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 [^ WAV 
 CATHOLIC MMN BOOK; 
 
 A COLLECTION 0F~" 
 
 HYMNS, ANTHEMS, ETC., 
 
 ALL HOLYDAYS OF OBLIGATION AND DEVOTION 
 THROUGHOUT THE YEAR, 
 
 SELECTED FROM APPROVED SOURCES, AND 
 ADAPTED TO GENERAL USE. 
 
 O Filii et Filiae 
 
 Devotas atque debitaa 
 Deo dicamus gratias: 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 I^EW YORK: 
 EDWARD DUNIGAN & BROTHER, 
 
 1.5! FULTON-STREET. 
 1851 
 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1850, 
 
 By Edward Dunigan & Brother, 
 
 In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the South- 
 ern District of New Yorlt, 
 
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 TABLE OF FIRST LINES, 
 
 SHOWING WHERE TO FIND EACH 
 HYMN BY THE BEGINNING. 
 
 AboTe the starry spheres 72 
 
 Jam Christus astra ascenderat. 
 Again the Sunday morn 18 
 
 ^1d templa nos rursus vocat. 
 
 All hail ! dear Conqueror ! all hail 236 
 
 Jesus risen. 
 All ye who seek a certain cure 88 
 
 Quicunque certiim quceritis. 
 All ye who seek, in hope and love 106 
 
 Quicunqae Christum qumritis. 
 Angel Guardian ! guard me sleeping 254 
 
 On going to sleep. 
 
 Angel ! whom God 255 
 
 Angele Dei. 
 At the Cross her station keeping 56 
 
 Stabat Mater dolorosa. 
 
 Bathed in eternity's all beauteous beam 101 
 
 Decora lux cBternitatis aureavi. 
 Bethlehem ! of noblest cities 39 
 
 sola magnarum urbium. 
 
 Children of the Heavenly King 184 
 
 In praise of the Saviour. 
 Come, Holy Ghost ! and through each heart 181 
 
 JN'unc sancte nobis spiritus. 
 ;X)me, let us with glad music 243 
 
 In praise of the Holy Cross. 
 
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TABLE OF FIKST LINES. 
 
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 Come, O Creator Spirit blest 73 
 
 f^eni Creator Spiritus. 
 Come, O Creator Spirit 179 
 
 f^eni Creator Spiritus. 
 
 Daughter of David ! ever fair 165 
 
 Turris Eburnea. 
 Daughters of Sion ! royal maids 46 
 
 Exite SionJiLicB. 
 Dear Angel ! ever at my side 254 
 
 To my Guardian Angel. 
 Dear Husband of Mary ! dear nurse of her Child. . 95 
 
 The Patronage of St. Joseph. 
 • Dear Jesus ! as I wake be nigh 254 
 
 On rising in the morning. 
 Dear Little One, how sweet Thou art 202 
 
 The infant Jesus. 
 '■ Dear Lord ! prepare our souls, and train 180 
 
 For aid in Prayer. 
 Depart awhile, each thought of care 178 
 
 Christmas Vesper Hymn. 
 Down in adoration falling 142 
 
 Tantuin ergo sacramentum, 
 
 Doxology— To God the Father glory be 256 
 
 Deo Patri sit gloria. 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! living stiU 222 
 
 Faith of our Fathers, 
 
 . Father of highest majesty 248 
 
 Life^ passion, and merits of Christ. 
 
 "^ First flow Vet of the desert wild 109 
 
 Hymn to St. Rose of Lima. 
 
 Forth comes the Standard of the King 55 
 
 -|v Vex ill a Regis prodeunt. 
 
 Prom the far-blazing gate of morn 38 
 
 A soils ortus cardine. 
 
 Gate of immortal bliss 168 
 
 Janua cadi. 
 
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TAELE OF FDiST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Gentle Stai- of ocean 131 
 
 Ave maris Stella. 
 
 Giver of life, eternal Lord 120 
 
 Salutis (BteriuB dator. 
 
 Glory and praise to Thee, Redeemer blest 62 
 
 ^ Gloria^ laus, et honor. 
 
 Hail, City of refuge 125 
 
 Salve urbs refugii. 
 Hail, Dial of Achaz 125 
 
 Salve korologium. 
 Hail, holy Joseph, hail 93 
 
 Hymn to St. Joseph. 
 Hail, holy Virgin ! Mary, hail 161 
 
 L,ady of Loretto. 
 Hail, Jesus, hail ! who for my sake 53 
 
 Viva, viva, Gesii. ^ 
 
 Hail, Mother most pure 116 
 
 Salve Virgo Jlorens. 
 
 Hail, O Queen of Heaven enthioned 24 
 
 Ave Rcgina ccelorum. 
 Hail, Queen of the Heavens 121 
 
 Salve mundi domina. 
 
 Hail, Solomon's Throne 123 
 
 <^ Salve area feeder is. 
 
 Hail to Thee ! true Body, sprung 144 
 
 Ave, verum corpus natum. 
 Hail, Virginal Mother 124 
 
 Salve Virgo puerpera. 
 Hail, Virgin most wise 122 
 
 Salve Virgo sapiens. 
 Had, wounds! which through eternal years 52 
 
 Salvete Christi vulnera. 
 Hark ! an awful voice is sounding 28 
 
 En clara vox redarguit. 
 Have mercy on us, God Most High 200 
 
 The Holy Trinity. 
 
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TABLE OF FIEST LINES. 
 
 PAOK 
 
 Head of the Hosts in Glory 171 
 
 ^•^ Ml Saints ! 
 
 Holy Mother ! pierce me through 58 
 
 Sancta Jlater, istud agas. 
 
 Holy of Holies ! rend the veil 166 
 
 Faderis area. 
 
 Holy Spirit ! Lord of light 76 
 
 Veni Sancte Spiritus. 
 Hymns for Weeli-days and Simdays, when not oth- 
 
 wise appointed 15 
 
 Hymns for Sundays and Week-days in Advent 27 
 
 " for the principal Holydays and Saints' days 30 
 
 " for Particular Occasions of Devotion 151 
 
 " before Prayer, Sermon, &c 179 
 
 " before Family Prayer 182 
 
 " Benediction of Blessed Sacrament 140 
 
 " Communion 151 
 
 " Confession 156 
 
 " Confirmation 160 
 
 " First Communion 154 
 
 " For the Souls in Purgatory 193 
 
 " Litany of Loretto 161 
 
 " Month of May 174 
 
 " My Guardian Angel 195 
 
 Prayer before a Picture of the B. V. Mary. 254 
 
 Prayer on rising in the morning 254 
 
 Prayer to a Guardian Angel 254 
 
 » In pulses deep of threefold Love 220 
 
 The Creation of the ^Ingels. 
 
 'Jesu ! Redeemer of the world 30 
 
 Jesu Redemptor omnium. 
 
 Jesu ! the very thought of Thee 40 
 
 Jesu didcis meinoria. 
 
TABLE OF FIEST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Joseph ! our certain hope of life 91 
 
 Cmiitum Joseph decus atque noistra. 
 o Joy of my heart ! O let me pray 174 
 
 Pious Aspirations to the Virgin Mary, 
 Joy to thee, O Queen of Heaven 25 
 
 Reg ilia cceii latare. 
 
 Let the deep organ swell the lay 192 
 
 Hymn to St. Cecilia. 
 Let us with hearts renew'd .' 97 
 
 Sacris solemniisjuncta sint gaudia. 
 ^Light ! Light ! Infuiite Light J70 
 
 Domus aurea. 
 Light of the Soul ! O Saviour blest 154 
 
 Luz alma Jesu mentium. 
 ^^Lo : upon the Altar lies 83 
 
 Ecce paiiis angelorum. 
 
 Lord ! let me shun whatever things 156 
 
 Ex mure docti mystico. 
 
 Lovely flowers of maityrs, hail 37 
 
 Salveteflores martyrum. 
 
 Maker of Heaven, eternal light 27 
 
 Creator alma siderum. 
 Mild and serene, ye angels, appear 187 
 
 Hymn to St. Vincent of Paul. 
 Mother of Almighty God 118 
 
 Te Mater alma J^uminis. 
 Mother of Christ ! hear thou thy people's cry 24 
 
 Alma Redemptoris Mater. 
 < Mother of mercy, day by day 218 
 
 To our Blessed Lady. 
 Mother of mercy, hail, O gentle Queen. . . ." 26 
 
 Salve Regina, Mater misericordim. 
 Mother of om- Lord and Saviour 100 
 
 Te Redemptoris Dominique nostri. 
 ■^ Mother ! to Thee myself I yield 254 
 
 Before a Picture of our Blessed Lady. 
 
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TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 r My God ! accept my heart this day 160 
 
 Offering (lor Confirmation). 
 » My God and my all 151 
 
 Deus meus et omnia. 
 * My God ! how wonderful Thou art 234 
 
 The Eternal Father. 
 
 My God, I love Thee, not because 63 
 
 O Deus, ego atno Te. 
 My soul longeth for Tliee 155 
 
 Longing for Christ. 
 
 Nigher still, and still more nigh 148 
 
 Dies ircc., dies ilia. 
 
 '^No track is on the sunny sky 210 
 
 The jMission of the Holy Ohost. 
 Now at the Lamb's high festival 67 
 
 Ad regias agni dapes. 
 
 ^^*Now doth the fiery sun decline 78 
 
 *''••* Jam sol recedit igneus. 
 
 Now doth the sun ascend the sky 16 
 
 Jam lucis orto sidere. 
 
 Now let the earth with joy resovmd 135 
 
 *^ Exultet orbis gaudiis. 
 
 Now with the fast-departing light 20 
 
 Te lucis ante terminuni. 
 
 Now with the rising golden dawn 17 
 
 ^ Lui, ecce surgit aurea. 
 
 O blest Creator of the light 21 
 
 jw Ducis Creator optime. 
 
 O Captain of the Martyr Host 35 
 
 > "Sfc O qui tuo dux viartyrum. 
 
 O come and mourn with me awhile 205 
 
 Jesus Crucified. 
 O'erwhelm'd in depths of woe 45 
 
 Scevo dolorum turbine. 
 O Faith ! thou workest miracles 241 
 
 Conversion. 
 
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TABLE OF FIKST LINES. 
 
 PAOE 
 
 O Godhead hid, devoutly I adore Thee 145 
 
 Aduro Te devote latens Dtilas. 
 Oh ! Blessed Saint, of snow-white pui-ity 103 
 
 O 7ii7nis feliz meritique cdsL 
 Oh, come, all ye faithful 31 
 
 Adeste jideLes. 
 
 Oh, turn those blessed points, all bathed 48 
 
 Tinctum ergo Christi sanguine. 
 O how the thought of God attracts 231 
 
 Perfection. 
 O it is hard to work for God 224 
 
 The Right must win. 
 O Jesu ! King most wonderful 41 
 
 Jesii rex admirabilis. 
 O Jesu ! life-spring of the soul 99 
 
 Te splendor et virtus Patris. 
 O Jesu ! our Redemption 147 
 
 JesM, nostra Redemptio. 
 O Jesu ! Thou the beauty art 42 
 
 Jesu decus angelicum, 
 O Lord ! another day is flown 186 
 
 Child''s Prayer. 
 
 O mighty Mother ! why that light 214 
 
 The descent of the Holy Ghost. 
 O piu-est of Creatui-es ! sweet Mother ! sweet Maid 127 
 The Immaculate Conception. 
 
 O Queen of sorrows ! raise thine eyes 238 
 
 The Apparition of Jesus to our Blessed Lady. 
 
 O saving Victim ! opening wide 140 
 
 O salutaris Hostia. 
 O see how Jesus trusts himself 227 
 
 True Love. 
 
 O Sion ! open wide thy gates 90 
 
 Templi sacratas pande Sion fores. 
 
 O Thou eternal King most high 70 
 
 Sterne Rex altissime. 
 
TABLE OF FIEST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 O Tliou eternal Source of love 87 
 
 SumiiKE Parens dementioB. 
 O Tliou eternal Source of Love 182 
 
 Sumnne Parens dementia. 
 O Thou, of all ihy warriors, Lord 136 
 
 Dcus tuoram mUitum. 
 O Thou the Heavens' eternal King 158 
 
 Rex sempiter ne coB/itum. 
 O Thou true life of all that hve 23 
 
 Rerum Dcus tenax vigor. 
 O turn to Jc>us, Mother, turn 193 
 
 For the Souls in Purgatory. 
 Our Mmbs with tranquil sleep refresh'd 15 
 
 Somno refectis artubus. 
 
 O what could my Jesus do more 153 
 
 Holy Cummunion. 
 
 O ye angelic bands, attend 190 
 
 Hymn to St. Stanislaus Kotska. 
 
 ■'Rejoice, O ye Spirits and Angels on high 107 
 
 O vos cetherei plaudite cives. 
 Rose of the Cross, thou mystic flower 164 
 
 Rosa mystica. 
 
 Ruler of the dread immense 117 
 
 Sterne Rector siderum. 
 
 See from on high, array'd in truth and grace 43 
 
 Jispice ut Verbum Patris a supernis. 
 
 See ! where in shame the God of glory hangs 64 
 
 Aspice infami Deus ipse ligno. 
 
 Smg, my tongue, the Saviour's glory 51 
 
 Pange lingua gloriosi. 
 
 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory 112 
 
 Pange lingua gloriosi. 
 
 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory 141 
 
 Pange lingua gloriosi. 
 Sing, sing, ye angel bands 219 
 
 The Assumption, 
 
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TABLE OF FIKST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Sins ye praises to the Lord 185 
 
 Praines to the Lord. 
 
 SioD, lift thy voice and sing 80 
 
 Lauda iiion Salvatorem, 
 
 Sou of the Highest, deign to cast 159 
 
 Siinimi Parentis Unice. 
 Spotless Anna ! Juda's glory 105 
 
 Ciarte diet gaudiis. 
 Star of Jacob, ever beaming 119 
 
 O Stella Jacob fulgida. 
 Stai- of the Moniing, Uke an eye 169 
 
 Stella Matutina. 
 
 Sweet Morn ! thou Parent of the Sun Ill 
 
 Jiurura quce Solem parts. 
 
 The Confessor of Christ, from shore to shore 137 
 
 Iste Cuvfessor Domini., colentes. 
 Tlie dawn was purpling o'er the sky 65 
 
 Aurura cmnan purpurat. 
 Tin- life, which God's Incarnate Word 36 
 
 Q«tf dixit, egit, pertidit. 
 The Lord himself, the mighty God 183 
 
 Our Great Protector. 
 The Lord's eternal gifts 134 
 
 JUterna Christi munera. 
 The youth who wealth and courts despised 188 
 
 Uijinn to St, Aloysius Gonzaga. 
 
 These praises and prayers 127 
 
 r Supplices offerimus. 
 This day the wondrous mystery 49 
 
 j\Ji/sterium mirabile. 
 Thou Crown of all the Virgin choir 139 
 
 Jesu corona Virginum. 
 Thou loving Maker of mankind 47 
 
 Audi benigne conditor. 
 
 Thus did Christ in perfect manhood 114 
 
 ^ Lustra rex qui jam peregit, 
 
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TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 To all who would holily live 92 
 
 ".» Qidcunque sanus vivcre. 
 
 To Christ the Prince of Peace 87 
 
 Sumnii Parentis filio. 
 
 Virgin of all vii-gins best 58 
 
 Virgo virginuiii praclara. 
 
 What a sea of tears and sorrow 115 
 
 O qiwt undis lachrymarum. 
 What happiness can equal mine 153 
 
 After Communion. 
 What mortal tongue can sing thy praise 97 
 
 Quis te canat mortalium. 
 While Thou, O my God, art my help and defender 151 
 
 For Communiun. 
 Whilst I dwell, O my God, in this valley of tears. . 198 
 
 For a happy death. 
 
 Whither thus in holy raptiu-e 104 
 
 Quo sanctus ardor te rapit. 
 Why is thy face so lit with smiles 207 
 
 The Ascension. 
 *■ With grateful hearts, let's all combine 193 
 
 Hymn to St. Francis Xavier. 
 
 Ye faithful, approach ye 33 
 
 ^ Adeste fideles. 
 
 Ye sons and daughters of the Lord 58 
 
 Ojilii et filicB. 
 
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HYMiS'S, ATvTTHEMS, ETC. 
 
 WEEK-DAYS, SUNDAYS, 
 
 AND THE 
 
 PKINCIPAL HOLYDAYS OF THE YEAR, 
 
 AND OTHER OCCASIONS OF 
 
 CATHOLIC DEVOTION 
 
THE 
 
 CATHOLIC HYMN BOOK, 
 
 FOR WEEK-DAYS AND SUNDAYS, WHEN NOT OTHER- 
 WISE APPOINTED. 
 
 MORNING HYMNS. 
 
 Somno refectis artuhus. 
 
 UR limbs with tranquil 
 
 sleep refresh'd, 
 
 Lightly from bed we 
 
 spring ; 
 
 Father supreme I to us 
 
 be nigh, [we sing. 
 
 While to thy praise 
 
 Thy love be first in every heart, 
 Thy name on every tongue ; 
 
 Whatever we this day may do, 
 May it in Thee be done. 
 15 
 
HYMNS FOR WEEK-DAYS, ETC. 
 
 Soon will the morning star arise, 
 And chase the dusk away ; 
 
 Whatever guilt has come with night, 
 May it depart with day. 
 
 Cut off in us, Almighty Lord, 
 All that may lead to shame; 
 
 So with pure hearts may we in bliss 
 Thine endless praise proclaim. 
 
 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; 
 
 Hear us, coequal Son ! 
 Who reignest with the Holy Ghost 
 
 While ceaseless ages run. 
 
 Jam lucis orto sidere. 
 
 Now doth the sun ascend the sky, 
 And wake creation with its ray ; 
 
 Keep us from sin, O Lord most high ! 
 Through all the actions of the day. 
 
