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THE OCT 24 1932

H E A V E X LY L A X D
FROM THE

JBt (Kontemptu fBuntrt

BERNARD DE MORLAIX MONK OF CLUNY (XII. CENTURY)

RENDERED INTO CORRESPONDING
ENGLISH VERSE

SAMUEL W. DUFFIELD

NEW YORK
Anson I) . K . Randolph
770 Broadway
1867
 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by

ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the District of
New York.

Bradstreet Press.
 To Him
WHOSE LOVE ENCOURAGED THIS WORK j

WHO HAS BEEN THROUGHOUT

Brother more than Father;

I Dedicate
THIS POO It ILLUSTRATION OF

A NOBLE POEM.
 DE HAC POEMA.

How grand these monkish lines appear,

Kept purely through a bitter time ;
What noble rhyme
And what a grace is here !

How sweetly full and calmly strong

They sweep our weaker thought on high-
To what a sky

They urge our hope along !

rare Bernard I doubt no more

!

At that which seemed support divine,

For, line by line,
Shines through the Further Shore.

Old monk ! might I but see the day

Which thou beholdest, where is done
This feeble sun ?
Where earth has passed away ;

1 would not reckon heat or cold,

Or sadness or deep-graven grief,
Since such relief
Attends those streets of gold.
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INTRODUCTION.

NOW and then, down the long years of the

world, the heavenly glory seems to have

broken in upon mankind. Now and then its light

has pierced even the gloom of the Dark Ages, and

has brightened the cell of some poor and lonelv

monk with more than earthly radiance. And while

we remember Enoch, who " walked with God," and
Stephen, who looked " steadfastly up into Heaven,"
and Paul, " caught up" by celestial power, and

John on Patmos, " in the spirit on the Lord's Day,"

we should not forget those other, though later ones,
to whom it seemed as though they gazed across the
boundary stream, and saw, in very truth, the splen-

dor of the Heavenly Land.

v iii INTRODUCTION.

Such a man was Bernard de Morlaix, the Monk

of Cluny, whose poem I bring you here. Although
he designed the " De Contemptu Mundi" as a cen-
sure to the abuses of his time, he could not conceal

the longings which were in his soul. And although

he was no saint, in title, like his contemporary and
namesake, Bernard, Abbot of Clairvaulx, he was
still a saint, indeed. We feel the reality of his

hope ; and while we stand in wonder at the mar-

vellous versification (unparalleled by any before or

since), we are more impressed than ever by its fine

simplicity. Those of his words which relate to

heaven have lived, because they could not die. Such

strains of lofty confidence appeal to every Christian

heart, encouraging the strong, and raising to better

efforts the doubting and the faint. Pilgrims our-

selves, as we trust, to those holy portals, we have

here one of the purest and noblest of all pilgrim-

songs.

His poem consists of three books, containing, in

all, some three thousand lines, and was written about

the year 1145. Living chiefly in the memory of

Protestants, it has yet, until very recently, been
entirely unknown through any English translation.
 INTRODUCTION. j x

The original is so rare, indeed, that a full copy is

not to be found in the United States.

For its discovery and appreciation, we are indebted

to Archbishop Trench. He has taken from various

parts of the longer poem ninety-six lines, which de-

scribe the glories of the Heavenly Land, and has

published them in his " Sacred Latin Poetry," in a

connected shape. But as Daniel, in his " The-

saurus," has, for some reason, given Bernard of
Clunv simply a passing reference, this is, therefore,

the only place from which we, on our side of the

water, derive a knowledge of his work. In the latest

edition of his volume, Trench extends our informa-

tion a little further. The poem is first found in

Flacius Illyricus, Poemm. de Corrupto Ecclesice Statu, p.

247. It has passed, according to Mohnike, through

four editions, " to which," says Trench, " I could

add a fifth." It was dedicated to Peter the Vener-

able, by its author \ and this dedication furnishes us

the monk's own account of the difficulty of his task.

It was first printed at Breme, 1597.

Shortly after its republication, the grandeur of the

composition aroused the interest of the Rev. John

Mason Neale, and encouraged him to attempt its
x INTRODUCTION.

translation. He did so, and, in its sweet, earnest

aspiration, his poem, " The Celestial Country,"
known also as " Jerusalem the Golden," most
amply represents the older hymn. It is even,
in the judgment of a recent writer, u better than
c
De Contemptu Mundi.' " In spirit, the rendering

is perfect — yet, in fact, " The Celestial Country" is

an original composition with Dr. Neale. It has

been most wonderfully popular, in whole or in

parts, and nothing but this can be said against its

merit.

