Latinised Hymns

My spirit longs for thee

My spirit longs for thee
Within my troubled breast,
Though I unworthy be
Of so divine a guest.

Of so divine a guest
unworthy though I be,
Yet has my heart no rest
Unless it come from thee.

Unless it come from thee,
In vain I look around;
In all that I can see
No rest is to be found.

No rest is to be found
But in thy blessed love:
O let my wish be crowned,
And send it from above!

J.Byrom

Ut desiderium
me distrahit Dei,
indignus ita sum
receptor Domini.

Receptor Domini
indignus ego sum;
nec habeo nisi
quod is dat otium.

Is ni dat otium,
fraudantur oculi,
nec usquam paululum
videtur otii.

Videtur otii
fons eius esse amor,
qui dum fluat mihi,
sum laeto laetior.