Latinised Hymns

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed,
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, "Behold, he prays!"

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.

No prayer is made on earth alone;
The Holy Spirit pleads;
And Jesus on the eternal throne
For sinners intercedes.

O thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray!

J. Montgomery

Fit prex quod anima cupit
audita seu tacens,
clam cum se flamma moverit
in pectore tremens.

Est grave prex suspirium
madens et oculus
levatioque luminum
qua solus est Deus.

Est prex quod simplicissimum
infans balbutiat,
et est sublime canticum
quod chorus erigat.

Fit peccatoris prex ubi
redivit a viis
et "en!" laetantes angeli
clamant "precatur is!"

Prex Christiani halitus,
nativae cui preces;
hanc tesseram monstrabimus
supernas ad fores.

Preci, ne fiat hic modo,
accedit Spiritus;
et es pro nobis e throno,
Jesu, causidicus.

O ducens ad Deum Via,
O Vita (et) Veritas,
(precatus ipse es antea)
precari doceas.