 Curb Thou for us th' unruly tongue ; 
 
 Teach us the way of peace to prize ; 
 And close our eyes against the throng 
 
 Of earth's absorbing vanities. 
 16 
 
MOKNTNG HYMNS. 
 
 Oil, may our hearts be pure within ! 
 
 No cherish'd madness vex the soul ! 
 May abstinence the flesh restram, 
 
 And its rebellious pride control. 
 
 So when the evening stars appear, 
 And in then- train the darkness bring, 
 
 May we, O Lord, ^vith conscience clear, 
 Our praise to thy pure glory sing. 
 
 To God the Father glory be, 
 And to his sole-begotten Son ; 
 
 The same, O Holy Ghost ! to Thee, 
 While everlasting ages run. 
 
 Lux ecce surgit aurea. 
 
 Now with the rising golden dawn, 
 Let us, the children of the day. 
 
 Cast off the darkness which so long 
 Has led our guilty souls astray. 
 
 Oh, may the morn so pure, so clear, 
 Its own sweet calm in us instil ; 
 
 A guileless mind, a heart sincere, 
 Simplicity of word and will : 
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HYMNS FOE WEEK-DATS, ETC. 
 
 And ever, as the day glides by, 
 May we the busy senses rein ; 
 
 Keep guard upon the hand and eye, 
 Nor let the body suffer stain. 
 
 For all day long, on Heaven's high tower. 
 There stands a Sentinel, who spies 
 
 Our every action, hour by hour. 
 From early dawn till daylight dies. 
 
 To God the Father glory be. 
 And to his sole-begotten Son ; 
 
 The same, O Holy Ghost ! to Thee, 
 While everlasting ages run. 
 
 SUNDAY MORNING. 
 Ad templa nos rursus vocat. 
 Again the Sunday morn 
 Calls us to prayer and praise ; 
 Waking our hearts to gratitude 
 With its enlivening rays. 
 
 But Christ yet brighter shone, 
 Quenching the morning beam; 
 When triumphing from death He rose, 
 And raised us up with Him. 
 18 
 
SUNDAY MORNING. 
 
 When first the world sprang forth, 
 In majesty array 'd, 
 And bathed in streams of purest light ; 
 What power was there display'd ! 
 
 But oh, what love ! — when Christ, 
 For our transgressions slain, 
 Was by th' Eternal Father raised 
 For us to life again. 
 
 His new-created world 
 The mighty Maker view'd, 
 With thousand lovely tints adorn'd ; 
 And straight pronounced it good. 
 
 But oh ! much more He joy'd 
 That self-same world to see, 
 Wash'd in the Lamb's all-saving Blood, 
 From its impurity. 
 
 Nature each day renews 
 Her beauty evermore ; 
 Whence to God's hidden Majesty, 
 The soul is taught to soar. 
 
 But Christ the Light of all, 
 The Father's image blest, 
 19 
 
HYMNS FOB W]EEK-DAYS, ETC. 
 
 Gives us to see our God Himself 
 In Flesh made manifest. 
 Blest Trinity ! vouchsafe 
 That to thy guidance true, 
 What Thou forbiddest, we may shun ; 
 What Thou commandest, do. 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 Te tucis ante terminum. 
 Now with the fast-departing light, 
 
 Maker of all ! we ask of Thee, 
 Of thy great mercy, through the night, 
 
 Our guardian and defence to be. 
 
 Far off let idle \^sion8 tly ; 
 
 No phantom of the night molest : 
 Curb Thou our raging enemy, 
 
 That we in chaste repose may rest. 
 
 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; 
 
 Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
 Who with the Holy Ghost most high, 
 
 Reignest while endless ages run. 
 
 1 Te lucis ante terminum, 
 Rerum Creator poscimus ; 
 20 
 
EVENING HYIklNS. 
 
 Ut pro tua dementia, 
 Sis pr^esul et custodia. 
 
 2 Procul recedant somnia, 
 Et noctium phantasmata ; 
 Hostemque uostrum comprime, 
 N'e polluantur corpora. 
 
 3 Preesta, Pater piisime, 
 Patrique compar Unice, 
 Cum Spii-itu Paraclito 
 Regnans per omae saeculum. 
 
 Liicis Creator optime. 
 
 1 O BLEST Creator of the light ! 
 
 Who dost the dawn from darkness 
 bring ; 
 And framing Nature's depth and height, 
 Didst with the new-born light begin ; 
 
 2 Who gently blending eve with morn, 
 
 And morn with eve, didst call them 
 day : — 
 Thick flows the flood of darkness down ; 
 Oh, hear us as we weep and pray ! 
 21 
 
HYMNS FOE WEEK-DATS, ETC 
 
 3 Keep Thou our souls from schemes of 
 
 crime ; 
 Nor guilt remorseful let them know ; 
 Nor, thinking but on things of time, 
 Into eternal darkness go. 
 
 4 Teach us to knock at Heaven's high door ; 
 
 Teach us the prize of life to win ; 
 Teach us all evil to abhor, 
 And purify ourselves within. 
 
 5 Father of mercies! hear our cry! 
 
 Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
 Who, wdth the Holy Ghost most high, 
 Reignest while endless ages run. 
 
 1 Lucis Creator optime, 
 Lueem dierum proferens, 
 Primordiis lucis novse 
 Mundi parans originem : 
 
 2 Qui mane junctum vesperi 
 Diem vocari prsecipis ; 
 niabitur tetrimi chaos, 
 Audi preces cum fletibus. 
 
 3 Ne mens gravata crimine, 
 Vitse sit exul munere, 
 
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EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 Dum nil perenne cogitat, 
 Seseque culpis illigat. 
 
 4 Coeleste pulset ostium : 
 Vitale tollat prsemium : 
 Vitemus omne noxium : 
 Purgemus omne pessimum. 
 
 5 Prsesta, Pater piissime, 
 Patrique compar Unice, 
 Cum Spiritu Paraclito 
 Regnans per omne saeculum. 
 
 Rerum Deus tenax vigor. 
 O Thou true life of all that live I 
 
 Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway 
 Who dost the morn and evening give, 
 
 And through its changes guide the day 
 
 Thy light upon our evening pour, — 
 So may our souls no sunset see; 
 
 But death to us an open door 
 To an eternal morning be. 
 
 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; 
 
 Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
 Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 
 
 Reignest while endless ages run. 
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ANTIPHONS OF THE B. VIRGIN. 
 
 ANTIPHOXS OF T^E BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 FROM THE FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT TO THE FEAST 
 OF THE PURIFICATION. 
 
 Alma Redemptoris Mater. 
 Mother of Christ ! hear thou thy people's 
 
 cry. 
 Star of the deep, and Portal of the sky ! 
 Mother of Him who thee from nothing 
 
 made! 
 Sinking we strive, and call to thee for aid : 
 Oh, by that joy which Gabriel brought to 
 
 thee, [see. 
 
 Thou Vu-gin first and last, let us thy mercy 
 
 Alma Redemptoris Mater, quce pervia coeli, 
 Porta manes, et stella maris, succurre cadenti. 
 Surgere qui curat, populo : tu quae genuisti, 
 Natm-a mirante, tuum sanctum Genitorem, 
 Yirgo prius ac posterius, Gabrielis ab ore, 
 Sumens illud Ave, peccatorum miserere. 
 
 FROM THE PURIFICATION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN 
 TO PALM SUNDAY. 
 
 Ave Regina ccelorum. 
 Hail, O Queen of Heaven enthroned ! 
 Hail, by angels Mistress own'd I 
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ANTIPH02sS OF THE B. VIEGIN. 
 
 Root of Jesse I Gate of morn ! 
 Whence the world's true Light was born : 
 Glorious Virgin, joy to thee, 
 Loveliest whom in Heaven they see : 
 Fairest thou where all are ftiir ! 
 Plead with Christ our sins to spare. 
 
 Ave Regina ccelorum, 
 Ave Domina Angel crura 
 Salve radix, salve porta, 
 Ex qua mundo lux est orta. 
 Gaude virgo gloriosa, 
 Super omnes speciosa : 
 Vale valde decora, 
 Et pro nobis Christum exora, 
 
 FROM EASTER SUNDAY TO WHITSUNDAY. 
 
 Regina cceli Icetare. 
 Joy to thee, O Queen of Heaven ! Alleluia. 
 He whom thou wast meet to bear; Al- 
 leluia. 
 As He promised, hath arisen ; Alleluia. 
 Pour for us to Him thy prayer ; Alleluia. 
 
 Regina coeli laetare, Alleluia. 
 Quia quem meruisti portare, Alleluia. 
 25 
 
ANTIPHONS OF THE B. VTRGIN". 
 
 Resurrexit sicut dixit, Alleluia. 
 Ora pro nobis Deum, Alleluia. 
 
 FROM TRINITY SUNDAY TO THE LAST SUNDAY AFTKR 
 PENTECOST. 
 
 Salve Regina, Mater miser icor dice. 
 
 Mother of mercy, hail, O gentle Queen ! 
 Our life, our sweetness, and our hope, all 
 hail ! 
 
 Children of Eve, 
 To thee we cry from our sad banishment ; 
 
 To thee we send our sighs. 
 Weeping and mourning in this tearful vale. 
 
 Come, then, our Advocate ; 
 Oh, turn on us those pitying eyes of thine : 
 
 And, our long exile past, 
 Show us at last 
 Jesus, of thy pure womb the fruit divine. 
 
 O Virgin Mary, Mother blest ! 
 
 O sweetest, gentlest, holiest ! 
 
 Salve regina, mater misericordise, vita, dul- 
 cedo, et spes nostra, salve. 
 
 Ad te clamamus exules filii Hevee. 
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SUNDAYS, ETC., IN ADVENT. 
 
 Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes in hac 
 lacrymarum valle. 
 
 Eja ergo advocata nostra, illos tuos miseri- 
 cordes oculos ad nos converte. 
 
 Et Jesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui, 
 nobis post hoc exilium ostende. 
 
 O Clemens, O pia, dulcis Virgo Maria. 
 
 SUNDAYS AND WEEK-DAYS IN ADVENT. 
 
 Creator alme siderum. 
 
 Maker of Heaven, eternal light 
 Of all who in thy name believe ! 
 
 Jesu ! Redeemer of mankind ! 
 
 An ear to thy poor suppliants give. 
 
 When man was sunk in sin and death, 
 Lost in the depth of Satan's snare, 
 
 Love brought Thee down to cure our ills, 
 By taking of those ills a share. 
 
 Thou, for the sake of guilty men. 
 
 Causing thine own pure blood to flow, 
 
 Didst issue from thy Virgin shrine, 
 And to the Cross a Victim go. 
 
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SUNDAYS, 
 
 So great the glory of thy might, 
 
 If we but chance thy name to sound, 
 
 At once all Heaven and Hell unite 
 In bending low with awe profound. 
 
 Great Judge of all ! in that last day, 
 When friends shall fail, and foes combine, 
 
 Be present then with us, we pray. 
 To guard us with thy arm divine. 
 
 To God the Father, and the Son, 
 All praise and power and glory be 
 
 With Thee, O holy Comforter ! 
 Henceforth through all eternity. 
 
 [Within the Octave of the Feast of the Conception.] 
 
 O Jesu ! born of Virgin bright. 
 
 Immortal glory be to Thee ; 
 Praise to the Father infinite. 
 
 And Holy Ghost eternally. 
 
 En clara vox redarguit. 
 Hark ! an awful voice is sounding ; 
 
 " Christ is nigh !" it seems to say ; 
 " Cast away the dreams of darkness, 
 
 O ye children of the day !" 
 
IN ADVENT. 
 
 Startled at the solemn warning, 
 Let the earth-bound soul arise ; 
 
 Christ her Sun, all sloth dispelling, 
 Shines upon the morning skies. 
 
 Lo I the Lamb so long expected, 
 
 Comes with pardon down from Heaven; 
 
 Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, 
 One and all to be forgiven. 
 
 So, when next He comes with glory, 
 Wrapping all the earth in fear, 
 
 May He then as our Defender 
 On the clouds of Heaven appear. 
 
 Honor, glory, virtue, merit, 
 
 To the Father and the Son, 
 With the everlasting Spirit, 
 
 While eternal ages run. 
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HYMNS FOR HOLYDAYS, ETC. 
 
 H T M X S 
 
 FOR THE PRINCIPAL HOLYDAYS AND SAINTs' DATS. 
 
 CHRISTMAS-DAT. 
 
 Jesu Redemptor omnium. 
 
 Jesu, Redeemer of the world, 
 
 Who, ere the earliest dawn of light, 
 
 Wast from eternal ages born, 
 Immense in glory as in might ; 
 
 Immortal Hope of all mankind ! 
 
 In whom the Father's face we see ; 
 Hear Thou the prayers thy people pour 
 
 This day throughout the world to Thee. 
 
 Remember, O Creator Lord ! 
 
 That in the Virgin's sacred womb 
 Thou wast conceived, and of her flesh 
 
 Didst our mortality assume. 
 
 This ever-blest recurring day 
 Its witness bears, that all alone, 
 
 From thy own Father's bosom forth, 
 To save the world Thou earnest down. 
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CHEISTAIAS-DAT. 
 
 O Day! to which the seas and sky, 
 And earth and Heaven glad welcome 
 sing ; 
 
 O Day ! which heal'd our misery, 
 
 And brought on earth salvation's King. 
 
 We too, O Lord, who have been cleansed 
 In thy own fount of blood divine, 
 
 Offer the tribute of sweet song, 
 On this blest natal day of thine. 
 
 O Jesu ! born of Virgin bright, 
 
 Immortal glory be to Thee 
 Praise to the Father infinite. 
 
 And Holy Ghost eternally. 
 
 1 Oh, come ! all ye faithful ! 
 
 Triumphantly sing! 
 
 Come, see in the Manger 
 
 The Angels' dread King 1 
 To Bethlehem hasten ! 
 With joyful accord ; 
 Oh, hasten ! oh, hasten ! 
 To worship the Lord. 
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HYMNS FOR HOLYDAYS, ETC. 
 
 2 True Son of the Father ! 
 
 He comes from the skies ; 
 The womb of the Virgin 
 
 He doth not despise ; 
 To Bethlehem hasten, &lc., as above. 
 
 3 Hark ! to the Angels ! 
 
 All singing in Heaven, 
 " To God in the highest 
 
 All glory be given." 
 To Bethlehem hasten, &c. 
 
 4 To Thee, then, O Jesu ! 
 
 This day of thy birth 
 Be glory and honor 
 
 Through Heaven and earth ; 
 True Godhead Incarnate! 
 
 Omnipotent Word ! 
 Oh, hasten ! oh, hasten ! 
 
 To worship the Lord. 
 
 1 Adeste, ndeles, 
 Lseti triumphantes ; 
 Venite, veuite in Bethlehem ; 
 Natum videte 
 Regem angelorum : 
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CHEISTMAS-DAT. 
 
 Venite adoremus, 
 
 Venite adoremus, 
 
 Venite adoremus Dominum. 
 
 2 Deum de Deo, 
 Lumen de Lumme, 
 
 Gestant puellse viscera : 
 
 Deum verum, 
 
 Genitum, non factum : 
 Venite adoremus, &c. 
 
 3 Cantet nunc lo 
 Chorus Angelorum ; 
 
 Cantet nunc aula coelestium, 
 Gloria in excelsis Deo : 
 Venite adoremus, &c. 
 
 4 Ergo qui natus 
 Die hodierna, 
 
 Jesu, tibi sit gloria : 
 
 Patris eeterni 
 
 Verbum caro factum : 
 Venite adoremus, <fec. 
 
 [For singing.] 
 
 1 Ye faithful, approach ye, 
 Joyfully triumphing ■ 
 3 33 
 
HYMNS FOR HOLYDAYS, ETC. 
 
 Oh, come ye, oh, come ye, to Bethlehem ; 
 
 Come, and behold ye 
 
 Born the King of angels : 
 
 Oh, come, let us worship, 
 
 Oh, come, let us worship, 
 Oh, come, let us worship Christ the Lord. 
 
 2 True God of God, 
 True Light of Light, 
 
 Lo, He disdains not the Virgm's womb ; 
 
 Very God, 
 
 Begotten, not created : 
 Oh, come, let us worship, &c. 
 
 3 Sing Halleluiah, 
 
 Let the courts of Heaven 
 Ring with the Angel-chorus, — 
 
 Praise the Lord, 
 
 Glory to God in the highest : 
 Oh, come, let us worship, &c. 
 
 4 Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, 
 Born this happy morning; 
 
 Jesu, to Thee be glory given : 
 
 Word of the Father 
 
 In our flesh appearing : 
 Oh, come, let us worship, «Sz^c. 
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ST. STEPHEN THE PROTOMARTYE. 
 
 FEAST OF ST. STEPHEN THE PROTOMARTYR. 
 December 26. 
 qui tuo dux Martyrum. 
 O Captain of the Martyr Host ! 
 
 O peerless in renown ! 
 Not from the fading flowers of earth 
 Weave we for thee a crown. 
 
 The stones that smote thee, m thy blood 
 
 Made glorious and divine, 
 All in a halo heavenly bright 
 
 About thy temples shine. 
 
 The scars upon thy sacred brow 
 Throw beams of glory round ; 
 
 The splendors of thy bruised face 
 The very sun confound. 
 
 Oh, earliest Victim sacrificed \ 
 
 To thy dear Victim Lord ! 
 Oh, earliest mtness to the Faith 
 
 Of thy Incarnate God ! 
 
 Thou to the heavenly Canaan first 
 Through the Red Sea didst go, 
 
 And to the Martyrs' countless host, 
 Their path of glory show. 
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HYMNS FOR HOLTDATS, ETC, 
 
 Erewhile a servant of the poor, — 
 Now at the Lamb's high Feast, 
 
 In blood-empurpled robe array'd, 
 A welcome nuptial guest ! 
 