On this ground, then, Dr. Abraham Coles, of

Newark, N. J., has endeavored to attain a more

literal rendering of the " Laus Patriae Coelestis," as

the cento has been named. His fourteen versions of

the " Dies Irae" have placed him in the front rank
of translators, and his ability is beyond dispute.
And yet the anapests which he employs fail to carry

into our language the sounding dactyls of the Latin.

His lengthening of the third portion of the line is a

liberty, moreover, which does not enhance the com-

pactness of the version. While he is at times re-

markably literal, and while he represents better than

any previous translator the exact expressions of the
 INTRODUCTION. X J

original poem, he lacks that soaring fervor which

distinguishes Dr. Neale.

Place has, therefore, still been left for another

effort to bring the Cluniac's verses into a more per-

fect English dress. From this close imitation in

all respects, both Neale and Coles have recoiled.

The compiler of the " Seven Great Hymns" speaks
of Bernard's verse as " so difficult that the English

language is incapable of expressing it." Dr. Neale

states that he u deviated from his ordinary rule of

adopting the measure of the original ; because our

language, if it could be tortured into any distant
resemblance of its rhythm, would utterly fail to give

any idea of the majestic sweetness of the Latin."

Bernard himself exclaims, when recounting its diffi-

culties, and alluding to the failure of Hildebert de

Lavardin and Wichard of Lyons, two eminent ver-
sifiers of his day :
" I may then assert, not in osten-

tation, but with humble confidence, that if I had

not received, directly from on high, the gift of in-
spiration and intelligence, I had not dared to attempt
an enterprise so little accorded to the powers of the
human mind." In commenting upon this extract,

Dr. Coles adds : " What was difficult for the

Xii INTRODUCTION.

author would be tenfold more difficult for the trans-

lator, because there hang upon him numerous clogs

from which the other is free." He says, however,
in another place, that " While one would not care to
prosecute it through a long poem, we are persuaded
the thing could be done, and in a manner to make the

verses tolerably readable and effective"

It is on the strength of this expression that the

present translation is attempted.

The design was formed in Chicago, towards the

latter part of 1866, and occupied intervals of leisure

from that date until its completion, in Philadelphia,

in April, 1867. Its possibility was suggested by an

examination of the Latin verses, as given in the
" Seven Great Hymns," and a confidence that their

structure had been — partially, at least — misunder-

stood. The following analysis will, it is thought,

bear out this statement.

The measure is called " leonine and tailed rhyme,

with lines in three parts, between which a caesura is

not admissible." Each line consists of a first part

composed of two dactyls, a second part containing

two more dactyls, and a third part made up of a

dactyl and a trochee. The last dactyls of the first
 INTRODUCTION. x iii

and second parts rhyme together, and the lines are in

couplets — the final trochees also rhyming. This re-

mark upon the dactylic nature of the rhymes in the

first two parts is not made by Neale or Coles, or

the compiler of the " Seven Great Hymns." They

all italicise the last two syllables, whereas it should
be the last three^ i. e., the foot itself. Take, for

example, the sixth of the introductory eight lines,

Sobria in U holt ||
Improbl pu/uat ||
utraqiie juste,

which is, in all respects, a perfect line — each foot

being a word, and the rhyme unimpeachable. So

with the line immediately succeeding :

Ille \)us$Liiui8 II
Ille grswisslm&s \ ecce! venlt Rex !

The poem is a daring effort to combine a dactylic

hexameter (in which the last syllable is common)

with the monkish rhyming usual in the Middle Ages.
This constitutes its extreme difficulty. It seems,
therefore, that certain principles and licenses which
Bernard employed are lawful in any translation.
They are these which I have placed below :

1. The use of similar, though not identical vowel-sounds (our

" allowable rhymes";, e. g., novFssima and ptT ssima.

2
xiv INTRODUCTION.

2. The rhyming of the two short syllables of the dactyls,

even when introduced by a different consonant, and preceded
by the same syllable, e. g., homo reus and homo Deiis, proelia
and priemia, gloria and sobria, where in each case the con-
sonant goes with the first short syllable in the spelling.

