Here Our Ubi Laudavérunt Te Patres Nostri
Advent Prose arranged by Peter Foggitt Rorate, coeli, desuper, et nubes pluant iustum; Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour aperiatur terra, et germinet Salvatorem. down righteousness; let the earth open and send forth a Saviour. Ne irascáris Dómine, ne ultra memíneris Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, iniquitátis: neither remember iniquity forever: ecce cívitas Sancti facta est desérta: Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Sion desérta facta est: Jerúsalem desoláta est: Sion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation: domus sanctificatiónis tuæ et glóriæ tuæ, Our holy and our beautiful house, where our ubi laudavérunt te patres nostri. fathers praisèd thee. Peccávimus et facti sumus tamquam immúndus We have sinned, and are as an unclean thing, nos, and we all do fade as a leaf: et cecídimus quasi fólium univérsi: and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us et iniquitátes nostræ quasi ventus abstulérunt nos: away; abscondísti fáciem tuam a nobis, thou hast hid thy face from us: et allisisti nos in manu iniquitátis nostræ. and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities. Vide Domine afflictiónem pópuli tui, Behold, O Lord, the affliction of thy people, and et mitte quem missúrus es: send forth Him who is to come: emítte Agnum dominatórem terræ, send forth the Lamb, the ruler of the earth, de Petra desérti ad montem fíliæ Sion: from the Rock of the desert, to the mount of ut áuferat ipse jugum captivitátis nostræ. daughter Sion: that he may take away the yoke of our captivity. Consolámini, consolámini, pópule meus: cito Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, véniet salus tua: my salvation shall not tarry: quare mæróre consúmeris, quia innovávit te I have blotted out as a thick cloud thy dolor? transgressions: Salvábo te, noli timére, ego enim sum Dóminus Fear not, for I will save thee: for I am the Lord Deus tuus, thy God, Sanctus Israel, Redémptor tuus.
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