 To Jesus, born of Virgin bright, 
 Praise \\'ith the Father be ; 
 
 Praise to the Spirit Paraclete, 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 FEAST OF ST. JOHN. 
 
 December 27. 
 
 Quce dixit, egit, pertulit. 
 
 The life which God's Incarnate Word 
 
 Lived here below with men, 
 Three blest Evangelists record. 
 With Heaven-inspired pen. 
 
 John penetrates on eagle wing 
 
 The Father's dread abode ; 
 And shows the mystery wherein 
 
 The Word subsists with God. 
 
 Pure Saint ! upon his Saviour's breast 
 
 Invited to recline, 
 'Twas thence he drew, in moments blest, 
 
 His knowledge all divine : 
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HOLT INNOCENTS. 
 
 There, too, with that angelic love 
 
 Did he his bosom fill, 
 Which, once enkindled from above, 
 
 Breathes in his pages still. 
 
 Oh, dear to Christ ! — to thee upon 
 
 His Cross, of all bereft. 
 Thou virgin soul ! the Virgin Son 
 
 His Virgin Mother left. 
 
 To Jesus, born of Virgin bright. 
 Praise with the Father be ; 
 
 Praise to the Spirit Paraclete, 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 HOLY INNOCENTS. 
 December 28. 
 Salvete Jlores martyrum. 
 Lovely flowers of martyrs, hail ! 
 
 Smitten by the tyrant foe — 
 On life's threshold, — as the gale 
 Strews the roses ere they blov/. 
 
 First to die for Christ, sweet lambs ! 
 
 At the very altar ye. 
 With your fatal crowns and palms, 
 
 Sport in your simplicity. 
 
Honor, glory, virtue, merit, 
 Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son ! 
 
 With the Father, and the Spirit, 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 FEAST OF THE CIRCUMCISION. 
 January 1. 
 A solis ortus cardine. 
 From the far blazing gate of morn 
 
 To earth's remotest shore, 
 Let every tongue confess to Him 
 
 Whom holy Mary bore. 
 Lo ! the great Maker of the world, 
 
 Lord of eternal years, 
 To save his creatures, veil'd beneath 
 
 A creature's form appears. 
 A spotless maiden's virgin breast 
 
 With heavenly grace he fills ; 
 In her pure womb He is conceived, 
 
 And there in secret dwells. 
 
 That bosom. Chastity's sweet home, 
 
 Becomes, oh, blest reward I 
 The shrine of Heaven's immortal King, 
 
 The temple of the Lord. 
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EPIPHANY 
 
 And Mary bears the babe, foretold 
 
 By an archangel's voice ; 
 Whose presence made the Baptist leap, 
 
 And in the womb rejoice. 
 
 A manger scantly strewn with hay 
 Becomes th' Eternal's bed ; 
 
 And He, who feeds each smallest bird, 
 Himself with milk is fed. 
 
 Straightway with joy the Heavens are 
 
 The hosts angelic sing ; [fUl'd, 
 
 And shepherds hasten to adore 
 
 Their Shepherd and their King. 
 Praise to the Father ! praise to Thee, 
 
 Thou Virgin's holy Son ! • • 
 Praise to the Spirit Paraclete, 
 
 While endless aofes run. 
 
 EPIPHANY. 
 January 6. 
 sola magnarum urbium. 
 Bethlehem ! of noblest cities 
 
 None can once with thee compare ; 
 Thou alone the Lord from Heaven 
 Didst for us Incarnate bear. 
 
FEAST OF MOST HOLY NAME OF JESUS. 
 
 Fairer than the sun at morning 
 Was the star that told his birth ; 
 
 To the lands their God announcing, 
 Hid beneath a form of earth. 
 
 By its lambent beauty guided, 
 See, the Eastern kings appear; 
 
 See them bend, their gifts to ofier, 
 Gifts of incense, gold, and myrrh. 
 
 Oflferings of mystic meaning ! — 
 Incense doth the God disclose ; 
 
 Gold a royal child proclaimeth ; 
 Myrrh a future tomb foreshows. 
 
 H^y Jesu ! in thy brightness 
 To the Gentile world display'd ! 
 
 With the Father, and the Spirit, 
 Endless praise to Thee be paid. 
 
 FEAST OF THE MOST HOLT NAME OF JESUS. 
 
 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 
 
 JesM dulcis memoria. 
 Jesu ! the very thought of Thee 
 
 With sweetness fills my breast, 
 But sweeter far thy fiice to see, 
 And in thy presence rest. 
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FEAST OF MOST HOLT NAME OF JESUS. 
 
 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 
 
 Nor can the memory find, 
 A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 
 
 O Saviour of mankind ! 
 
 O hope of every contrite heart, 
 
 O joy of all the meek. 
 To those who fall, how kind Thou art, 
 
 How good to those who seek ! 
 
 But what to those who find ? ah ! this 
 Nor tongue nor pen can show ; 
 
 The love of Jesus, what it is 
 None but his loved ones know. 
 
 Jesu ! our only joy be Thou, 
 As Thou our prize wilt be ; 
 
 Jesu ! be Thou our glory now, 
 And through eternity. 
 
 [Jesu Rex admirabilis.] 
 
 O Jesu ! King most wonderful ! 
 
 Thou Conqueror renown'd I 
 Thou Sweetness most ineffable ! 
 
 In whom all joys are found ! 
 
 When once Thou visitest the heart. 
 Then truth begins to shine ; 
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FEAST OF MOST HOLY NAME OF JESUS. 
 
 Then earthly vanities depart ; 
 Then kindles love divine. 
 
 O Jesu ! Light of all below ! 
 
 Thou Fount of life and fire ! 
 Surpassing all the joys we know, 
 
 All that we can desire : 
 
 May every heart confess thy name, 
 
 And ever Thee adore ; 
 And seeking Thee, itself inflame 
 
 To seek Thee more and more. 
 
 Thee may our tongues forever bless ; 
 
 Thee may we love alone ; 
 And ever in our lives express 
 
 The image of thine own. 
 
 [Jesu decus angelicum.] 
 
 O Jesu ! Thou the beauty art 
 
 Of angel worlds above ; 
 Thy name is music to the heart, 
 
 Enchanting it with love. 
 
 Celestial sweetness unalloy'd ! 
 
 Who eat Thee hunger still ; 
 Who drink of Thee still feel a void, 
 
 Which naught but Thou can fill. 
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FRIDAY AT rEE SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 
 
 O my s\v el Jesu ! hear the sighs 
 
 Whicl. unto Thee I send; 
 To Thee iiiine inmost spirit cries, 
 
 My bcing-'s hope and end ! 
 
 Stay wi .. us, Lord, and with thy light 
 
 Illume ilie soul's abyss; 
 Scatter i e darkness of our night, 
 
 And hi I he world with bliss. 
 
 OJesu! potless Virgin flower! 
 
 Our love and joy! to Thee 
 Be praise, beatitude, and power, 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 FRIDAY AF.ER SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 
 
 PRAYER OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST ON MOtTNT 
 OLIVET. 
 
 Aspice Ht Verhum Patris a supei-nis. 
 See from o i high, array'd in truth and grace, 
 
 The r. her's Word descend! 
 Burning to 'leal the wounds of Adam's race, 
 
 And our long evils end! 
 
 Pitying the miseries which with the Fall 
 In Paradise began, 
 43 
 
FRIDAY AFTEE SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY 
 
 Prostrate upon the earth, the Lord of all 
 Entreats for ruin'd man. 
 
 Oh, bitter then was our Redeemer's lot, 
 While whelm'd in griefs unknown : 
 
 " Father," He cries, " remove this cup ; yet 
 not 
 My will, but thine be done :" 
 
 While, a dread anguish pressing down his 
 heart, 
 He faints upon the ground ; 
 And from each bursting pore the blood- 
 drops start. 
 Moistening the earth around. 
 
 But quickly, from high Heaven, an angel 
 came, 
 
 To soothe the Saviour's woes ; 
 And, strength returning to his languid frame, 
 
 Up from the earth He rose. 
 
 Praise to the Father; praise, O Son! to 
 To whom a name is given [Thee, 
 
 Above all names ; praise to the Spuit be, 
 From all in earth and Heaven. 
 44 
 
FRIDAY AFTER SEXAGESIMA. 
 
 FRIDAY AFTER SEXAGESIMA. 
 
 THE PASSION OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 Scevo dolorum turbine. 
 O'erwhelm'd in depths of woe, 
 
 Upon the tree of scorn 
 Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, 
 
 With racking anguish torn. 
 
 See ! how the nails those hands 
 
 And feet so tender rend ; 
 See ! down his face, and neck, and breast, 
 
 His sacred blood descend. 
 
 Hark ! with what awful cry 
 
 His Spiiit takes its flight ; 
 That cry, it pierced his Mother's heart, 
 
 And whelm'd her soul m night. 
 
 Earth hears, and to its base 
 
 Rocks wildly to and fro ; [quake ; 
 
 Tombs burst; seas, rivers, mountains 
 
 The veil is rent in two. 
 
 The sun vnthdraws his light ; 
 
 The midday heavens grow pale ; 
 The moon, the stars, the universe, 
 
 Their Maker's death bewail. 
 45 
 
FRIDAT AFTER QTTINQTJAGESIMA. 
 
 Shall man alone be mute 1 
 
 Come, youth ! and hoary hairs ! 
 
 Come, ricli and poor ! come, all mankind ! 
 And bathe those feet in tears. 
 
 Come ! fall before His Cross, 
 
 Who shed for us his blood ! 
 Who died the victim of pure love, 
 
 To make us sons of God. 
 
 Jesu ! all praise to Thee, 
 
 Our joy and endless rest ! 
 Be Thou our guide while pilgrims here, 
 
 Our crown amid the blest. 
 
 FRIDAY AFTER QUINQUAGFSIMA. 
 
 THE MOST HOLY CROWN OF THORNS. 
 
 Exite Sionfilice. 
 Daughters of Sion ! royal maids ! 
 
 Come forth to see the crown, 
 Which Sion's self, with cruel hands, 
 
 Hath woven for her Son. 
 
 See ! how amid his gory locks 
 The jagged thorns appear ; 
 
 See ! how his pallid countenance 
 Foretells that death is near. 
 46 
 
SUNDAYS Amy WEEK-DATS IN LENT. 
 
 Oh, savage was the earth that bore 
 Those thorns so sharp and long ! 
 
 Savage the hand that gather'd them 
 To work this deadly wrong ! 
 
 But now that Christ's immortal Blood 
 Hath tinged them with its dye, 
 
 Fairer than roses they appear, 
 Or palms of \dctory. 
 
 Jesu ! the thorns which pierced thy brow 
 Sprang from the seed of sin ; 
 
 Pluck ours, we pray Thee, from our hearts, 
 And plant thine own therein. 
 
 Praise, honor, to the Father be, 
 
 Praise to his only Son ; 
 Praise to the blessed Paraclete, 
 
 While endless ages run. 
 
 SUNDAYS AND WEEK-DATS IN LENT. 
 
 Aicdi henigne Conditor. 
 Thou loving Maker of mankind, 
 
 Before thy throne we pray and weep ; 
 Oh, strengthen us with grace divine, 
 Duly this sacred Lent to keep. 
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FRIDAY AFTER FIRST SUISTDAY IN LENT. 
 
 Searcher of hearts ! Thou dost our ills 
 Discern, and all our weakness know ; 
 
 Again to Thee with tears we turn ; 
 Again to us thy mercy show. 
 
 Much have we sinn'd ; but we confess 
 Our guilt, and all our faults deplore : 
 
 Oh, for the praise of thy great Name, 
 Our fainting souls to health restore I 
 
 And grant us, while by fasts we strive 
 This mortal body to control. 
 
 To fast from all the food of sin, 
 And so to purify the soul. 
 
 Hear us, O Trinity thrice blest ! 
 
 Sole Unity ! to Thee we cry : 
 Vouchsafe us from these fasts below 
 
 To reap immortal fruit on high. 
 
 FRIDAY AFTER THE FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. 
 
 THE SPEAR AND NAILS. 
 
 TiTictam ergo Christi sanguine. 
 Oh, turn those blessed points, all bathed 
 
 In Jesu's blood, on me ; 
 Mine were the sins that vn*ought his death, 
 Mine be the penalty. 
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FKIDAY AFTER 2d SUNDAY IN LENT. 
 
 Pierce through my feet, my hands, my 
 So may some drop distil [heart ; 
 
 Of Blood divine, into my soul. 
 And all its evils heal. 
 
 So shall my feet be slow to sin. 
 
 Harmless my hands shall be ; 
 So from my wounded heart shall each 
 
 Forbidden passion flee. 
 Thee, Jesu, pierced with Nails and Spear. 
 
 Let every knee adore ; 
 With Thee, O Father, and with Thee, 
 
 O Spirit, evermore. 
 
 FRIDAY AFTER THE SECOND SUNDAY IN 
 LENT. 
 
 THE MOST HOLY WINDING-SHEET. 
 
 Mysterium mirabile. 
 
 This day the wondrous mystery 
 
 Is set before our eyes, 
 Of Jesus stretch'd upon the Cross 
 
 In d}dng agonies. 
 
 Oh, deed of love ! the Prince becomes 
 A Victim for his slave ; 
 4 49 
 
FEIDAT AFTER 2d SUNDAY IN LENT. 
 
 The sinner an acquittal finds, 
 The innocent a grave. 
 
 Whereof, in many a gory stain, 
 
 The traces still are found 
 On yonder Winding-Sheet, which wrapp'd 
 
 The sacred body round. 
 
 Hail, trophies of our valiant Chief! 
 
 Hail, proofs of triumph won 
 Over the World, and Hell, and Death, 
 
 By God's eternal Son ! 
 
 Be these the colors under which 
 From this time forth we fight, 
 
 Against the depths of Satan's guile, 
 And all the powers of night. 
 
 So, dead to our old life, may we 
 
 A better life begin ; 
 And through the Cross of Christ at length 
 
 His Heavenly Crown attain. 
 
 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; 
 
 Hear us, coequal Son ! 
 Who reignest with the Holy Ghost 
 
 While ceaseless ages run. 
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FRIDAY AFTER 3d SUNDAY IX LENT. 
 
 FRIDAY AFTER THE THIRD SUNDAY IN 
 LENT. 
 
 THE MOST HOLY FIVE WOUNDS. 
 
 Pange lingua gloriosi. 
 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory : 
 
 Tell his triumph far and wide ; 
 Tell aloud the famous story 
 
 Of his Body crucified ; 
 How upon the Cross a Victim, 
 
 Vanquishing in death. He died. 
 
 Lo, with gall his thirst He quenches ! 
 
 See the thorns upon his brow ! 
 Nails his tender flesh are rending ! 
 
 See, his side is open'd now ! 
 Whence, to cleanse the whole creation. 
 
 Streams of blood and water flow. 
 
 Blessing, honor everlasting, 
 
 To th' immortal Deity ; 
 To the Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 
 Equal praises ever be : 
 Glory through the earth and Heaven 
 
 To Trinity in Unity. 
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FRIDAY AFTER 4th SUNDAY IN LENT. 
 
 FRIDAY AFTER THE FOURTH SUNDAY IN 
 LENT. 
 
 THE MOST PRECIOUS BLOOD. 
 
 Salvete Christi vulnera. 
 
 Hail, wounds ! which through eternal years 
 The love of Jesus show ; [rills 
 
 Hail, wounds! from whence enerimson'd 
 Of blood forever flow. 
 
 More precious than the gems of Ind, 
 
 Than all the stars more fair ; 
 Nor honeycomb, nor fragrant rose, 
 
 Can once with you compare. 
 
 Through you is opened to our souls 
 
 A refuge safe and calm, 
 Whither no raging enemy 
 
 Can reach to work us harm. 
 
 What countless stripes did Christ receive 
 
 Naked in Pilate's hall ! 
 From his torn flesh what streams of blood 
 
 Did all around him fall ! 
 
 How doth th' ensanguined thorny crown 
 That beauteous brow tninspierce I 
 
FEIDAY AFTER 4tb SUIsT)AY IN LENT. 
 
 How doth the nails those hands and feet 
 Contract with tortures fierce ! 
 
 He bows his head, and fortli at last 
 
 His loving spirit soars ; 
 Yet even after death his heart 
 
 For us its tribute pours. 
 
 Beneath the wine-press of God's wrath 
 
 His Blood for us He drains ; 
 Till for Himself, O wondrous love ! 
 
 No single drop remains. 
 
 Oh, come all ye in whom are fix'd 
 
 The deadly stains of sin ! 
 Come ! wash in this all-saving Blood, 
 
 And ye shall be made clean. 
 
 Praise Him, who with the Father sits 
 
 Enthroned upon the skies ; 
 Whose Blood redeems our souls from guilt, 
 
 Whose Spmt sanctifies. 
 
 Viva, viva, Gesii* 
 Hail, Jesus, hail ! who for my sake 
 Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take, 
 
 * From the " Raccolta delle Indulgenze," &c. 
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FEIDAY AFTEE 4th SUNDAY IN LENT. 
 
 And shed it all for me ; 
 Oh, blessed be my SaN-iour's Blood, 
 My life, my light, my only good. 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 To endless ages let us praise 
 
 The precious Blood whose price could raise 
 
 The world from wrath and sin ; 
 Whose streams our inward thirst appease, 
 And heal the sinner's worst disease. 
 
 If he but bathe therein. 
 
 O sweetest Blood ! that can implore 
 Pardon of God, and heaven restore, 
 
 The heaven that sin had lost ; 
 While Abel's blood for vengeance pleads, 
 What Jesus shed still intercedes 
 
 For those who wrong Him most. 
 
 Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells 
 Of Christ's own sacred Blood, excels 
 
 Earth's best and highest bliss : 
 The ministers of wrath divine 
 Hurt not the happy hearts that shine 
 
 With those red drops of his ! 
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PASSION-SUNDAY, 
 
 Ah ! there is joy amid the Saints, 
 And hell's despairing courage taints 
 
 When this sweet song we raise : 
 Oh, louder then, and louder still. 
 Earth with one mighty chorus fill. 
 
