6. Virent prata, vernant sata, rivi mellis influunt; Pigmentorum spirat odor, liquor et aromatum; Pendent poma floridorum non lapsura nemorum. 6. Green the pastures, flower-besprinkled, fed by streams with honey filled; All the air is sweet with incense from the odorous herbs distilled; Never fails the ripened fruitage, nor is bloom by winter chilled. 7. Non alternat luna vices, sol, vel cursus siderum; Agnus est felicis urbis lumen inocciduum; Nox et tempus desunt ei, diem fert continuum. 7. Waxeth not the moon nor waneth, need not sun or stars to be, But the Lamb in that blest city shines a Sun eternally; There the daylight is unbroken, night and time have ceased to be. 8. Nam et sancti quique velut sol praeclarus rutilant; Post triumphum coronati mutuo coniubilant, Et prostrati pugnas hostis iam securi numerant. 8. Shine the blessed with a splendor like the splendor of the sun; Crowned in triumph stand they singing that the race of life is run; Now secure, they count the glories of the contest they have won. 9. Omni labe defaecati carnis bella nesciunt, Caro facta spiritalis et mens unum sentiunt; Pace multa perfruentes scandalum non perferunt. 9. Cleansed from every stain of evil, they from carnal strife are free; Flesh made spirit, with the spirit doth for evermore agree, There, released from all temptation, they shall Peace unbroken see. 20. Probes vires inexhausto laboranti proelio, Nec quietem post procinctum deneges emerito, Te que merear potiri sine fine praemio! 20. Strength supply, in heat or conflict, ceaseless struggle to maintain; Grant thy servant, warfare ended, well-deserved rest to gain; Grant that I, Thyself deserving, may Thyself as prize attain! Tr. Stephen A. Hurlbut. Quoted by permission of author. XV. _Lauda, Sion, Salvatorem_ 1. Lauda, Sion, Salvatorem, Lauda ducem et pastorem In hymnis et canticis: Quantum potes, tantum aude, Quia maior omni laude, Nec laudare sufficis. 1. Praise, O Sion, praise thy Saviour, Shepherd, Prince, with glad behavior, Praise in hymn and canticle: Sing His glory without measure, For the merit of your treasure Never shall your praises fill. 2. Laudis thema specialis, Panis vivus et vitalis Hodie proponitur; Quem in sacrae mensa cenae Turbae fratrum duodenae Datum non ambigitur. 2. Wondrous theme of mortal singing, Living bread and bread life-bringing, Sing we on this joyful day: At the Lord’s own table given To the twelve as bread from heaven, Doubting not we firmly say. 3. Sit laus plena, sit sonora Sit iucunda, sit decora Mentis iubilatio: Namque dies est sollemnis Qua recolitur perennis Mensae institutio.