Latinised Hymns

Ye holy angels bright

Ye holy angels bright,
Who wait at God's right hand,
Or through the realms of light
Fly at your Lord's command,
Assist our song,
For else the theme
Too high doth seem
For mortal tongue.

Ye blessed souls at rest,
Who ran this earthly race,
And now, from sin released,
Behold the Saviour's face,
His praises sound,
As in his light
With sweet delight
Ye do abound.

Ye saints who toil below,
Adore your heavenly King,
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing;
Take what he gives
And praise him still,
Through good or ill,
Whoever lives.

My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above,
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love.
Let all thy days
Till life shall end,
Whate'er he send,
Be filled with praise.


Ad Dei dexteram
manentes angeli
quique itis obviam
eiusdem iussui,
qui neniae

Quis parta requies
terrestre post onus,
a culpa sospites,
spectatur quis Deus,
laudate eum,
qui radiis
vestrum suis
fert gaudium.

Quis durat hic labor,
laudate vos Deum;
dum stet viae tenor,
ciete canticum;
omnes iuvet,
ut in bono
sic in malo,
quod afferet.

Partem cape, anima,
divinitus ovans,
et cum concordia
amorem celebrans;
luces tuas,
dum vixeris,
quicquid det is,
laude impleas.

MM 28.7–1.8.99