3. The rhyme must, however, be perfectly dactylic, so far as

possible, e. g., tribulatio and recreiitio, laurea and atirea.
4. When Bernard permits himself a license as to the long
syllable (a thing very frequent with him), a translator can
surely be allowed a like privilege in respect to the first short
syllable. Bernard's looseness in this part of the construction
is so great, that it becomes more general tha then usage which
is strictly correct. This led to the belief that the only rhyme
of the first two parts lay in the fact that the first two syllables

of one dactyl were identical with those of the other. A fal-

lacy on the face of it. But, in view of Bernard's own liberty

in the matter, the present translation pays more attention to

the beginning and end of the dactyl than it does to the

middle —that syllable having no accent, either primary or
secondary, and being, therefore, easil) slurred in reading.

But the closing syllable has always been carefully handled,

since this aforesaid secondary accent always comes on it when
the foot is at all broken.

These principles thus laid down have never been

violated by the present version, except in two in-

stances, where the discordance is very slight, and

where it was necessary to preserve an exact agree-

 INTRODUCTION. xv

ment with the original, even in its faults. And the

license then taken is less than Bernard himself has

claimed.

That the present translation may be found accept-

able, is hoped, for several reasons :

1. It is as close an imitation of the measure as can be con-

structed from the English language.

2. It endeavors, like the version of Dr. Coles, to be a true

and literal rendering, line for line, and often word for word.
3. It seeks, so far as may be, to catch the spirit of that
" heavenly homesickness" so admirably seized by Dr. Xeale.
4. Its main purpose, like that of Dean Trench, is to spread

wider through Christendom the knowledge of a poem which

is the ''real and deep utterance" of a fervent soul.

May it, even in some small degree, lift us into a

purer air —placing us on that " Hill called Clear,"

from which our longing eyes can discern the glories

of the Heavenly Land. May it comfort us in our

waiting until u the former things have passed awav,"

and we shall go to be forever with the Lord.

S. W. D.

April, 1S67
THE HEAVENLY LAND
 LAUS PATRIAE CCELESTIS.

HORA noviflima, tempora peilima

funt ; vigilemus !

Ecce ! minaciter imminet Arbiter

ille fupremus !

Imminet, imminet et mala terminet,

aequa coronet,

Re&a remuneret, anxia liberet,

aethera donet ;

Auferat afpera duraque pondera

mentes onuftae,
Sobria muniat, improba puniat
utraque jufte.
Ille piiflimus, ille graviffimus,
ecce ! venit Rex !

Surgat homo reus ! Inftat Homo Deus

a Patre Judex.
 —

"THE HEAVENLY LAND.'

THESE are the latter times, these are not

better times, let us stand waiting:
Lo, how with awfulness He, first in lawfulness,
comes arbitrating !

Nearer and nearer yet ! — Wrong shall in terror set,

right shine refulgent.

Sad ones He liberates, righteous remunerates, ever
indulgent ;

Harshness he mitigates, burdened souls animates,

freeing them lightly ;

Holy ones blesseth He, wicked distresseth He

each alike rightly.
He the benignest One, He the divinest One, see!
as King reigneth ;

God-man from God appears — man bursts the sod

of years —Judgment remaineth!
 LAUS PATRIJE CCELESTIS.

Hie breve vivitur, hie breve plangitur,

hie breve fletur :

Non breve vivere, non breve plangere

retribuetur ;

O retributio ! flat brevis actio

vita perennis ;

O retributio ! coelica manfio

flat lue plenis ;

Quid datur et quibus ? iEther egentibus

et cruce dignis,
Sidera vermibus, optima fontibus,
aftra malignis.

Sunt modo praelia, poftmodo praemia ;

Qualia ? Plena,
Plena refeitio, nullaque paffio,

nullaque poena.
Spe modo vivitur, et Syon angitur
a Babylone ;

Nunc tribulatio ; tunc recreatio,

fceptra, coronae ;

Tunc nova gloria pectora fobria

clarificabit,

Solvet enigmata, veraque fabbata

continuabit.
Liber et hoftibus, et dominantibus
ibit Hebraeus ;

Liber habebit'ur et celebrabitur

hinc jubilaeus.
 THE HEAVENLY LAND. 5

Briefly we tarry here, briefly are harried here, here

is brief sorrow ;

But not to brevity comes our longevity due on

that morrow.
O morn victorious ! short fight and glorious — then
life unending :

O morn victorious ! homes meritorious on us at-

tending.
u What and to whom given ?" Fullness of high
heaven to the unworthy ;

Best things to heedless ones, guerdons to speed-

less ones, stars to the earthy.
Battle's malignities gain for us dignities — " What
are they ?" say you ?

