Latinised Hymns

Lord, in thy name thy servants plead

Lord, in thy name thy servants plead,
And thou hast sworn to hear:
Thine is the harvest, thine the seed,
The fresh and fading year.

Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild,
We trusted, Lord, in thee;
And still, now spring has on us smiled,
We wait on thy decree.

The former and the latter rain,
The summer sun and air,
The green ear, and the golden grain,
All thine, are ours by prayer.

Thine too by right, and ours by grace,
The wondrous growth unseen,
The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace,
The love that shines serene.

So grant the precious things brought forth
By sun and moon below,
That thee in thy new heaven and earth
We never may forgo.

J.Keble

Qui nobis invocatus es,
es sponsus opifer:
sunt tua semen et seges,
autumnus atque ver.

Ferox tibi fidentibus
autumnus incidit,
et nunc ad te suspicimus,
ut ver reniduit.

Tuae sunt ambae pluviae,
aestiva claritas,
spicae maturae seu novae;
precantibusque das.

Quae tua sunt, augmenta tu
interiora dans,
spe molliens, firmas metu,
sereniter amans.

Sic sol te dante lunaque
hic praebeant opes
ut mundo tu perpetue
sis in novo comes.