 The precious Blood to praise! 
 
 PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 Vexilla Regis prodeunt. 
 Forth comes the Standard of the King : 
 
 All hail, thou Mystery adored ! 
 Hail, Cross ! on which the Life Himself 
 Died, and by death our life restored : 
 
 On which our Saviour's holy side, 
 Rent open with a cruel spear. 
 
 Of blood and water pour'd a stream, 
 To w^ash us from defilement clear. 
 
 O sacred Wood ! in thee fulfill'd 
 Was holy David's truthful lay ; 
 
 Which told the world that from a Tree 
 The Lord should all the nations sway. 
 
 Most royally empurpled o'er, 
 
 How beauteously thy stem doth shine ! 
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FUroAY AFTER PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 
 How glorious was its lot to touch 
 Those limbs so holy and divine ! 
 
 Thrice blest, upon whose arms outstretch'd 
 The Saviour of the world reclined ; 
 
 Balance sublime ! upon whose beam 
 Was weigh'd the ransom of mankind. 
 
 Hail, Cross I thou only hope of man, 
 Hail on this holy Passion-day ! 
 
 To saints increase the grace they have; 
 From sinners purge their guilt away. 
 
 Salvation's spring, blest Trinity, 
 
 Be praise to Thee through earth and 
 skies : 
 Thou through the Cross the victory 
 
 Dost give ; oh, also give the prize ! 
 
 THE COMPASSIOX OF THE BLESSED 
 VIRGIN MARY. 
 
 FRIDAY AFTER PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 
 Stahat Mater dolorosa. 
 1 At the Cross her station keeping, 
 Stood the mournful Mother weeping, 
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FRroAT AFTER PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 
 Close to Jesus to the last : 
 Through her heart, his sorrow sharing, 
 All his bitter anguish bearing, 
 
 Now at length the sword had pass'd. 
 
 2 Oh, how sad and sore distress'd 
 Was that Mother highly blest 
 
 Of the sole-begotten One ! 
 Christ above in torment hangs : 
 She beneath beholds the pangs 
 
 Of her dying glorious Son. 
 
 3 Is there one who would not weep, 
 Whelm'd in miseries so deep 
 
 Christ's dear Mother to behold! 
 Can the human heart refrain 
 From partaking in her pain. 
 
 In that Mother's pain untold ? 
 
 4 Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled, 
 She beheld her tender Child 
 
 All with bloody scourges rent; 
 For the sins of his own nation. 
 Saw Him hang in desolation, 
 
 Till his Spirit forth He sent. 
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FRIDAY AFTER PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 
 5 O thou Mother ! fount of love ! 
 Touch my spirit from above, 
 
 Make my heart with thine accord ; 
 Make me feel as thou hast felt ; 
 Make my soul to glow and melt 
 
 With the love of Christ my Lord. 
 
 [Sancta Mater, istud agas.] 
 
 6 Holt Mother ! pierce me through ; 
 In my heart each wound renew 
 
 Of my Saviour crucified : 
 Let me share with thee his pain 
 Who for all my sins w^as slain, 
 
 Who for me in torments died. 
 
 7 Let me mingle tears with thee, 
 Mourning Him who mourn'd for me, 
 
 All the days that I may live : 
 By the Cross with tliee to stay ; 
 There with thee to weep and pray ; 
 
 Is all I ask of thee to give. 
 
 [Virgo virginum prseclara.] 
 
 8 Virgin of all virgins best ! 
 Listen to my fond request : 
 
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FRIDAY AFTER PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 
 Let me share thy grief divine; 
 Let me, to my latest breath, 
 In my body bear the death 
 
 Of that dying Son of thine. 
 
 9 Wounded with his every wound. 
 Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd 
 
 In his very blood away ; 
 Be to me, O Virgin, nigh, 
 Lest in flames I burn and die. 
 In his awful Judgment day. 
 
 10 Christ, when Thou shalt.call me lience, 
 Be thy Mother my defence, 
 
 Be thy Cross my victory ; 
 While my body here decays, 
 May my soul thy goodness praise. 
 
 Safe in Paradise with Thee. 
 
 1 Stabat Mater dolorosa, 
 Juxta crucem lacrymosa, 
 Dum pendebat Filius ; 
 Cujus animam gementem, 
 Contristatam et dolentem, 
 Pertransivit gladius. 
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FKEDAY AFTER PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 
 2 quam tristis et afflicta 
 Fuit ilia benedicta 
 Mater Unigeniti ! 
 
 Quae moerebat, et dolebat, 
 Pia Mater dum videbat 
 Nati poenas inclyti. 
 
 3 Quis est homo, qui non fleret, 
 Matrem Christi si videret 
 
 In tanto supplicio ? 
 Quis non posset contristari, 
 Christi Matrem contemplari, 
 Dolentem cum Fiho ? 
 
 4 Pro peccatis suae gentis, 
 Vidit Jesum in tormentis, 
 Et flagellis subditum, 
 Vidit suum dulcem natum 
 Morieudo desolatum, 
 Dum emisit spiritum. 
 
 5 Eia Mater, fons amoris, 
 Me sentire vim doloris, 
 Fac ut tecum lugeam. 
 Fac ut ardeat cor meum 
 
 In amando Christum Deum, 
 Ut sibi complaceam. 
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FRIDAY AFTER PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 
 6 Sancta Mater, istud agas, 
 Crucifixi fige plagas 
 Cordi meo valide. 
 
 Tui nati vulnerati, 
 
 Tarn dignati pro me pati, 
 
 Poenas mecum divide. 
 
 7 Fac me tecum pie flere, 
 Crucifixo condolere, 
 Donee ego vixero. 
 
 Jiixta crucem tecum stare, 
 Et me tibi sociare, 
 In planctu desidero. 
 
 8 Virgo virginum prjeclara, 
 Mihi jam non sis amara, 
 Fac me tecum plangere. 
 
 Fac ut portem Chriati mortem, 
 Passionis fac consortem, 
 Et plagas recolere. 
 
 9 Fac me plagis vulnerari, 
 Fac me cruce inebriari, 
 Et cruore Filii : 
 Flammis ne urar succensus. 
 Per te Virgo sim defensus. 
 In die judicii. 
 
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PALM-SUNDAY. 
 
 10 Christe, cum sit hinc exire, 
 Da per Matrem me venire, 
 Ad palmam victoriae. 
 Quando corpus morietur, 
 Fac ut animae donetur 
 Paradisi gloria. 
 
 PALM-SUNDAY. 
 Gloria, laus, et honor. 
 Glory and praise to Thee, Redeemer blest ! 
 To whom their glad hosannas ehildr^ 
 pour'd ; [fess'd ! 
 
 Hail, Israel's King ! hail, David's Son con- 
 Who comest in the name of Israel's Lord. 
 
 Thy praise in Heaven the Host angelic 
 
 sings ; 
 On earth mankind, \dth all created things. 
 [" Glory and praise," &c. as above, is 
 repeated.] 
 
 Thee once with palms the Jews went forth 
 to meet, [greet. 
 
 Thee now with prayers and holy hymns we 
 [Glory and praise, &c.] 
 
GOOD-FRIDAY. 
 
 Thee, on thy way to die, they crown'd with 
 
 praise ; 
 To Thee, now King on high, our song we 
 
 raise. 
 [Glory and praise, &c.] 
 
 Thee their poor homage pleased, O gracious 
 
 King ! 
 Ours too accept, — the best that we can 
 
 bring. 
 [Glory and praise, &-c.] 
 
 GOOD-FRIDAY. 
 
 Deus, ego amo Te. 
 
 [Hymn of St. Francis Xavier.] 
 
 My God, I love Thee, not because 
 I hope for Heaven thereby ; 
 
 Nor because they, who love Thee not, 
 Must burn eternally. 
 
 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me 
 
 Upon the Cross embrace ; 
 For me didst bear the nails and spear 
 
 And manifold disgrace ; 
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GOOD-FKIDAY. 
 
 And griefs and torments numberiess ; 
 
 And sweat of agony ; 
 E'en death itself — and all for one 
 
 Wlio was thine enemy. 
 
 Then why, O blessed Jesu Christ ! 
 
 Should I not love Thee well ; 
 Not for the sake of winning Heaven, 
 
 Or of escaping Hell : 
 
 Not with the hope of gaining aught ; 
 
 Not seeking a reward ; 
 But, as Thyself hast loved me, 
 
 O ever-loving Lord? 
 
 E'en so I love Thee, and will love. 
 And in thy praise will sing ; 
 
 Solely because Thou art my God, 
 And my eternal King. 
 
 Aspice in/ami Deus ipse ligno. 
 
 See! where in shame the God of glory 
 hangs, 
 All bathed in his own blood : 
 See ! how the nails pierce with a thousand 
 Those hands so good. [pangs 
 
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EASTEE-SUNDAY. 
 
 Th' All Holy, as a minister of ill, 
 Bet^vixt two thieves they place ; 
 
 Oh, deed unjust ! yet such the cruel will 
 Of Israel's race. 
 
 Pale grows his face, and fix'd his languid 
 eye; 
 
 His wearied head He bends ; 
 And rich in merits, forth with one loud cry 
 
 His Spirit sends. 
 
 O heart more hard than iron ! not to weep 
 
 At this ; thy sin it was 
 That wrought his death ; of all these tor- 
 ments deep 
 
 Thou art the cause. 
 
 Praise, honor, glory, be through endless time 
 
 To th' everlasting God ; 
 Who wiped away our deadly stains of crime 
 
 In his own Blood. 
 
 EASTER-SUNDAY. 
 Aur(yra coelum purpurat. 
 The dawn was purpling o'er the sky ; 
 With alleluias rang the air ; 
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EASTEK-SUNDAY. 
 
 Earth held a glorious jubilee ; 
 
 Hell gnash'd its teeth in fierce despair : 
 
 When our most valiant mighty King 
 From death's abyss, in dread array, 
 
 Led the long-prison'd Fathers forth, 
 Into the beam of life and day : 
 
 When He, whom stone, and seal, and guard. 
 
 Had safely to the tomb consign'd. 
 Triumphant rose, and buried Death 
 
 Deep in the grave He left behind. 
 
 "Calm all your grief, and still your tears," 
 Hark! the descending angel cries; 
 
 ■" For Christ is risen from the dead. 
 And Death is slain, no more to rise." 
 
 O Jesu ! from the death of sin 
 
 Keep us, we pray ; so shalt Thou be 
 
 The everlasting Paschal joy 
 
 Of all the souls new born in Thee. 
 
 Now to the Father, and the Son 
 
 Who rose from death, be glory given ; 
 
 With Thee, O holy Comforter ! 
 
 Henceforth by all in earth and Heaven. 
 
E A S T E R - S U N D A Y . 
 
 Ad regias agni dapes. 
 
 Now at the Lamb's high festival 
 In robes of saintly white we sing, 
 
 Through the Red Sea in safety brought 
 By Jesus our immortal King. 
 
 O Charity divine ! his Blood 
 
 He gives, to crown the royal feast : 
 
 His Flesh for us He immolates, 
 
 Himself the Victim, Love the Priest. 
 
 And as the avenging Angel pass'd 
 Of old the blood-besprinkled door ; 
 
 As the cleft sea a passage gave. 
 
 Then closed to whelm th' Egyptians o'er : 
 
 So Christ, our Paschal Sacrifice, 
 
 Has brought us safe all perils through ; 
 
 While for unleaven'd bread we need 
 But heart sincere and purpose true. 
 
 Hail purest Victim Heaven could find. 
 The powers of Hell to overthrow ! 
 
 Wlio didst the chains of Death destroy ; 
 Who dost the prize of Life bestow. 
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EASTEK-SUNDAY. 
 
 Hail, \ictor Christ ! hail, risen King ! 
 
 To Thee alone belongs the crown ; 
 Who hast the heavenly gates unbarr'd, 
 
 And dragg'd the Prince of darkness down. 
 
 O Jesu ! from the death of sin 
 
 Keep us, w'e pray ; so shalt Thou be 
 
 The everlasting paschal joy 
 
 Of all the souls new born in Thee. 
 
 Now to the Father, and the Son 
 
 Who rose from death, be glory given ; 
 
 With Thee, O holy Comforter, 
 
 Henceforth by all in earth and Heaven. 
 
 Jilii etfilice. 
 Ye sons and daughters of the Lord ! 
 The King of glory, King adored, 
 This day Himself from death restored. 
 
 All in the early morning gray. 
 Went holy women on their way. 
 To see the tomb where Jesus lay. 
 
 Of spices pure a precious store 
 In their pure hands those women bore, 
 To anoint the sacred Body o'er. 
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EASTER-SUNDAY. 
 
 Then straightway one in white they see, 
 Who saith, " Ye seek the Lord ; but He 
 Is risen, and gone to Galilee." 
 
 This told they Peter, told they John; 
 Who forthwith to the tomb are gone, 
 But Peter is by John outrun. 
 
 That self-same night, while out of fear 
 The doors were shut, the Lord most dear 
 To his Apostles did appear. 
 
 But Thomas, when of this he heard. 
 Was doubtful of his brethren's word ; 
 Wherefore again there comes the Lord. 
 
 " Thomas, behold my side," saith He ; 
 " My hands, my feet, my body see. 
 And doubt not, but believe in Me." 
 
 When Thomas saw that wounded side. 
 
 The truth no longer he denied ; 
 
 " Thou art my Lord and God !" he cried. 
 
 Oh, blest are they who have not seen 
 Their Lord, and yet believe m Him ! 
 Eternal life awaiteth them. 
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ASCENSION-DAY. 
 
 Now let us praise the Lord most high, 
 
 And strive his name to magnify 
 
 On this great day, through earth and sky : 
 
 Whose mercy ever runneth o'er ; 
 Whom men and Angel Hosts adore ; 
 To Him be glory evermore. 
 
 ASCENSION-DAY. 
 JEterne Rex altisaime. 
 
 O Thou eternal King most high ! 
 
 Who didst the world redeem ; 
 And conquering Death and Hell, receive 
 
 A dignity supreme. 
 
 Thou, through the starry orbs this day, 
 
 Didst to thy throne ascend ; 
 Thenceforth to reign in sovereign power, 
 
 And glory without end. 
 
 There, seated in thy majesty, 
 
 To Thee submissive bow 
 The Heaven of Heavens, the spacious 
 earth. 
 The depths of Hell below. 
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ASCENSION-DAY. 
 
 With trembling there the angels see 
 
 The changed estate of men ; 
 The flesh which sinn'd by Flesh redeem'd; 
 
 Man in the Godhead reign. 
 
 There, waiting for thy faithful souls, 
 
 Be Thou to us, O Lord ! 
 Our peerless joy while here we stay, 
 
 In Heaven our great reward. 
 
 Renew our strength ; our sins forgive ; 
 
 Our miseries efface ; 
 And lift our souls aloft to Thee, 
 
 By thy celestial grace. 
 
 So, when Thou shinest on the clouds, 
 
 With thy angelic train, 
 May v;e be saved from vengeance due, . 
 
 And our lost crowns regain. 
 
 Glory to Jesus, who returns 
 
 Triumphantly to Heaven ; 
 Praise to the Father evermore. 
 
 And Holy Ghost, be given. 
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WHIT -SUNDAY 
 
 WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 Jam Ghristus astra ascenderat. 
 
 Above the starry spheres, 
 To where He was before, 
 Christ had gone up, soon from on high 
 The Father's gift to pour : 
 
 And now had fully come, 
 On mystic cycle borne 
 Of seven times seven revolving days, 
 The Pentecostal morn : 
 
 When, as the Apostles knelt 
 At the third hour in prayer, 
 A sudden rushing sound proclaim'd 
 The God of glory near. 
 
 Forthwith a tongue of fire 
 Alights on every brow ; — 
 Each breast receives the Father's light, 
 The Word's enkindling glow. 
 
 The Holy Ghost on all 
 Is mightily outpour'd ; 
 Who straight in divers tongues declare 
 The wonders of the Lord. 
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WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 While strangers of all climes 
 Flock round from far and near, 
 And, with amazement, each at once 
 Their native accents hear. 
 
 But Judah, faithless still. 
 Denies the hand divine ; 
 And madly jeers the Saints of Christ, 
 As drunk with new-made wine. 
 
 Till Peter in the midst 
 Stood up, and spake aloud ; 
 And their perfidious falsity 
 By Joel's witness show'd. 
 
 Praise to the Father be ! 
 Praise to the Son who rose ! 
 Praise, Holy Paraclete, to Thee, 
 While age on ages flows ! 
 
 Veni Creator Spiritus. 
 
 Come, O Creator Spirit blest ! 
 And in our souls take up thy rest ; 
 Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, 
 To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. 
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WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 2 Great Paraclete ! to Thee we cry : 
 O highest gift of God most high ! 
 O fount of life ! O fire of love ! 
 And sweet Anointing from above ! 
 
 3 Thou in thy sevenfold gifts art known ; 
 Thee Finger of God's hand we own ; 
 The promise of the Father Thou ! 
 Who dost the tongue with power endow. 
 
 4 Kindle our senses from above, 
 
 And make our hearts o'erllow with love ; 
 With patience firm, and virtue high, 
 The weakness of our flesh supply. 
 
 5 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
 And grant us thy true peace instead ; 
 So shall we not, with Thee for guide. 
 Turn from the path of life aside. 
 
 6 Oh, may thy grace on us bestow. 
 
 The Father and the Son to know, [fess'd 
 And Thee through endless times con- 
 Of Both th' eternal Spirit blest. 
 
 7 All glory while the ages run 
 Be to the Father, and the Son 
 
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WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 Who rose from death ; the same to Thee, 
 O Holy Ghost, eternally. 
 