Full, full replenishment, freedom from banishment,

none there to fray you.
Though she is bound and fast, Sion is crowned at

last (hope rules our going).

Now, tribulation comes ; then, new creation comes.,
kingdoms bestowing.
Then shall fresh glory-light make the old story
bright, raising each spirit,

Ending obscurity ; true Sabbath purity then we

inherit.

Far over many seas, kept from his enemies, sing-

ing in gladness,
Then shall the Jew go free, holding his jubilee,
rescued from sadness.

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 ; :

LAUS PATRIAE CCELESTIS.

Patria luminis, infcia turbinis,

infcia litis,

Cive replebitur, amplificabitur

Ifraelitis :

Patria fplendida, terraque florida,

libera fpinis,
Danda fidelibus eft ibi civibus,
hie peregrinis.
Tunc erit omnibus infpicientibus
ora Tonantis
Summa potentia, plena fcientia,
pax pia fanclis
Pax fine crimine, pax fine turbine,
pax fine rixa,

Meta laboribus, atque tumultibus

anchora fixa.

Pars mea Rex meus, in proprio Deus

ipfe decore
Vifus amabitur, atque videbitur
Au&or in ore.

Tunc Jacob Ifrael, et Lia tunc Rachel

efficietur \

Tunc Syon atria pulchraque patria

perficietur
O bona Patria ! lumina fobria
te fpeculantur,

Ad tua nomina fobria lumina

collacrymantur
 —

THE HEAVENLY LAND. n

Land of delightfulness, safe from all spitefulness,

safe from all trouble,
Thou shalt be filled again, Israel built again, joy
shall redouble.

Land all beneficent, country magnificent, succored

from dangers,
Given thou art to be and there have part in thee
home-born and strangers ;

While upon men around, glory shall then abound,

vision supernal
Of that great dignity, full of benignity, peace, pure
eternal
Peace without wickedness, peace without wretch-
edness, peace without quarrel,
Goal to all wanderings, rest to all ponderings, con-
quest and laurel.
Portion shall then be mine in the dear Lord divine ;

I shall distinguish
Him the Sole Beautiful, whom the true dutiful
never relinquish.
Jacob with Israel and Leah with Rachel then
change condition;
Then Sion's palace halls rise where no malice falls,

lift to completion.

O fairest Holy Land, our eyes have wholly scanned

calmly, thy splendor;
At thy mere mention oft, moved by attention soft,
we have grown tender.
 —

LAUS PATRIAE CCELESTIS.

Eft tua mentio pectoris unctio^

cura doloris,
Concipientibus aethera mentibus
ignis amoris.

Tu locus unicus, illeque coelicus

es paradifus,
Non ibi lacryma, fed placidiffima
gaudia, rifus.

Eft ibi confita laurus, et infita

cedrus hyfopo ;

Sunt radiantia jafpide moenia,

clara pyropo :

Hinc tibi fardius, inde topazius,

hinc amethyftus ;

Eft tua fabrica concio coelica,

gemmaque Chriftus.
Tu fine littore, tu fine tempore
fons modd rivus !

Dulce bonis fapis, eftque tibi lapis

undique vivus.
Eft tibi laurea, dos datur aurea,
Sponfa decora ;

Primaque Principis ofcula fufcipis,

infpicis ora :

Candida lilia, viva monilia

funt tibi, Sponfa ;

Agnus adeft tibi, Sponfus adeft tibi,

lux fpeciofa :
 THE HEAVENLY LAND. g

Vision and speech of thee unto us teach of thee

whene'er we languish;
Breath from thy cherished winds, cheers our nigh
perished minds, curing our anguish.
Thou art our Paradise, glowing with fairy dyes
which we strive after ;

Not there come tears again, placidest joy shall

reign, music and laughter.

There, sown in equal guise, cedar and laurel rise
hyssop-attended \

Bright gold and jasper stone, clear as no Hesper

shone, make thy walls splendid.
There, upon either hand, sardius and topaz stand,
amethysts mingle.
There art thou permanent, throne of the firmament,
Christ there is single.
Thou hast no wave or strand, thou hast no grave or
band — rill and yet river !

