Ye holy angels bright
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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, canentibus concinite, qui neniae deficimus. 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. |