 1 Veni, Creator Spiritus, 
 Mentes tuorum visita, 
 Imple superna gratia 
 Quae tu creasti, pectora. 
 
 2 Qui diceris Paraclitus, 
 Altissimi donum Dei, 
 Fons vivus, ignis, cliaritas, 
 Et spiritalis unctio. 
 
 3 Tu septiformis munere, 
 Digitus Paternae dexterse, 
 Tu rite promissum Patris, 
 Sermone ditans guttura. 
 
 4 Accende lumen sensibus : 
 Infunde amorem cordibus : 
 Infirma nostri corporis 
 Virtute firmans perpeti. 
 
 5 Hostem repellas longius, 
 Pacemque dones protinus : 
 Ductore sic te praevio 
 Vitemus omne noxium, 
 
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W H I T - S U N D A Y . 
 
 6 Per te sciamus da Patrem, 
 Noscamus atque Filium, 
 Teque utriusque Spiritum 
 Credamus omni tempore. 
 
 7 Deo Patri sit gloria, 
 Et Filio, qui a mortuis 
 Surrexit, ac Paraclito 
 In sseculorum saecula. 
 
 Veni Sancte Spiritus. 
 Holt Spirit ! Lord of light ! 
 From thy clear celestial height, 
 Thy pure beaming radiance give : 
 
 Come, Thou Father of the poor ! 
 Come, with treasures which endure ! 
 Come, Thou Light of all that live ! 
 
 Thou of all consolers best, 
 Visiting the troubled breast. 
 Dost refreshmg peace bestow ; 
 
 Thou in toil art comfort sweet ; 
 Pleasant coolness in the heat ; 
 Solace in the midst of woe. 
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WHIT-SUXDAY 
 
 Light immortal ! light divine ! 
 Visit Thou these hearts of thine, 
 And our inmost being fill : 
 
 If Thou take thy grace away, 
 Nothing pure in man will stay ; 
 All his good is turn'd to ill. 
 
 Heal our wounds — our strength renew ; 
 On our dryness pour thy dew ; 
 Wash the stains of guilt away : 
 
 Bend the stubborn heart and will ; 
 Melt the frozen, warm the chill ; 
 Guide the steps that go astray. 
 
 Thou, on those who evermore 
 Thee confess and Thee adore. 
 In thy sevenfold gifts, descend : 
 
 Give them comfort when they die ; 
 Give them life with Thee on high ; 
 Give them joys which never end. 
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TKINITY-STJNDAY. 
 
 TRINITY-SUNDAY. 
 MORNING. 
 
 Summce Parens clementice. 
 . O Thou eternal Source of Love ! 
 
 Ruler of nature's scheme ! 
 In Substance One, in Persons Three ! 
 
 Omniscient and Supreme ! 
 
 Be nigh to us when we arise ; 
 
 And, at the break of day, 
 With wakening body wake the soul, 
 
 Her meed of praise to pay. 
 
 To God the Father, glory be. 
 
 And to his only Son ; 
 The same, O Holy Ghost ! to Thee, 
 
 While ceaseless ages run. 
 
 Jam sol recedit igneus. 
 Now doth the fiery sun decline : — 
 Thou, Unity eternal ! shine ; 
 Thou, Trinity, thy blessings pour. 
 And make our hearts with love run o'er. 
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CORPUS CHEISTI, 
 
 Thee in the hymns of morn we praise ; 
 To Thee our voice at eve we raise ; 
 Oh, grant us, with thy Saints on high, 
 Thee through all time to glorify. 
 
 Praise to the Father, with the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, Three in One ; 
 As ever was in ages past. 
 And shall be so while ages last. 
 
 CORPUS CHRISTI. 
 Sacris solemniis juncta sint gaudia. 
 Let us with hearts renew'd, 
 Our grateful homage pay ; 
 And welcome with triumphant songs 
 This ever-blessed day. 
 
 Upon this hallow'd night 
 Christ with his brethren ate, 
 Obedient to the olden law, 
 The Pasch before Him set. 
 
 Which done, — Himself entire, 
 The true Incarnate God, 
 Alike on each, alike on all, 
 His sacred hands bestow'd. 
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CORPUS CHKISTI, 
 
 He gave his Flesh ; He gave 
 His precious Blood ; and said, 
 " Receive, and drink ye all of this, 
 For your salvation shed." 
 
 Thus did the Lord appoint 
 This Sacrifice sublime, 
 And made his Priests its ministers 
 Through all the bounds of time. 
 
 Farewell to types ! Henceforth 
 
 We feed on Angels' food ; 
 The guilty slave — oh, wonder ! — eats 
 
 The Body of his God ! 
 
 O Blessed Three in One ! 
 
 Visit our hearts, we pray ; 
 And lead us on through thine own paths 
 
 To thy eternal Day. 
 
 Lauda Sion Salvatorem. 
 1 Sign, lift thy voice, and sing ; 
 Praise thy Saviour and thy King ; 
 
 Praise with hymns thy Shepherd true ; 
 Strive thy best to praise Him well ; 
 Yet doth He all praise excel ; 
 None can ever reach his due. 
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CORPUS CHEISTI. 
 
 See to-day before us laid 
 
 The living and life-giving Bread ! 
 
 Theme for praise and joy profound! 
 The same which at the sacred board 
 Was, by our Incarnate Lord, 
 
 Given to his Apostles round. 
 Let the praise be loud and high ; 
 Sweet and tranquil be the joy 
 
 Felt to-day in every breast ; 
 On this Festival divine, 
 Which records the origin 
 
 Of the glorious Eucharist. 
 On this Table of the King, 
 Our new Paschal offering 
 
 Brings to end the olden rite ; 
 Here, for empty shadows fled. 
 Is Reality instead ; 
 
 Here, instead of darkness, LighJ. 
 His own act, at supper seated, 
 Christ ordain'd to be repeated, 
 
 In his Memory divine ; 
 Wherefore now, with adoration, 
 We the Host of our salvation 
 
 Consecrate from bread and wine. 
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COKPUS CHRISTI, 
 
 6 Hear what holy Church maintaineth, 
 That the bread its substance changeth 
 
 Into Flesh, the wme to Blood. 
 Doth it pass thy comprehending ? 
 Faith, the law of sight transcending, 
 
 Leaps to things not understood. 
 
 7 Here, beneath these signs, are hidden 
 Priceless things, to sense forbidden ; 
 
 Signs, not things, are all we see : 
 Flesh from bread, and Blood from wdne : 
 Yet is Christ, in either sign, 
 
 All entire, confess'd to be. 
 
 8 They too, who of Him partake, 
 Sever not, nor rend, nor break, 
 
 But entire their Lord receive. 
 Whether one or thousands eat. 
 All receive the self-same meat. 
 
 Nor the less for others leave. 
 
 9 Both the wicked and the good 
 Eat of this celestial Food ; 
 
 But with ends how opposite ! 
 Here 'tis life ; and there 'tis death; 
 The same, yet issuing to each 
 
 In a difference infinite. 
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CORPUS CHEISTI. 
 
 10 Nor a single doubt retain, 
 
 When they break the Host in twain, 
 But that in each part remains 
 
 What was in the whole before ; 
 Since the simple sign alone 
 Suffers change in state or form. 
 The Signified remaining One 
 
 And the Same for evermore. 
 
 [Ecce panis angelorum.] 
 
 11 Lo! upon the Altar lies, 
 Hidden deep from human eyes, 
 Bread of Angels from the skies, 
 
 Made the food of mortal man: 
 Children's meat to dogs denied ; 
 In old types foresignified ; 
 In the manna Heav'n-supplied, 
 
 Isaac, and the Paschal Lamb. 
 
 12 Jesu ! Shepherd of the sheep ! 
 Thou thy flock in safety keep. 
 Living Bread ! thy life supply ; 
 Strengthen us, or else we die ; 
 
 Fill us with celestial grace : 
 Thou, who feedest us below ! 
 Source of all we have or know ! 
 
COKPTJS OHRISTI. 
 
 Grant that with thy Saints above, 
 Sitting at the feast of love, 
 We may see Thee face to face. 
 
 1 Lauda, Sion, Salvatorem, 
 Lauda Ducem et Pastorem, 
 In hymnis et canticis. 
 Quantum potes, tantum aude ; 
 Quia major omni laude, 
 
 Nee laudare sufficis. 
 
 2 Laudis thema specialis, 
 Panis vivus et vitalis, 
 Hodie proponitur. 
 
 Quem in sacrae mensa coense, 
 Turbae fratrum duodense 
 Datum non ambigitur. 
 
 3 Sit laus plena, sit sonora, 
 Sit jucunda, sit decora, 
 Mentis jubilatio. 
 
 Dies enim solemnis agitur. 
 In qua mensae prima recolitur 
 Hujus institutio. 
 
 4 In hac mensa novi Regis, 
 Novum pas(iba novse legis, 
 Phase vetus terminat. 
 
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CORPUS CHRIST!. 
 
 Vetustatem novitas, 
 Umbram fugat Veritas, 
 Noctem lux eliminat. 
 
 5 Quod in coena Christus gessit, 
 Faciendum hoc expressit 
 
 In sui memoriam. 
 Docti sacris institutis, 
 Panem, vinum, in salutis 
 Consecramus hostiam. 
 
 6 Dogma datur Christianis, 
 Quod in carnem transit panis, 
 Et vinum in sanguinem. 
 
 Quod non capis, quod non vides, 
 Animosa firmat fides, 
 Praeter rerum ordinem. 
 
 1 Sub diversis speciebus 
 Signis tantum et non rebus, 
 Latent res eximiae. 
 Caro cibus, sanguis potus : 
 Manet tamen Christus totus 
 Sub utraque specie. 
 
 8 A sumente non concisus, 
 Non confractus, non divisus. 
 Integer accipitur. 
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CORPUS CHRISTI. 
 
 Sumit unus, sumunt mille, 
 Quantum isti, tantimi ille, 
 Nee sumptus consumitur. 
 
 9 Sumunt boni, sumunt mali: 
 Sorte tamen inaequali, 
 Vitae vel interitus. 
 Mors est malis, vita bonis, 
 Vide paris sumptionis, 
 Quam sit dispar exitus. 
 
 10 Fracto demum sacramento, 
 Ne vacilles, sed memento, 
 Tantum esse sub fragmento, 
 Quantum toto tegitur. 
 Nulla rei fit scissura : 
 Signi tantum fit fractura : 
 Qua, nee status nee statura 
 Signati minuitur. 
 
 11 Ecee panis angelorum, 
 Faetus cibus viatorum : 
 Vere panis filiorum, 
 Non mittendus canibus ; 
 In figuris prsesignatur, 
 Cum Isaac immolatur : 
 Agnus paschffi deputatur : 
 Datur manna patribus. 
 
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FEAST OF SACKED HEART OF JESUS. 
 
 12 Bone Pastor, panis vere, 
 Jesu nostri miserere : 
 Tu nos pasce, nos tuere : 
 Tu nos bona fac videre 
 In terra viventkim. 
 Tu qui cuncta scis et vales, 
 Qui nos pascis hie mortales : 
 Tuos ibi commensales, 
 Cohseredes et sodales 
 Fac sanctorum civium. 
 
 FEAST OF THE MOST SACRED HEART OF 
 JESUS. 
 
 FRIDAY AFTER THE OCTAVE OF CORPUS CHRI8TI. 
 
 Summi Parentis filio. 
 
 To Christ, the Prince of Peace, 
 And Son of God most high, 
 The Father of the world to come, — 
 Sing we with holy joy. 
 
 Deep in his heart for us 
 The wound of love He bore ; — 
 That love, which still He kindles in 
 The hearts that Him adore. 
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FEAST OF SACKED HEART OF JESUS. 
 
 O Jesu ! Victim blest ! 
 What else but love divine 
 Could Thee constrain to open thus 
 That sacred Heart of thine ? 
 
 O Fount of endless life ! 
 O Spring of waters clear ! 
 O Flame celestial, cleansing all 
 Who unto Thee draw near ! 
 
 Hide me in thy dear Heart, 
 For thither do I fly ; [death 
 
 There seek thy grace through life, in 
 Thine immortality. 
 
 Praise to the Father be ; 
 Praise to his only Son ; 
 Praise to the blessed Paraclete, 
 While endless acres run. 
 
 Quicuyique certum guceritis. 
 All ye who seek a certain cure 
 
 In trouble and distress, 
 Whatever sorrow vex the mind, 
 Or guilt the soul oppress : 
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FEAST OF SACRED HEART OF JESUS. 
 
 Jesus, who gave Himself for you 
 
 Upon the Cross to die, 
 Opens to you his sacred Heart, — 
 
 Oh, to that Heart draw nigh ! 
 
 Ye hear how kindly He invites ; 
 
 Ye hear his words so blest ; — 
 " All ye that labor, come to Me, 
 
 And I will give you rest." 
 
 What meeker than the Saviour's Heart ? 
 
 As on the Cross He lay. 
 It did his murderers forgive, 
 
 And for their pardon pray. 
 
 O Heart ! thou joy of Saints on high ! 
 
 Thou Hope of sinners here ! 
 Attracted by those loving words. 
 
 To Thee I lift my prayer. 
 
 Wash Thou my wounds in that dear 
 Blood 
 Which forth from Thee doth flow ; 
 New grace, new hope inspire ; 
 A new and better heart bestow. 
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PURIFICATION OF THE B- V. AfARY. 
 
 PURIFICATION OF THE B. VIRGIN MARY. 
 February 2. 
 Templi sacratas pande Si on fores. 
 O SiON ! open wide thy gates ; 
 
 Let figures disappear ; 
 A Priest and Victim both in one, 
 The Truth Hunself is here. 
 
 No more the simple flock shall bleed. — 
 
 Behold the Father's Son ! 
 Himself to his own Altar comes 
 
 For sinners to atone. 
 
 Conscious of hidden Deity, 
 
 The lowly Virgin brings 
 Her new-born Babe, with two young doves, 
 
 Her tender offerings. 
 
 The hoary Simeon sees at last 
 
 His Lord so long desired, 
 And hails, with Anna, Israel's hope. 
 
 With sudden rapture fired. 
 
 But silent knelt the Mother blest 
 
 Of the yet silent Word ; 
 And pondering all things in her heart, 
 
 With speechless praise adored. 
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FEASr OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 Praise to the Father and the Son ; 
 
 Praise to the Spirit be ; 
 Praise to the blessed Three in One, 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 FEAST OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 March 19. 
 Coelitmn Joseph decus atque nostrce. 
 Joseph ! our certain hope of life ! 
 
 Glory of earth and Heaven! 
 Thou Pillar of the world ! to thee 
 Be praise eternal given. 
 
 Thee, as Salvation's minister, 
 
 The mighty JNIaker chose ; 
 As Foster-father of the Word ; 
 
 As Mary's spotless Spouse. 
 
 With joy thou savvest Him new born, 
 
 Of whom the Prophets sang : 
 Him in a manger didst adore. 
 
 From whom Creation sprang. 
 
 The Lord of lords, and King of kings, 
 
 Ruler of sky and sea, 
 Whom Heaven, and Earth, and Hell obey, 
 
 Was subject unto thee. 
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FEAST OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 Blest Trinity ! vouchsafe to us, 
 Through Joseph's merits high, 
 
 To mount the Heavenly seats, and reign 
 With him eternally. 
 
 sanus vivere. 
 
 To all who v^^ould holily live. 
 To all who would happily die, 
 
 St. Joseph is ready to give 
 Sure guidance, and help from on high. 
 
 Of Mary the Spouse undefiled. 
 Just, holy, and pure of all stain. 
 
 He asks of his own Foster-Child ; 
 And needs but to ask to obtain. 
 
 [Here the first stanza is repeated.] 
 
 To all who would holily live. 
 To all who would happily die, 
 
 St. Joseph is ready to give 
 
 Sure guidance, and help from on 
 high. 
 
 In the manger that Child he adored. 
 And nursed Him in exile and flight ; 
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HYMN TO ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 Him, lost in his boyhood, deplored ; 
 And found with amaze and delight. 
 To all, <fcc., as above. 
 
 The Milker of Heaven and Earth 
 By the labor of Joseph was fed ; 
 
 The Son by an infinite birth 
 
 Submissive to Joseph was made. 
 To all, &e. 
 
 And when his last hour drew nigh, 
 Oh, full of all joy was his breast ; 
 
 Seeing Jesus and Mary close by. 
 As he tranquilly slumber'd to rest. 
 To all, &c. 
 
 All praise to the Father above ; 
 
 All praise to his glorious Son ; 
 All praise to the Spirit of love ; 
 
 While the days of eternity run. 
 To all, &c. 
 
 HYMN TO ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Husband of Mary, hail ! 
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HY^IN TO ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 Chaste as the lily flower 
 In Eden's peaceful vale. 
 
 Hail I holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Father of Christ esteemed ! 
 Father be thou to those 
 Thy Foster-Son redeem'd. 
 
 Hail I holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Prince of the House of God, 
 May his best graces be 
 By thy sweet hands bestow'd. 
 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Comrade of angels, hail ! 
 Cheer thou the hearts that faint, 
 And guide the steps that faU. 
 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 God's choice wert thou alone ; 
 To thee the Word made flesh 
 Was subject as a Son. 
 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Teach us our flesh to tame, 
 And, Mary, keep the hearts 
 That love thy husband's name. 
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PATRONAGE OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 Mother of Jesus ! bless, 
 And bless, ye Saints on high, 
 All meek and simple souls 
 That to Saint Joseph cry. 
 
 Amen. 
 
 THE PATRONAGE OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 
 
 Dear Husband of Mary! dear Nurse of 
 her Child! [wild; 
 
 Life's ways are full weary, the desert is 
 
 Bleak sands are all round us, no home can 
 we see ; [thee. 
 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! we lean upon 
 
 For thou to the pilgrim art Father and 
 
 Guide, 
 And Jesus and Mary felt safe by thy side ; 
 Ah ! blessed Saint Joseph ! how safe should 
 
 I be, [with me ! 
 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! if thou wert 
 
 O blessed Saint Joseph ! how^ great was thy 
 
 worth. 
 The one chosen shadow of God upon earth, 
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PATRONAGE OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 The Father of Jesus — ah ! then wilt thou be, 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! a father to me ? 
 