Sweet wines there flow for us, jewels there glow for
us, radiant ever.
Laurels and golden toys better than olden joys thou
there shalt gather:
Yet in thy deference Jesus hath preference, His art
thou rather.
Lilies like driven snow, gems set in even row, wait
for thy wearing.
That Lamb is still with thee, that Spouse is still with
thee, clear light declaring.
 : :;

10 LAUS PATRIAE CCELESTIS.

Tota negotia, cantica dulcia

dulce tonare,
Tam mala debita, quam bona praebita
conjubilare.
Urbs Syon aurea, patria lactea,

cive decora,
Omne cor obruis, omnibus obftruis
et cor et ora.
Nefcio, nefcio, quae jubilatio,
lux tibi quali«,

Quam focialia gaudia, gloria

quam fpecialis :

Laude ftudens ea tollere, mens mea

vi&a fatifcit

O bona gloria ! vincor ; in omnia

laus tua vicit.
Sunt Syon atria conjubilantia,

martyre plena,
Cive micantia, Principe ftantia,

luce ferena
Eft ibi pafcua, mitibus afflua,
praeftita fan&is,

Regis ibi thronus, agminis et fonus

eft epulantis.

Gens duce splendida, concio Candida

veftibus albis
Sunt fine fletibus in Syon aedibus,

aedibus almis
 THE HEAVENLY LAND. j l

No occupation there, no aspiration there, save but

sweet singing,
Telling of life preserved granted for grief deserved,
gratitude bringing.
City of lustre rare, none but the just are there,
thou shalt not crumble ;

Proud hearts are stupefied and, from the Crucified,

learn to be humble.
Naught I know, naught I know, what joys then
ought to grow, what rays shine o'er thee,
How deep thy pleasures are, how rare thy treasures
are, in years before thee !

When I have tried thy praise, wonder denied my

lays, foiled I desisted.

O best of any light ! in thee does any sight fail un-

assisted.

There is the corridor where martyrs o'er and o'er

sing, all together ;

There is the shining host, Jesus enshrining most in

the clear weather ;

There is the pasture ground where all the meek are

found, where saints are resting ;

There is the royal throne, whither comes joy alone,

joined with glad feasting ;

There is a nation bright in congregation white, clad

in pure raiment ;

No lamentations there ! such habitations fair ask for

no payment.
 — — ;: :

I2 LAUS PATRIAE CCELESTIS.

Sunt fine crimine, funt fine turbine,

funt fine lite

In Syon aedibus editioribus

Ifraelitae.

Urbs Syon inclyta, gloria debita

glorificandis,
Tu bona vifibus interioribus
intima pandis
Intima lumina, mentis acumina
te fpeculantur,

Pectora flammea fpe modo, poftea

forte lucrantur.

Urbs Syon unica, manfio myftica,

condita coelo,
Nunc tibi gaudeo, nunc mihi lugeo
triftor, anhelo
Te quia corpore non queo, pecl:ore
faepe pene»tro,

Sed caro terrea, terraque carnea,

mox cado retro.
Nemo retexere, nemoque promere
fuftinet ore,

Quo tua moenia, quo capitalia

plena decore
Opprimit omne cor ille tuus decor,
O Syon, O pax
Urbs fine tempore, nulla poteft fore
laus tibi mendax ;
 ! — ;

THE HEAVENLY LAND. *3

Free from all wickedness, free from all wretchedness,

free from contention,
Safely in peace at home Israel shall cease to roam,
cease from dissension.
Sion, thou city blest, they whom thy pity blessed
soon shall possess thee
Thou who bestowest good upon our lowest mood
till we confess thee.
With my mind's vision I scan thine Elysian sky,
study thy story ;

Hope now my burning thought comforts, but turns

me not yet from thy glory.
Sion, majestic place, mansion of mystic grace, heaven-
built o'er me,
Now I rejoice in thee, now does my voice in me
fail — I long for thee !

Thee, though my flesh be weak, strive I afresh to

seek by my heart's yearning
But, through my earthiness and earth's unworthiness,
faint in my learning :

No one discloseth yet, no one exposeth yet, unto us

mortals
Where are thy walls of light, on which there falls

no night, or where thy portals.

Thou dost each soul oppress with thy fair holiness,
Sion the peaceful
City where time is not, praise through my rhyme is

not aught but disgraceful.

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H LAUS PATRIAE CCELESTIS.

