Latinised Hymns

My soul, there is a country

My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skilful in the wars:

There above noise, and danger,
Sweet peace sits crowned with smiles,
And one born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious friend,
And - O my soul, awake!
Did in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flower of peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure
But one who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure.

H.Vaughan

Locum superstellarem
ut anima sciat!
Ibi ales militarem
rem doctus excubat;

ibi clamore ablato
renidet pax sedens,
et est praesepe nato
cohors oboediens.

Is comes tibi gratus,
neu te fefellerit,
tibi, anima, est necatus,
cum deorsum huc iit.

Ibi, illuc si mearis,
aeterna pax viret,
quae, Rosa castellaris,
labore te levet.

Desiste nunc vagari:
unus te sospitat
qui, nescius mutari,
salute te beat.