III.

An inn receives me, where unknown
I solitary sit me down:

Many I hear, and some I see,

I nought to them, they nought to me.

IV.

Thus in these regions of the dead
A pilgrim's wand'ring life I lead,
And still at ev'ry step declare,
I've no abiding city here:

V.

For very far from hence I dwell,
And therefore bid the world farewell,
Finding of all the joys it gives

A sad remembrance only lives.

VI.

Rough stumbling-stones my steps o'erthrow,
And lay a wand'ring sinner low;

Yet still my course to heav'n I steer,
Though neither moon nor stars appear!

VII.

The world is like an inn; for there
Men call, and storm, and drink, and swear;
While undisturb'd a Christian waits,

And reads, and writes, and meditates.

VIII.

Though in the dark oft-times I stray,
The Lord shall light me on my way,
And to the city of the sun

Conduct me, when my journey's done.

IX.

There by these eyes shall he be seen,
Who sojourn'd for me in an inn;
On Sion's hill I those shall hail,
From whom I parted in the vale.

X.

Why am I heavy then and sad,

When thoughts like these should make me glad?
Muse then no more on things below;

Arise, my soul, and let us go.

THE MONKISH LATIN HYMN

USED AS A GRACE After MEAT AT MAGDALEN COLLEGE, oxford.

I.

TE Deum patrem colimus,
Te laudibus prosequimur,

Qui corpus cibo reficis,

Cœlesti mentem gratiâ.

II.

Te adoramus, O Jesu,
Te, Fili unigenite,

Te, qui non dedignatus es
Subire claustra Virginis.

III.

Actus in crucem factus es
Irato Deo victima ;

Per te, Salvator unice,
Vitæ spes nobis rediit,

IV.

Tibi, æterne Spiritus,
Cujus afflatu peperit
Infantem Deum Maria,
Eternum benedicimus.

V.

Triune Deus, hominum
Salutis autor optime,
Immensum hoc mysterium
Ovanti linguâ canimus.

TRANSLATION.

I.

THEE, mighty Father, we adore,
And praise thy Name for evermore;
Whose bounty feeds all Adam's race,
And cheers the hungry soul with grace.

II.

Great co-eternal Son, to thee,

With one consent we bow the knee;

For our salvation man become,

Thou didst not scorn the Virgin's womb.

III.

The Paschal Lamb, foreshown of old,
In thee, sweet Jesu! we behold,
And pardon through thy blood receive,
While on thy cross we look and live.

IV.

Thee too, all-hallow'd mystic Dove, We ever bless, and ever love:

Thy wonders how shall we declare? The Lord was born, the Virgin bare!

V.

Almighty everlasting Three,
No other God we have but thee;
Thy glorious work, immortal King,
In triumph thus we daily sing.

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