God, whose city's sure foundation
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God, whose city's sure foundation Stands upon his holy hill, By his mighty inspiration Chose of old and chooseth still Men of every race and nation His good pleasure to fulfil. Here in England through the ages, While the Christian years went by, Saints, confessors, martyrs, sages, Strong to live and strong to die, Wrote their names upon the pages Of God's blessed company. Some there were like lamps of learning Shining in a faithless night, Some on fire with love, and burning With a flaming zeal for right, Some by simple goodness turning Souls from darkness unto light. As we now with high thanksgiving Their triumphant names record, Grant that we, like them, believing In the promise of thy word, May, like them, in all good living Praise and magnify the Lord. |
Deus, urbem qui fundavit colle stabilem sacro, vehementer inspiravit e quocumque populo quos et legat et legavit ex suo consilio. Nos in Anglia priores Christiani praeeunt: sancti, vates, confessores, martyres perstiterunt, atque Dei servitores manu sua scripti sunt. Horum barbaras pellebat lux doctrinae tenebras, hos et amor incendebat et cupita veritas, horum nocte deducebat mera virtus animas. Quique eorum praedicamus nomina cum gratiis, pariter tuis fidamus, Domine, pollicitis, nec minus bene vivamus cumque laudibus tuis. |