O fine luxibus, O fine lu&ibus,

O fine lite,

Splendida curia, florida patria,

patria vitae!
Urbs Syon inclyta, turris et edita

littore tuto,

Te peto, te colo, te flagro, te volo

canto, faluto ;

Nee mentis peto, nam mentis meto

morte perire,
Nee reticens tego, quod mentis ego
filius irae

Vita quidem mea, vita nimis rea,

mortua vita,

Quippe reatibus exitialibus

obruta, trita.

Spe tamen ambulo, praemia poftulo

fpeque fideque,
Ilia perennia poftulo praemia
nocte dieque.
Me Pater optimus atque piiflimus
ille creavit
In lue pertulit, ex lue fuftulit,

a lue lavit.
Gratia coelica fuftinet unica
totius orbis,

Parcere fordibus, interioribus

unclio morbis >
 - —

THE HEAVENLY LAND. jr

O thou secure from sin, whom tears endure not in

thou without striving ;

Land of the rarest grace, country of fairest face

ever surviving !

Sion renowned and vast, thy towers are found at

last in safe location ;

Search for thee, care for thee, love, hope and prayer
for thee, is my vocation.
Not through my good I crave, for nothing good I
have, death is my merit ;

Nor does my reticence court thy beneficence, wrath

I inherit.

Living indeed has been living indeed in sin — living

yet dying :

Guilty already held, pride now already quelled, no

more defying —
Yet do I go in faith ; honors I know He saith crown
my trust rightly ;

Yes, I can seek them still, however weak in skill,

daily and nightly.

Me that divinest One, me that benignest One, God,
has created ;

In my sin bore with me, kept good in store for me,

washed, renovated.
Grace such as His, alone brings us to bliss unknown:
earth's sole provision,
Fitted to spare the cursed, salving with care the worst
from Death's incision.
 6

1 LAUS FATRIJE CCELESTIS.

Diluit omnia coelica gratia,

fons David undans

Omnia diluit, omnibus affluit,

omnia mundans :

O pia gratia ! celfa palatia

cernere praefta,
Ut videam bona, feftaque confona,
coelica fefta.

O mea, fpes mea ! tu Syon aurea,

clarior auro,
Agmine fplendida, ftans duce, florida
perpete lauro,
O bona patria ! — num tua gaudia
teque videbo ?

O bona patria ! — num praemia tua

plena tenebo ?

Die mihi, rlagito, verbaque reddito,

dicque, Videbis.
Spem folidam gero ; remne tenens ero ?

die, Retinebis.

O facer, O pius, O ter et amplius

ille beatus,
Cui fua pars Deus !
—O mifer, O reus,
hac viduatus !

Bernardus Cluniacensis.
 —

THE HEAVENLY LAND. J

7

Grace our guilt sweeps away, David's fount keeps

alway freshly upspringing ;

That stream which flows for all, that which arose

for all, all pureness bringing.

O thou abounding love, be thou redounding love!

show me thy dwelling,
That I may see the blessed gathered with thee at
rest — hear anthems swelling.
O thou, my trust of old, Sion, whose dust of gold
our gold outshineth,
Where saints in long array, praise Christ with song
alway — no flower declineth.
Father-land best for me, shall / find rest in thee ?

shall / behold thee ?

Father-land best for me, shall / be blessed in thee ?

shall grace enfold me ?

Speak me now I pray, answer and show the way,

to
" Thou shalt gain me."
say
Then shall my trust be strong but wilt thou tarry —
long ? O say " Attain me."
Sacred and free from ill, blessings for thee fulfil,

widening ever :

God shall thy stay appear — Ah ! how shall they ap-

pear who from Him sever !

Explicit.

Dona nobis, Domine,

Haecce amplioraque
Filii e sanguine. — Amen !
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"JUST AS I AM,"

Ille qui fum, et line fpe

Nifi. in tuo fanguine
Et in vocatu apud Te,
O Dei Agne, venio !

Ille qui fum, nee commorans

Ut purus fim, at obfecrana
Ad Te qui nunc ftas condonans,
O Dei Agne, venio !

Ille qui fum, in proeliis

Jactatus, et in dubiis
Intra extraque femper lis,

O Dei Agne, venio !

Ille qui fum, miferrimus,

Caecus pauperque penitus
(In Te procumbat animus),
O Dei Agne, venio !
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Ilium qui fum recipies

Et purum plane facies

Quod Tibi fido indies,

O Dei Agne, venio !

Ille qui fum ! — Amafti me

Et clauftra fra£ta funt a Te :

Nunc Tuus, Tuus unice,

O Dei Agne, venio !

From the English of Charlotte Elliott.