 Thou hast not forgotten the long dreary 
 road, [thy God; 
 
 When Mary took turns with thee, bearing 
 
 Yet light was that burden, none lighter 
 could be : 
 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! O canst thou 
 bear me ? 
 
 A cold, thankless heart, and a mean love of 
 ease, 
 
 What weights, blessed Patron ! more gall- 
 ing than these ? 
 
 My life, my past life, thy clear vision may 
 see : [love me ? 
 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! O canst thou 
 
 Ah ! give me thy Burden to bear for a while ; 
 Let me kiss his warm lips, and adore his 
 
 sweet smile ; 
 With her Babe in my arms, surely Mary 
 
 will be, 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady! my pleader 
 
 with thee ! 
 
AITNUNCTATIOJT OF THE B. V. MAKY. 
 
 When the treasures of God were unshel- 
 
 ter'd on earth, 
 Safe keeping was found for them both in 
 
 thy worth ; 
 O Father of Jesus ! be father to me, 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! and I will love 
 
 thee. 
 
 God chose thee for Jesus and Mary — wilt 
 
 thou 
 Forgive a poor exile for choosing thee now? 
 There is no Saint in Heaven I worship like 
 
 thee, [love me ! 
 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! O deign to 
 
 ANNUNCIATION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN 
 
 MARY. 
 
 March 25. 
 
 Quis te canat mortalium ? 
 
 What mortal tongue can sing thy praise, 
 
 Dear Mother of the Lord ? — 
 To angels only it belongs 
 Thy glory to record. 
 
 Who born of man can penetrate 
 Thy soul's majestic shrine? 
 
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ANNUNCIATION OF THE B. Y. MAKT. 
 
 Who can thy mighty gifts unfold, 
 Or rightly them divine ? 
 
 Say, Virgin, what sweet force was that 
 Which from the Father's breast, 
 
 Drew forth his coeternal Son, 
 To be thy bosom's guest ? 
 
 'Twas not thy guileless faith alone, 
 
 That lifted thee so high ; 
 'Twas not thy pure seraphic love, 
 
 Or peerless chastity : 
 
 But, oh ! it was thy lowliness. 
 Well pleasing to the Lord, 
 
 That made Thee worthy to become 
 The Mother of the Word. 
 
 Oh, Loftiest ! whose humility 
 
 So sweet it was to see ! 
 That God, forgetful of Himself, 
 
 Abased Himself to Thee ! 
 
 Praise to the Father, with the Son, 
 And Holy Ghost, through Whom 
 
 The Word eternal was conceived 
 Within the Virgin's womb. 
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FEAST OF ST. IkHCHAEL. 
 
 FEAST OF ST. MICHAEL. 
 
 May 8. 
 
 Te splendor et virtus Patris. 
 
 O Jesu ! life-spring of the soul ! 
 
 The Father's Power, and Glory bright ! 
 Thee with the Angels we extol ; 
 
 From Thee they draw their life and light. 
 
 Thy thousand thousand hosts are spread, 
 Embattled o'er the azure sky ; 
 
 But Michael bears thy standard dread, 
 And lifts the mighty Cross on high. 
 
 He in that Sign the rebel powers 
 Did with their Dragon Prince expel ; 
 
 And hurl'd them from the Heaven's high 
 towers, 
 Down like a thunderbolt to hell. 
 
 Grant us with Michael still, O Lord, 
 Against the Prince of Pride to fight ; 
 
 So may a crown be our reward. 
 Before the Lamb's pure throne of light. 
 
 Now to the Father, and the Son 
 Who rose from death, all glory be ; 
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THE B. Y. M. THE HELP OF CHKISTIAUS. 
 
 With Thee, O holy Comforter ! 
 Henceforth through all eternity. 
 
 [Within the Octave of the Ascension.] 
 
 Glory to Jesus, who returns 
 In pomp triumphant to the sky, 
 
 With Thee, O Father, and with Thee, 
 O Holy Ghost, eternally. 
 
 THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY THE HELP OF 
 
 CHRISTIANS. 
 
 May 24. 
 
 Te Redetnptoris Dominique nostri. 
 
 Mother of our Lord and Saviour! 
 
 First in beauty as in power ! 
 Glory of the Christian nations ! 
 Ready help in trouble's hour ! 
 
 Though the gates of Hell against us 
 
 With profoundest fury rage ; 
 Though the ancient Foe assault us, 
 
 And his fiercest battle wage ; 
 
 Naught can hurt the pure in spirit, 
 
 Who upon thine aid rely ; 
 At thy hand secure of gaining 
 
 Strength and mercy from on high. 
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;. PETEE AKD PAUL, APOSTLES. 
 
 Safe beneath thy mighty shelter, — 
 Though a thousand hosts combine, 
 
 All must fall or flee before us, 
 Seatter'd by an arm divine. 
 
 Firm as once on holy Sion, 
 David's tower rear'd its height ; 
 
 With a glorious rampart girded, 
 And with glistening armor bright : 
 
 So th' Almighty's Virgin Mother 
 Stands in strength for evermore ; 
 
 From Satanic hosts defending 
 All who her defence implore. 
 
 Through the everlasting ages, 
 
 Blessed Trinity, to Thee ! 
 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, 
 
 Praise and endless glory be. 
 
 SS. PETER AND PAUL, APOSTLES. 
 June 29. 
 Decora lux ceternitatis o.uream. 
 Bathed in eternity's all-beauteous beam, 
 And opening into Heaven a path sub- 
 lime, 
 
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SS. PETER AND PAUL, APOSTLES. 
 
 Welcome the golden day! which her- 
 alds in 
 The Apostolic Chiefs, whose glory fills all 
 time! 
 
 Peter and Paul, the Fathers of great 
 
 Rome! 
 Now sitting in the Senate of the skies I 
 One by the Cross, the other by the Sword, 
 Sent to their thrones on high, and life's 
 
 eternal prize. 
 
 O happy Rome ! whom that most glori- 
 ous blood 
 J^orever consecrates wMle ages flow ; 
 Thou, thus empurpled, art more beautiful 
 Than all that doth appear most beautiful 
 below. 
 
 Praise, blessing, majesty, through endless 
 
 days. 
 Be to the Trinity immortal given ; 
 Who, in pure Unity, profoundly sways 
 Eternally all things alike in earth and 
 Heaven. 
 
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FEAST OF ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST. 
 
 FEAST OF ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST. 
 
 June 24. 
 
 nimisfelix meritique celsi. 
 
 O BLESSED Saint, of snow-white purity ! 
 
 Dweller in wastes forlorn ! 
 O mightiest of the Martyr host on high ! 
 
 Greatest of Prophets born ! 
 
 Of all the diadems that on the brows 
 
 Of Saints in glory shine, 
 Not one with brighter, purer halo glows, 
 
 In Heaven's high Court, than thine. 
 
 Oh ! upon us thy tender, pitying gaze 
 Cast down from thy dread throne ; 
 
 Straighten our crooked, smooth our rugged 
 ways, 
 And break our hearts of stone. 
 
 So may the world's Redeemer find us meet 
 
 To offer Him a place. 
 Where He may set his ever-blessed feet, 
 
 Coming with gifts of grace. 
 
 Praise in the Heavens to Thee, O First and 
 The Trine eternal God ! [Last, 
 
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VISITATION OF THE B. VIRGIN MAiiY. 
 
 Spare, Jesu, spare thy people, whom Thou 
 hast 
 Redeein'd with thine own blood. 
 
 VISITATION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MART. 
 July 2. 
 
 Quo sanctus ardor te rapit. 
 Whither thus, in holy rapture, 
 
 Princely Maiden, art Thou bent ? 
 Why so fleetly art Thou speeding 
 
 Up the mountain's rough ascent ? 
 
 Fill'd with the eternal Godhead ! 
 
 Glowing with the Spirit's flame ! 
 Love it is that bears Thee onward. 
 
 And supports thy tender frame. 
 
 Lo ! thine aged cousin claims Thee, 
 Claims thy sympathy and care ; 
 
 God her shame from her hath taken ; 
 He hath heard her fervent prayer. 
 
 Blessed Mothers! joyful meeting! 
 
 Thou in her, the hand of God, 
 She in Thee, with lips inspired, 
 
 Owns the Mother of her Lord. 
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FEAST OF ST. ANNE. 
 
 As the sun his face concealmg, 
 In a cloud withdraws from sight, 
 
 So in Mary then lay hidden 
 
 He who is the world's true light. 
 
 Honor, glory, virtue, merit, 
 Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son ! 
 
 With the Father, and the Spirit, 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 FEAST OF ST. ANNE, MOTHER OF THE 
 
 BLESSED VIRGIN MARY. 
 
 July 26. 
 
 Clarce diei gaudiis. 
 
 Spotless Anna ! Juda's glory ! 
 
 Through the Church from East to West, 
 Every tongue proclaims thy praises, 
 
 Holy Mary's Mother blest I 
 
 Saintly Kings and priestly Sires 
 
 Blended in thy sacred line ; 
 Thou in virtue, all before thee 
 
 Didst excel by grace divine. 
 
 Link'd in bonds of purest wedlock, 
 Thine it was for us to bear, 
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FEAST OF THE TKANSFIGUEATION. 
 
 By the favor of High Heaven, 
 Our eternal Virgm Star. 
 
 From thy stem in beauty budded 
 Ancient Jesse's mystic rod ; 
 
 Earth from thee received the Mother 
 Of th' Almighty Son of God. 
 
 All the human race benighted 
 In the depths of darkness lay ; 
 
 When in Anne, it savr the dawning 
 Of the long-expected day. 
 
 Honor, glory, virtue, merit, 
 Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son, 
 
 With the Father and the Spirit, 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 FEAST OF THE TRANSFIGURATION. 
 August 6. 
 Quicunque Christum quceritis. 
 All ye who seek, in hope and love, 
 For your dear Lord, look up above ! 
 Where, traced upon the azure sky, 
 Faith may a glorious form descry. 
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ASSUMPTION OIT THE B. V. MARY. 
 
 Lo ! on the trembling verge of light 
 A something all divinely bright ! 
 Immortal, infinite, sublime ! 
 Older than chaos, space, or time ! 
 
 Hail, Thou, the Gentiles' mighty Lord! 
 All hail, O Israel's King adored ! 
 To Abraham sworn in ages past, 
 And to his seed while earth shall last. 
 
 To Thee the prophets witness bear ; 
 Of Thee the Father doth declare, 
 That all who would his glory see. 
 Must hear and must believe in Thee. 
 
 To Jesus, from the proud coneeal'd, 
 But evermore to babes reveal'd, 
 All glory with the Father be, 
 And Holy Ghost, eternally. 
 
 ASSUMPTION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN 
 
 MARY. 
 
 August 15. 
 
 vos cetherei plaudite cives. 
 
 Rejoice, O ye Spu-its and Angels on high ! 
 
 This day the pure Mother of Love 
 
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ASSUMPTION OF THE B. V. MAEY. 
 
 By death was set free ; and ascending the 
 sky, [joy, 
 
 Was welcomed by Jesus, with triumph and 
 To the Courts of his glory above ! 
 
 O Virgin divine ! what treasures are thine ! 
 
 What power and splendor untold ! 
 With flesh thou hadst clothed the Lord of 
 all might ; — [light, 
 
 He clothes Thee in turn with his infinite 
 
 And a radiant vesture of gold. 
 
 He, who on thy breast found nurture and 
 rest, 
 Is now thy ineffable Food ; 
 And He, who from Thee in the flesh lay 
 conceal'd, [veal'd. 
 
 Now gives Thee, beholding his glory re- 
 To drink from the fulness of God. 
 
 Through thy Virginal womb what graces 
 have come ! 
 What glories encompass thy throne ! 
 Where next to thy Son, thou sittest a Queen, 
 Exalted on high, above Angels and men ! 
 Inferior to Godhead alone ! 
 108 
 
ST. KOSE OF LI^IA. 
 
 Then hear us, we pray, on this blessed day ; 
 
 Remember we also are thine ; 
 And deign for thy children with Jesus to 
 plead, [need 
 
 That He may forgive us, and grant us in 
 
 His strength and protection divine. 
 
 All praise to the Father, who chose for his 
 A Mother, the daughter of Eve ; [Son 
 
 All praise to the glorious Child of her 
 womb ; 
 
 All praise to the infinite Spirit, by Whom 
 Her glory it was to conceive. 
 
 ST. ROSE OF LIMA. 
 August 30. 
 
 First flow'ret of the desert wild ! 
 
 Whose leaves the sweets of grace exhale, 
 We greet thee, Lima's sainted child — 
 
 Rose of America — all hail ! 
 
 When first appear'd the infant smile, 
 Beaming upon thy features meek, 
 
 It seem'd as if there blush'd, the w^hile, 
 The Rose-bud on thy virgin cheek. 
 109 
 
ST. KOSE OF LEVIA. 
 
 And hence thy name, St. Rose, was given, 
 Not by thy earthly parents' choice, 
 
 But by the holy Queen of Heaven, 
 Who bade thee in that name rojoice. 
 
 Transplanted from the worldly gaze. 
 Which sometimes taints the fairest 
 flowers, 
 
 In solitude thou lov'dst to praise 
 Thy spouse amid Religion's bowers. 
 
 There oft thy mind, too pure, too high, 
 For this low world of sin and strife. 
 
 Held blest communion \\dth the sky. 
 Enjoying Heaven in mortal life. 
 
 And once, amid thy rapturous prayer, 
 Thy heavenly Spouse himself came down, 
 
 Most sweetly breathing in thine ear, 
 " Rose of my heart, receive thy crown." 
 
 And whilst amid his glories now. 
 
 Thou seest him face to face — oh deign, 
 
 St. Rose, to hear thy suppliants' vow. 
 That grace and glory we may gain. 
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NATIVITY OF THE B. V. MAKY. 
 
 FEAST OF THE NATIVITY OF THE BLESSED 
 
 VIRGIN MARY. 
 
 September 8. 
 
 Aurora quce Solemn paris. 
 
 Sweet Morn I thou Parent of the Sun ! 
 
 And Daughter of the same ! 
 What joy and gladness, through thy birth, 
 
 This day to mortals came ! 
 
 Clothed in the Sun I see Thee stand, 
 
 The Moon beneath thy feet, 
 The Stars above thy sacred head 
 
 A radiant coronet. 
 
 Thrones and Dominions gird Thee round, 
 
 The Armies of the sky ; 
 Pure streams of glory from Thee flow, 
 
 All bathed in Deity ! 
 
 Terrific as the banner'd line 
 
 Of battle's dread array ! 
 Before Thee tremble Hell and Death, 
 
 And own thy mighty sway : 
 
 While crush'd beneath thy dauntless foot, 
 The Serpent writhes in vain , 
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EXALTATION OF THE HOLT CROSS. 
 
 Smit by a deadly stroke, and bound 
 In an eternal chain. 
 
 O Mightiest ! pray for us, that He 
 Who came through Thee of yore, 
 
 May come to dwell within our hearts, 
 And never quit us more. 
 
 Praise to the Father, \dth the Son, 
 And Holy Ghost, through Whom 
 
 The Word eternal was conceived 
 Within the Virgin's womb. 
 
 EXALTATION OF THE HOLY CROSS. 
 
 September 14. 
 
 Pange lingua gloriosi* 
 
 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory ; 
 
 Tell his triumph far and wide ; 
 Tell aloud the famous story 
 
 Of his Body crucified ; 
 How upon the Cross a Victim, 
 
 Vanquishing in death. He died. 
 
 * The same for the Feast of the Finding op the 
 Holy Cross, May 3. 
 
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EXALTATION OF THE HOLT CROSS. 
 
 Eating of the Tree forbidden, 
 
 Man had sunk in Satan's snare, 
 When our pitying Creator 
 
 Did this second Tree prepare ; 
 Destined, many ages hiter, 
 
 That first evil to repair. ~ 
 Such the order God appointed 
 
 When for sin He would atone ; 
 To the Serpent thus opposing 
 
 Schemes yet deeper than his own ; 
 Thence the remedy procuring, 
 
 Whence the fatal wound had come. 
 So when now at length the fulness 
 
 Of the sacred time drew nigh, 
 Then the Son, the world's Creator, 
 
 Left his Father's throne on high ; 
 From a Virgin's womb appearing, 
 
 Clothed in our mortality. 
 All within a lowly manger, 
 
 Lo, a tender Babe He lies ! 
 See his gentle Virgin mother 
 
 Lull to sleep his infant cries ! 
 While the limbs of God Incarnate 
 
 Round with swathing bands she ties. 
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EXAI.TATION OF THE HOLY OEOSS. 
 
 Blessing, honor everlasting, 
 
 To the immortal Deity ; 
 To the Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 
 Equal praises ever be ; 
 Glory through the earth and Heaven 
 
 To Trinity in Unity. 
 
 [The same continued.] 
 Lustra sex qui jam peregit. 
 
 Thus did Christ to perfect manhood 
 
 In our mortal flesh attain ; 
 Then of his free choice He goeth 
 
 To a death of bitter pain ; 
 And as a lamb, upon the altar 
 
 Of the Cross, for us is slain. 
 
 Lo, with gall his thirst He quenches ! 
 
 See the thorns upon his brow ! 
 Nails his tender flesh are rending ! 
 
 See, his side is open'd now ! 
 Whence, to cleanse the whole creation, 
 
 Streams of blood and water flow. 
 
 Lofty Tree, bend down thy branches, 
 To embrace thy sacred load ; 
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SEVEN DOLOES OF THE B. V. MARY. 
 
