Hildebert of Lavardin

"Save me, Lord! thou King Eternal! From those dark domains infernal, Where is weeping, where is wailing; Where all prayers are unavailing; Where each soul doth self-inherit Proof of its own damned demerit;— Tortures reaping, ever crying, From the worm that is undying; Where no hope can come to sever Life from death, in hell for ever!Me to Zion take in pity! David's Zion, tranquil city! Built by God, of light; its portal Cross of Christ, the wood immortal: Key that locks, the tongue of Peter; Tuned, the songs of gods not sweeter: Walled, heaven-high, the scaleless story, Guarded by the King of Glory?In this city, light eternal Reigns for ever—peace superna; Odors flow in such completeness, Heaven is filled with songs of sweetness;There the soul knows no corruption, Frailty none, nor interruption; None too little, none dilated— All in Christ are consummated.Heavenly city! glorious city! Built upon the rock of pity! City, in whose gates are gathered All I long for, all I fathered! Now I greet thee, thee I sigh for, Whose possession I would die for!With what warm congratulations Meet in thee the joyful nations! How delighted stand they gazing At the walls, with glory blazing— Hyacinth and chalcedony— Heaven's own wealth their patrimony!In this city's streets, for greeting, Clouds of blessed souls are meeting— Singing songs, such as the pious Moses sang for rapt Elias!"

"Cura, labor, studium, sumpti pro munere honores, Ite, aliam posthac sollicitate animam. Me deus a uobis procul euocat. Ilicet actis Rebus terrenis, hospita terra uale. Corpus, auara, tamen sollemnibus excipe saxis. Nanque animam celo reddimus, ossa tibi."