birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in years to be,
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race.

Father in heaven, who lovest all,
O help thy children when they call,
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.

Teach us to bear the yoke in youth
With steadfastness and careful truth,
That, in our time, thy grace may give
The truth whereby the nations live.

Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day,
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.

Teach us to look in all our ends
On thee for judge, and not our friends,
That we, with thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.

Teach us the strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought to hurt the weak,
That, under thee, we may possess
Man's strength to comfort man's distress.

Teach us delight in simple things,
And mirth that has no bitter, springs,
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And love to all men 'neath the sun.

Land of our birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
O Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart, and hand through years to be.

R. Kipling

Nativa terra, studium
nostrumst tibi pollicitum,
adulti quando civibus
adscripti tuis erimus.

Amatos, Pater, supplices
tuos, caelestis, adiuves,
ut tradant cassum vitiis
quod accepere posteris.

Iugo iamnunc adsuesce nos,
ut veritati deditos,
et veritate praediti
simus qua vivunt populi.

Nos continere nos doce
puros per noctem et die,
ut offeramus integram,
cum tempus poscat, hostiam,

id velle non quod comites
sed potius quod tu probes,
ne vulgus nos inliciat
te duce neve terreat.

Firmari nos doce neque
infirmiores laedere,
ut demus homines tuum
hominibus solatium.

Ingenuis laetarier,
ridere non crudeliter
nocentibusque ignoscere
cunctosque amare nos doce.

Nativa tellus, ut tibi
sunt patres nostri mortui,
spondemus, Mater, fore nos
totos in tempore tuos.