 Oh, relax the native tension 
 Of that all too rigid wood ; 
 
 Gently, gently bear the members 
 Of thy dying King and God. 
 
 Tree, which solely wast found worthy 
 The world's great Victim to sustain 
 
 Harbor from the raging tempest ! 
 Ark, that saved the world again ! 
 
 Tree, with sacred Blood anointed 
 Of the Lamb for sinners slain. 
 
 Blessing, honor everlasting. 
 
 To the immortal Deity ; 
 To the Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 
 Equal praises ever be : 
 Glory through the earth and Heaven 
 
 To Trinity in Unity. 
 
 SEVEN DOLORS OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN 
 MARY. 
 
 SUNDAY AFTER THE OCTAVE OF THE NATIVITY. 
 
 quot undis lachrymarum. 
 
 What a sea of tears and sorrow 
 Did the soul of Mary toss 
 116 
 
SEVEN DOLOKS OF THE B. V. MARY. 
 
 To and fro upon its billowa, 
 While she wept her bitter loss ; 
 
 In her arms her Jesus holding, 
 Torn but newly from the Cross ! 
 
 O that mournful Virgin Mother ! 
 
 See her tears how fast they flow 
 Down upon his mangled body, 
 
 Wounded side, and thorny brow ; 
 While his hands and feet she kisses, — 
 
 Picture of immortal woe ! 
 
 Oft and oft his arms and bosom 
 Fondly straining to her own ; 
 
 Oft her pallid lips imprinting 
 
 On each wound of her dear Son ; 
 
 Till at last, in swoons of anguish. 
 Sense and consciousness are gone. 
 
 Gentle Mother, we beseech thee. 
 By thy tears and trouble sore ; 
 
 By the death of thy dear Offspring ; 
 By the bloody wounds He bore ; 
 
 Touch our hearts with that true sorrow 
 Which afflicted thee of yore. 
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FEASTS OF HOLY GUAEDIAN ANGELS. 
 
 And the Son, who reigns on high, 
 With the coeternal Spirit, 
 
 Trinity in Unity, 
 Be salvation, honor, blessing, 
 
 Now and through eternity. 
 
 FEAST OF THE MOST HOLY GUARDIAN 
 ANGELS. 
 October 2. 
 Sterne Rector siderum. 
 Ruler of the dread immense ! 
 Maker of this mighty frame ! 
 Whose eternal Providence 
 
 Governs and upholds the same ! 
 
 Low before thy face we bend ; 
 
 Hear our supplicating cries ; 
 And thy light eternal send. 
 
 With the freshly dawning skies. 
 
 King of kings ! and Lord most high ! 
 
 This of thy dear love we pray, — 
 May thy Guardian Angel nigh 
 
 Keep us from all sin this day. 
 
MATERNITY OF THE B. Y. MAKY. 
 
 May he crush the deadly wiles 
 Of the envious Serpent's art, 
 
 Ever spreading cunning toils 
 
 Round about the thoughtless heart. 
 
 May he scatter ruthless war, 
 Ere to this our shore it come ; 
 
 Plague and fomine drive afar ; 
 Fix securely peace at home. 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 Everlasting Trinity ! 
 Guard, by thy Angelic host. 
 
 Us, who put our trust in Thee. 
 
 MATERNITY OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY. 
 Second Sunday in October. 
 Te Mater alma Numinis. 
 Mother of Almighty God ! 
 
 Suppliant at thy feet we pray ; 
 Shelter us from Satan's fraud. 
 Safe beneath thy wing this day. 
 
 'Twas by reason of our Fall, 
 In our first Forefather's crime, 
 
 That the mighty Lord of all 
 
 Raised thee to thy rank sublime. 
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PURITY OF THE B. V. MARY. 
 
 Oh ! then upon Adam's race 
 Look thou with a pitying eye ; 
 
 And entreat of Jesus grace, 
 Till He lay his anger by. 
 
 Honor, glory, virtue, merit, 
 Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son, 
 
 With the Father and the Spirit, 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 PURITY OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY. 
 Third Sunday in October. 
 Stella Jacob fulyida. 
 Star of Jacob, ever beaming 
 With a radiance all divine ! 
 'Mid the stars of highest Heaven 
 Glows no purer ray than thine. 
 
 All in stoles of snowy brightness. 
 Unto thee the Angels sing ; 
 
 Unto thee the virgin choirs, — 
 Mother of th' eternal King ! 
 
 Joyful in thy path they scatter 
 Roses white and lilies fair ; 
 
 Yet with thy chaste bosom's whiteness, 
 Rose nor lily may compare. 
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ALL 
 
 Oh ! that this low earth of ours, 
 Answering th' angelic strain, 
 
 With thy praises might re-echo, 
 Till the Heavens replied again. 
 
 Honor, glory, virtue, merit. 
 Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son ! 
 
 With the Father, and the Spirit, 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 ALL SAINTS DAY. 
 
 November 1. 
 Salutis ceternce dator. 
 Giver of life, eternal Lord ! 
 
 Thy own redeem'd defend ; 
 Mother of Grace ! thy children save, 
 And help them to the end. 
 
 Ye thousand thousand Angel Hosts ! 
 
 Assist us in our need ; 
 Ye Patriarchs ! with the Prophet Choir ! 
 
 For our forgiveness plead. 
 
 Herald of Christ ! and Thou who still 
 Dost Heaven's dread keys retain ! 
 
 Ye glorious Apostles all ! 
 Unloose our guilty chain. 
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IMMACrXATE CONCEPTION OF B. V. M. 
 
 Army of Martyrs ! holy Priests ! 
 
 In beauteous array ! 
 Ye happy troops of Virgins chaste ! 
 
 Wash all our sins away. 
 
 All ye who high above the stars 
 
 In heavenly glory reign ! [gifts 
 
 May we, through your blest prayers, the 
 Of endless life obtain. 
 
 Praise, honor, to the Father be, 
 
 Praise to his only Son ; 
 Praise to the Spirit Paraclete, 
 
 While ceaseless ages run. 
 
 IMMACULATE CONCEPTION OF THE 
 BLESSED VIRGIN MARY.* 
 
 December 8. 
 
 [Hymns from the Office.] 
 
 AT MATINS. 
 
 Salve mundi domina. 
 Hail, Queen of the Heavens ! 
 Hail, Mistress of earth ! 
 
 * The Blessed Virgin Mary, " Conceived without 
 SIN," is the Patroness of the United States. The Feast 
 is solemnized on the Sunday within the Octave. 
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TMMAOULATE CONCEPTIOX OF B. V. M. 
 
 Hail, Virgin most pure, 
 Of immaculate birth ! 
 Clear Star of the Morning, 
 In beauty enshrined ! 
 O Lady, make speed 
 To the help of mankind ! 
 
 Thee God in the depth 
 Of eternity chose ; 
 And form'd thee all foir, 
 As his glorious Spouse ; 
 And call'd thee his Word's 
 Own Mother to be, 
 By whom He created 
 The earth, sky, and sea. 
 
 AT PRIME. 
 
 Salve Virgo sapiens. 
 Hail, Virgin most wise ! 
 Hail, Deity's Shrine, 
 With seven fair pillars 
 And Table divine ! 
 Preserved from the guilt 
 Which has come on us all ! 
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TMMACITLATE CONCEPTION OF B. V. M. 
 
 Exempt in the womb 
 From the taint of the Fall ! 
 
 O new Star of Jacob ! 
 Of Angels the Queen ! 
 O Gate of the Saints 1 
 O Mother of men ! 
 O terrible as 
 The embattled array ! 
 Be thou of the Faithful 
 The refuge and stay. 
 
 AT TERCE. 
 
 Salve area foederis. 
 
 Hail, Solomon's Throne ! 
 Pure Ark of the Law ! 
 Fair Rainbow and Bush 
 Which the Patriarch saw ! 
 Hail, Gedeon's Fleece ! 
 Hail, blossoming Rod ! 
 Samson's sweet Honeycomb ! 
 Portal of God! 
 
 Well fitting it was 
 That a Son so divine 
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IMMACULATE CONCEPTION OF B. V. M. 
 
 Should preserve from all touch 
 
 Of Original Sin ; 
 
 Nor suffer by smallest 
 
 Defect to be stain'd 
 
 That Mother, whom He 
 
 For Himself had ordain'd. 
 
 AT SEXT. 
 
 Salve Virgo piierpera. 
 Hail, Virginal Mother ! 
 Hail, Purity's Cell ! 
 Fair Shrine where the Trinity 
 Loveth to dwell ! 
 Hail, Garden of pleasure ! 
 Celestial Balm ! 
 Cedar of Chastity ! 
 Martyrdom's Palm ! 
 
 Thou Land set apart 
 From uses profane, 
 And free from the curse 
 Which in Adam began ! 
 Thou City of God! 
 Thou Gate of the East! 
 In thee is all grace, 
 O Joy of the Blest 1 
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IMMACULATE CONCEPTION OF B. V. M. 
 
 AT NONE, 
 
 Salve urhs refugii 
 Hail, City of refuge ! 
 Hail, David's high tower ! 
 With battlements crown'd, 
 And girded wdth power ! 
 Fill'd at thy Conception 
 With Love and with Light ! 
 The Dragon by Thee 
 Was shorn of his might. 
 
 O Woman most valiant ! 
 O Judith thrice blest ! 
 As David was nursed 
 In fair Abishag's breast ; 
 As the saviour of Egypt 
 Upon Rachel's knee ; 
 So the world's great Redeemer 
 Was fondled by Thee. 
 
 AT VESPEKS 
 
 Salve horologium. 
 Hail, Dial of Achaz ! 
 On Thee the true Sun 
 Told backward the course 
 Which from old He had run ; 
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IMMACULATE CONCEPTION OF B. V. M. 
 
 And, that man might be raiwed, 
 
 Submitting to shame, 
 
 A little more low 
 
 Than the Angels became. 
 
 Thou, wrapt in the blaze 
 Of His infinite Light, 
 Dost shine as the morn 
 On the confines of night ; 
 As the Moon on the lost 
 Through Obscurity dawns ; 
 The Serpent's Destroyer ! 
 A Lily 'mid thorns ! 
 
 AT COMPLINE. 
 
 Salve Virgo jiorens. 
 Hail, Mother most pure ! 
 Hail, Virgin renown'd ! 
 Hail, Queen with the stars 
 As a diadem crown'd ! 
 Above all the Angels 
 In glory untold, 
 Standing next to the King, 
 In a vesture of gold ! 
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THE rNOIACTJLATE CONCEPTION. 
 
 O Mother of mercy ! 
 O Star of the wave ! 
 O Hope of the guilty ! 
 
 Light of the grave ! 
 Through Thee may we come 
 To the Haven of rest ; 
 
 And see Heaven's King 
 In the courts of the Blest. 
 
 THE COMMENDATION. 
 
 Supplices offerimus. 
 These praises and prayers 
 
 1 lay at thy feet, 
 
 O Virgin of Virgins ! 
 O Mary most sweet ! 
 Be Thou my true guide 
 Through this pilgrimage here, 
 And stand by my side 
 When death draweth near. 
 
 THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 
 
 Sine lahe concepta. 
 
 PUREST of creatures! sweet Mother! 
 
 sweet Maid ! [laid ! 
 
 The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was 
 
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THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 
 
 Dark night hath come down on us, Moth- 
 er ! and we [Sea ! 
 Look out for thy shimng, sweet Star of the 
 
 Deep night hath come down on this rough- 
 spoken world, 
 
 And the banners of darkness are boldly 
 unfurl'd ; 
 
 And the tempest-tost Church — all her eyes 
 are on thee, [Sea ! 
 
 They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the 
 
 The Church doth what God had first taught 
 
 her to do ; 
 He look'd o'er the world to find hearts that 
 
 were true ; 
 Through the ages He look'd, and He found 
 
 none but thee, [of the Sea ! 
 
 And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star 
 
 He gazed on thy soul ; it was spotless and 
 fair, [there ; 
 
 For the empire of sin — it had never been 
 
 None had e'er own'd thee, dear Mother ! 
 but He, [of the Sea ! 
 
 And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star 
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THE IMMACULATE CONCEPnON. 
 
 Earth gave Him one lodging ; 'twas deep 
 
 in thy breast, 
 And God found a home where the sinner 
 
 finds rest ; 
 His home and his hiding-place, both were 
 
 in thee, 
 He was won by thy shining, sweet Star of 
 
 the Sea ! 
 
 O blissful and calm was the wonderful rest 
 That thou gavest thy God in thy virginal 
 
 breast ; 
 For the Heaven He left He found Heaven 
 
 in thee, 
 And He shone in thy shining, sweet Star 
 
 of the Sea ! 
 
 To simiers what comfort, to angels what 
 
 mirth, 
 That God found one creature unfallen on 
 
 earth, 
 One spot where his Spirit untroubled could 
 
 be, 
 The depths of thy shining, sweet Star of 
 
 the Sea! 
 
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THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 
 
 So age after age in the Church hath gone 
 
 round, 
 And the Saints new inventions of homage 
 
 have found, 
 New titles of honor, new honors for thee, 
 New love for thy shimng, sweet Star of the 
 
 Sea! 
 
 And now from the Church of all lands thy 
 
 dear name 
 Comes borne on the breath of one mighty 
 
 acclaim ; 
 Men call on their Father, that He should 
 
 decree 
 A new gem to thy shining, sweet Star of 
 
 the Sea ! 
 
 O shine on us brighter than ever, then, 
 
 shine ! 
 For the primest of honors, dear Mother ! is 
 
 thine ; 
 ** Conceived vvdthout sin," thy new title 
 
 shall be, 
 Clear light from thy birth-spring, sweet 
 
 Star of the Sea ! 
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EVENING HYIStN 1 TIIE B. V. MAET. 
 
 So worship we God in these rude latter days; 
 So worship we Jesus our Love, when we 
 
 praise 
 His wonderful grace in the gifts He gave 
 
 thee, [Sea ! 
 
 The gift of clear shining, sweet Star of the 
 
 Deep night hath come down on us, Mother ! 
 
 deep night. 
 And we need more tnan ever the guide of 
 
 thy light ; 
 For the darker the night is, the brighter 
 
 should be 
 Thy beautiful shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 
 
 EVENING HYMN TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN 
 MARY. 
 
 Ave maris Stella. 
 
 1 Gentle Star of ocean ! 
 
 Portal of the sky ! 
 Ever Virgin Mother 
 Of the Lord most High ! 
 
 2 Oh ! by Gabriel's Ave, 
 
 Utter'd long ago, 
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EVENING HYIktN TO THE B. Y. 2*IAHY. 
 
 Stablish peace below. 
 
 3 Break the captive's fetters ; 
 
 Light on blindness pour ; 
 All our ills expelling, 
 Every bliss implore. 
 
 4 Show thyself a Mother ; 
 
 Offer Him our sighs, 
 Who for us Incarnate 
 Did not thee despise. 
 
 6 Virgin of all Virgins ! 
 
 To thy shelter take us : 
 Gentlest of the gentle ! 
 
 Chaste and gentle make us. 
 
 6 Still as on we journey, 
 
 Help our weak endeavor; 
 Till with thee and Jesus 
 We rejoice forever. 
 
 7 Through the highest Heaven, 
 
 To the Almighty Three, 
 Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 One same glory be. 
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EVENING HYIVIN" TO THE B. V. MAJIT. 
 
 1 Ave maris stella, 
 Dei mater alma, 
 Atque semper virgo, 
 Felix coeli porta. 
 
 2 Smnens illud Ave 
 Gabrielis ore, 
 Fmida nos in pace, 
 Mutans Evse nomeii, 
 
 3 Solve vincla reis, 
 Prefer lumen caecis, 
 Mala nostra peUe, 
 Bona cmicta posce. 
 
 4 Monstra te esse matrem, 
 Smnat per te preces, 
 Qui pro nobis natus, 
 Tulit esse tuus. 
 
 5 Virgo singularis, 
 Inter omnes mitis, 
 Nos culpis solutos, 
 Mites fac et castos. 
 
 6 Vitam prsesta puram, 
 Iter para tutum, 
 
 Ut videntes Jesum, 
 Semper coUsetemur. 
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HYMN FOK THE FEASTS OF APOSTLES. 
 
 7 Sit laus Deo Patri, 
 Summo Christo decus, 
 Spiritui Sancto, 
 Tribus honor unus. 
 
 HYMN FOR THE FEASTS OF APOSTLES. 
 Sterna Christi munera. 
 The Lord's eternal gifts, 
 Th' Apostles' mighty praise, 
 
 Their victories, and high reward. 
 Sing we in joyful lays. 
 
 Lords of the Churches they ; . 
 
 Triumphant Chiefs of war ; 
 Brave Soldiers of the Heavenly Court ; 
 True lights for evermore. 
 
 Theirs was the Saints' high Faith; 
 And quenchless Hope's pure glow; 
 And perfect Charity, which laid 
 The world's fell tyrant low. 
 
 In them the Father shone ; 
 In them the Son o'ercame ; 
 In them the Holy Spirit wrought, 
 And fill'd their hearts with flame. 
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FEASTS OF APOSTLES AND EVANQ. 
 
 To God, the Father, Son, 
 And Spuit, glory be ; 
 As was, and is, and shall be so, 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 FOR THE FEASTS OF APOSTLES AND 
 EVANGELISTS. 
 
 Exultet orbis gaudiis. 
 Now let the earth with joy resound, 
 And highest Heaven re-echo round ; 
 Nor Heaven nor earth too high can raise 
 The great Apostles' glorious praise. 
 
 O ye who, throned in glory dread. 
 Shall judge the living and the dead! 
 Lights of the world for evermore ! 
 To you the suppliant prayer we pour. 
 
