Come, O come, in pious lays
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Come, O come, in pious lays Sound we God Almighty's praise: Hither bring, in one concent, Heart and voice and instrument. Let those things which do not live In still music praises give; Nor a creature dumb be found, That hath either voice or sound. Come, ye sons of human race, In this chorus take your place; And amid the mortal throng Be ye masters of the song. Let, in praise of God, the sound Run a never-ending round, That our song of praise may be Everlasting, as is he. So this huge, wide orb we see Shall one choir, one temple be, And our song shall overclimb All the bounds of space and time, And ascend from sphere to sphere To the great Almighty's ear. Then, O come, in pious lays Sound we God Almighty's praise! |
Ite! Quin concinimus piis Dei laudibus? Adsint in harmonia corda, voces, organa. Si quid anima caret, sileat, sed celebret; neve quicquam taceat, cui sonum natura dat. Vosque, hominum genus, vos includat hic chorus: inter animalia dirigatis cantica. Circumito, quo Deus usque laudetur, sonus ut aeterna sit Dei nostra laus perpetui. Orbis, quem conspicimus, templum fiat et chorus; et transcendat canticum tempus atque spatium, se per globos erigens; audiatque Omnipotens. Ergo quin concinimus piis Dei laudibus? |