 Ye close the sacred gates on high; 
 At your command apart they fly : 
 Oh ! loose us from the guilty chain 
 We strive to break, and strive in vain. 
 Sickness and health your voice obey ; 
 At your command they go or stay : 
 Oh, then from sin our souls restore ; 
 Increase our vktues more and more. 
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FOE THE FEASTS OF I^IAHTYRS. 
 
 So when the world is at its end, 
 And Christ to judgment shall descend. 
 May we be call'd those joys to see 
 Prepared from all eternity. 
 
 Praise to the Father, with the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, Three in One ; 
 As ever was in ages past, 
 And shall be so while ages last. 
 
 FOR THE FEASTS OF MARTYRS. 
 Deus tuorum militum. 
 O Thou, of all thy warriors, Lord, 
 Thyself the crown, and sure reward ; 
 Set us from sinful fetters free. 
 Who sing thy Martyr's victory. 
 
 In selfish pleasures' worldly round 
 The taste of bitter gall he found ; 
 But sweet to him was thy blest Name, 
 And thus to heavenly joys he came. 
 
 Right manfully his cross he bore. 
 And ran his race of torments sore : 
 For Thee he pour'd his life away ; 
 With Thee he lives in endless day. 
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FOR THE FEASTS OF CONFESSORS. 
 
 We, then, before Thee bending low, 
 Entreat Thee, Lord, thy love to show 
 On this the day thy Martyr died, 
 Who in thy Saints art glorified! 
 
 Now to the Father, and the Son, 
 Be glory while the ages run ; 
 The same, O Holy Ghost ! to Thee, 
 Through ages of eternity. 
 
 FOR THE FEASTS OF CONFESSORS. 
 Iste Confessor Domini, colentes. 
 
 1 The Confessor of Christ, from shore to 
 
 shore 
 Honor'd with solemn rite ; [o'er, 
 This day went up with joy, his labors 
 To his blest seat m light, 
 
 [If it be not the day of his death, the following is sub- 
 stituted.] 
 
 This day receives that homage which 
 is his. 
 High in the realms of light. 
 
 2 Holy and innocent were all his ways ; 
 
 Sweet, temperate, unstain'd ; 
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FOE THE FEASTS OF COKFESSOES. 
 
 His life was prayer, — his every breath 
 was praise, 
 While breath to him remain'd. 
 
 3 Ofttimes his merits high in every land, 
 
 In cures have been display'd ; 
 And still does health return at his eom- 
 To many a frame decay'd. [mand 
 
 4 Therefore to him triumphant praise we 
 
 And yearly songs renew ; [pay? 
 
 Praying our glorious Saint for us to pray, 
 All the long ages through. 
 
 5 To God, of all the centre and the source, 
 
 Be power and glory given ; 
 Who sways the mighty world through 
 all its course, 
 From the bright throne of Heaven. 
 
 1 IsTE Confessor Domini, colentes 
 Queni pie laudant populi per orbem, 
 Hac die laetus meruit beatas 
 Scandere sedes. 
 
 [Si non est dies obitus, dicatur.] 
 
 Hac die laetus meruit supremos 
 Laudis honores. 
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FOE THE FEASTS OF VIRGINS. 
 
 2 Qui pius, prudens, humilis, pudicus, 
 Sobriam duxit sine labe vitam, 
 Donee humanos animavit aurse 
 
 SpLritus artus. 
 
 3 Cujus ob praestans meritum frequentur, 
 JEgra quse passim jacuere membra, 
 Viribus uiorbi doraitis, saluti 
 
 Restituuntur. 
 
 4 Noster hinc illi chorus obsequcntem 
 Concinit laudem, celebresque palmas ; 
 Ut piis ejus precibus juvemur 
 
 Onine per aevum. 
 
 5 Sit salus illi, decus atque virtus, 
 Qui super coeli solio coruscans, 
 Totius mundi seriem gubernat 
 
 Trinus et unus. 
 
 FOR THE FEASTS OF VIRGINS. 
 
 Jesu corona Virginum. 
 Thou Crown of all the Virgin choir I 
 
 That holy Mother's Virgin Son ! 
 Who is, alone of womankind, 
 Mother and Virgin both in one ; 
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HYMNS AT THE BENEDICTION OF 
 
 Encircled by thy Virgin band, 
 Amid the lilies Thou art found ; 
 
 For thy pure brides with lavish hand 
 Scattering immortal graces round. 
 
 And still, wherever Thou dost bend 
 Thy lovely steps, O glorious King, 
 
 Virgins upon thy steps attend. 
 And hymns to thy high glory sing. 
 
 Keep us, O Purity divine. 
 
 From every least corruption free ; 
 
 Our every sense from sin refine. 
 And purify our souls for Thee. 
 
 To God the Father, and the Son, 
 All honor, glory, praise, be given ; 
 
 With Thee, O holy Paraclete ! 
 
 Henceforth by all in earth and Heaven. 
 
 HYMNS AT THE BENEDICTION OF THE 
 BLESSED SACRAMENT. 
 
 salutaris Eostia. 
 1 O SAVING Victim ! opening wide 
 
 The gate of Heaven to man below! 
 Our foes press on from every side ; — 
 Thine aid supply, thy strength bestow. 
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THE BLESSED SACKA^IENT. 
 
 2 To thy great Name be endless praise, 
 Immortal Godhead, One m Three! 
 Oh, gi-ant us endless length of days, 
 In our true native land, with Thee ! 
 
 1 sALUTARis Hostia ! 
 Quae cceh pandis ostium: 
 Bella premunt hostilia : 
 Da robur, fer auxilium. 
 
 2 Uni trinoque Domino, 
 Sit sempiterna gloria : 
 Qui vitam sine termino, 
 Nobis donet in patria. 
 
 Pange lingua gloriosL 
 
 1 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, 
 
 Of his Flesh the mystery sing : 
 Of the Blood, all price exceeding. 
 
 Shed by our immortal King, 
 Destined, for the world's redemption, 
 
 From a noble womb to spring. 
 
 2 Of a pure and spotless Virgin 
 
 Born for us on earth below, 
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HYMNS AT THE BENEDICTION OF 
 
 He, as Man with man conversing, 
 Stay'd, the seeds of truth to sow; 
 
 Then He closed in solemn order 
 Wondrously his life of woe. 
 
 3 On the night of that Last Supper, 
 
 Seated with his chosen band, 
 He the paschal victim eating, 
 
 First fulfils the law's command; 
 Then, as Food to all his brethren 
 
 Gives Himself with his own hand. 
 
 4 Word made Flesh, the bread of nature 
 
 By his word to Flesh He turns ; 
 Wine into his Blood He changes : — 
 
 What though sense no change dis- 
 Only be the heart in earnest, [cerns ? 
 
 Faith her lesson quickly learns. 
 
 [Tantum ergo sacramentnm.] 
 
 5 Down in adoration falling, 
 
 Lo ! the sacred Host we hail ! 
 Lo ! o'er ancient forms departing, 
 
 Newer rites of grace prevail ; 
 Faith, for all defects supplying, 
 
 Where the feeble senses fail. 
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THE BLESSED SACRAMENT. 
 
 To the Everlasting Father, 
 
 And the Son who reigns on high, 
 
 With the Holy Ghost proceeding 
 Forth from Each eternally, 
 
 Be salvation, honor, blessing, 
 Might, and endless majesty. 
 
 1 Paxge lingua gloriosi 
 Corporis mysterium, 
 Sanguinisque pretiosi, 
 Quern in mundi pretium 
 Fructus ventris generosi 
 Rex effudit gentium. 
 
 2 Nobis datus, nobis natus 
 Ex intacta Virgine, 
 
 Et in mundo conversatus, 
 Sparso verbi semine, 
 Sui moras incolatus 
 Miro clausit ordine. 
 
 3 In supremse nocte coenae 
 Recumbens cum fratribus, 
 Observata lege plane 
 Cibis in legalibus, 
 Cibum turbse duodenae 
 Se dat suis manibus. 
 
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HYMNS AT THE BENEDICTION OF 
 
 4 Verbum caro, panem verum 
 Verbo carnem efficit : 
 Fitque sanguis Christi mermn : 
 Et, si sensus deficit, 
 
 Ad firmandum cor sincerum 
 Sola fides sufficit. 
 
 5 Tantum ergo Sacramentum 
 Yeneremur cernui ; 
 
 Et antiquum docmnentum 
 K'ovo cedat ritui : 
 Prsestet fides supplementum 
 Sensuiun defectui. 
 
 6 Genitori, Genitoque 
 Laus et jubilatio, 
 
 Salus, honor, virtus quoque, 
 Sit et benedictio: 
 Procedenti ab utroque 
 Compar sit laudatio. 
 
 Ave, verum corpus natum. 
 Hail to Thee I true Body, sprung 
 From the Virgin Mary's womb ! 
 The same that on the Cross was hung, 
 And bore for man the bitter doom ! 
 144 
 
THE BLESSED SACRAMENT. 
 
 Thou, whose side was pierced, andflow'd 
 Both with water and with blood ; 
 Suffer us to taste of Thee, 
 In our life's last agony. 
 
 O kind, O loving One ! 
 O sweet Jesu, Mary's Son ! 
 
 Adoro Te devote latens Deitas. 
 
 Godhead hid, devoutly I adore Thee, 
 Who truly art within the forms before me ; 
 To Thee my heart I bow with bended knee, 
 As failing quite in contemplating Thee. 
 
 Sight, touch, and taste in Thee are each 
 
 deceived ; 
 The ear alone most safely is believed ; 
 
 1 believe all the Son of God has spoken, 
 Than truth's own word there is no truer 
 
 token. 
 
 God only on the Cross lay hid from view ; 
 But here lies hid at once the Manhood too : 
 And I, in both professing my belief. 
 Make the same prayer as the repentant thief. 
 10 145 
 
Thy wounds, as Thomas saw, I do not see : 
 Yet Thee confess my Lord and God to be ; 
 Make me believe Thee ever more and 
 
 more ; 
 In Thee my hope, in Thee my love to store. 
 
 O thou Memorial of our Lord's own dying ! 
 O living Bread, to mortals life supplying ! 
 Make Thou my soul henceforth on Thee to 
 
 live; 
 Ever a taste of heavenly sweetness give. 
 
 O loving Pelican ! O Jesu, Lord ! 
 Unclean I am, but cleanse me in thy blood ; 
 Of which a single drop, for sinners spilt, 
 Can purge the entu-e world from all its guilt. 
 
 Jesu ! whom for the present veil'd I see, 
 What I so thirst for, oh, vouchsafe to me : 
 That I may see thy countenance unfolding, 
 And may be blest thy glory in beholding. 
 
 [The following is usually sung after every stanza.] 
 
 Jesu, eternal Shepherd ! hear our cry : 
 Increase the faith of all whose souls on 
 Thee rely. 
 
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JESUS OrR REDEEMER. 
 
 JESUS OUR REDEEMER. 
 Jesu nostra Hedemptio. 
 
 O Jesu ! our Redemption ! 
 
 Loved and desired with tears ! 
 God, of all worlds Creator ! 
 Man, in the close of years ! 
 
 Wliat wondrous pity moved Thee 
 To make our cause thine own ! 
 
 And suffer death and torments. 
 For sinners to atone ! 
 
 O Thou, who piercing Hades, 
 Thy captives didst unchahi ! 
 
 Who gloriously ascendedst 
 Thy Father's Throne again ! 
 
 Subdue our many evils 
 
 By mercy all divine ; 
 And comfort with thy presence 
 
 The hearts that for Thee pine. 
 
 Be Thou our joy, O Jesu ! 
 
 In whom our prize we see ; 
 Always, through all the ages. 
 
 In Thee our glory be. 
 U1 
 
THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. 
 
 THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. 
 Dies ir<x, dies ilia. 
 
 NiGHER still, and still more nigh 
 Draws the Day of Prophecy, 
 Doom'd to melt the earth and sky. 
 
 Oh, what trembling there shall be, 
 When the w^orld its Judge shall see, 
 Coming in dread majesty ! 
 
 Hark ! the trump, with thrilling tone, 
 From sepulchral regions lone, 
 Summons all before the throne : 
 
 Time and Death it doth appal, 
 To see the buried ages all 
 Rise to answer at the call. 
 
 Now the books are open spread ; 
 Now the WTiting must be read. 
 Which condemns the quick and dead : 
 
 Now, before the Judge severe 
 Hidden things must all appear ; 
 Naught can pass unpunish'd here. 
 148 
 
THE DAT OF JUDGMENl. 
 
 What shall guilty I then plead ? 
 
 Who for me wall intercede, 
 
 When the Saints shall comfort need ? 
 
 Krng of dreadful Majesty ! 
 Who dost freely justify ; 
 Fount of Pity, save Thou me ! 
 
 Recollect, O Love divine ! 
 'Twas for this lost sheep of thine 
 Thou thy glory didst resign : 
 
 Satest wearied seeking me ; 
 Sufferedst upon the Tree ; 
 Let not vain thy labor be. 
 
 Judge of Justice, hear my prayer ! 
 Spare me, Lord, in mercy spare ! 
 Ere the Reckoning-day appear. 
 
 Lo ! thy gracious face I seek ; 
 Shame and grief are on my cheek ; 
 Sighs and tears my sorrow speak. 
 
 Thou didst Mary's guilt forgive ; 
 Didst the dying thief receive ; 
 Hence doth hope within me live. 
 149 
 
THE DAY OF JUDGIVIENT. 
 
 Worthless are my prayers, I know ; 
 Yet, oh, cause me not to go 
 Into everlasting woe. 
 
 Sever'd from the guilty band, 
 Make me with thy sheep to stand. 
 Placing me on thy right hand. 
 
 When the cursed in anguish flee 
 
 Into flames of misery ; 
 
 With the Blest then call Thou me. 
 
 Suppliant in the dust I lie ; 
 
 My heart a cinder, crush'd and dry ; 
 
 Help me, Lord, when death is nigh ! 
 
 Full of tears, and full of dread, 
 Is the day that wakes the dead, 
 Calling all, with solemn blast, 
 From the ashes of the past. 
 
 Lord of mercy ! Jesu blest ! 
 Grant the Faithful light and rest. 
 150 
 
HYMNS FOR COMMUOTON. 
 
 HYMNS 
 
 FOa PAKTICULAB, OCCASIONS OF DEVOTION. 
 
 HYMNS FOR COMMUNION. 
 Ecce Funis Angelorum. [See page, 83.] 
 
 Viva, viva, Gesu. [See page 53.] 
 
 HTMN OF ST. FBANCIS XAVIEE. 
 
 Deus, ego amo Te. [See page 63.] 
 
 My GOD AND MY ALL, 
 
 " Deus mens et o^nnia.'" — St. Francis. 
 
 While Thou, O my God, art my help and 
 defender, 
 No cares can o'erwhelm me, no terrors 
 appal ; 
 The wiles and the snares of this world will 
 but render 
 More lively my hope in my God and my 
 all, 
 
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HYMNS FOE COMMUOTON. 
 
 Yes ; Thou art my refuge in sorrow and 
 danger ; 
 My strength when I suffer; my hope 
 when I fiill ; 
 My comfort and joy in this land of the 
 stranger ; 
 My treasure, my glory, my God, and my 
 all. 
 
 To Thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without 
 ceasing. 
 Though grief may oppress me, or sorrow 
 befall; 
 And love Thee, till death, my blest spirit 
 releasing, 
 Secures to me Jesus, my God and my all. 
 
 And when Thou demandest the life Thou 
 hast given, 
 With joy will I answer thy merciful call ; 
 And quit Thee on earth, but to find Thee 
 in heaven. 
 My portion forever, my God, and my all. 
 152 
 
HYMNS FOR COMMUNION. 
 
 HOLY COMMUNION. 
 
 O WHAT could my Jesus do more, 
 Or what greater blessing impart ! 
 
 O silence, my soul, and Adore, 
 
 And press Him still near to thy heart. 
 
 'Tis here from my labors I'll rest. 
 
 Since He makes ray poor heart his abode ; 
 
 To Him all my cares I'll address, 
 And speak to the heart of my God. 
 
 For life and for death Thou art mine, 
 My Saviour, I'm seal'd with thy blood; 
 
 Till eternity on me doth shine, 
 I'll feed on the flesh of my God. 
 
 In Jesus triumphant I live — 
 
 In Jesus exultingly die — 
 The terrors of death calmly brave — 
 
 In his bosom breathe out my last sigh. 
 
 AFTER COMMUNION. 
 
 What happiness can equal mine 1 
 I've found the object of my love — 
 
 My Jesus dear — my King divine, 
 Is come to me from heaven above ! 
 153 
 
HYMNS FOR COMMUNION. 
 
 He chose my heart for his abode ; 
 
 There He becomes my daily bread ; 
 There on me flows his healing blood, 
 
 There, with his flesh, my soul is fed. 
 
 I am my Love's, and He is mine ; 
 
 In me He dwells; in Him I live ; 
 What greater gifts could love combine ? 
 
 What greater could even heaven give? 
 O sacred banquet, heavenly feast ! 
 
 O overflowing source of grace ! 
 Where God the food, and man the guest, 
 
 Meet and unite in sweet embrace ! 
 
 [The Hymns at the Benediction of the Blessed Sacra- 
 ment, pages 140 to 146, may also be used with ad- 
 vantage.] 
 
 FIRST COMMUNION. 
 HYMN OF ST. BERNARD. 
 
 Jesit I dulcis memoria. 
 [All the parts, pages 40 to 43.] 
 
 Lux alma Jesu mentium. 
 Light of the soul, O Sa\-iour blest ! 
 Soon as thy presence fills the breast, 
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HYMNS FOR COMMUNION. 
 
 Darkness and guilt are put to flight, 
 And all is sweetness and delight. 
 
 Son of the Father ! Lord most high ! 
 How glad is he who feels Thee nigh ! 
 How sweet in Heaven thy beam doth glow, 
 Denied to eye of flesh below ! 
 
 O Light of Light celestial ! 
 
 O Charity ineftable ! 
 
 Come in thy hidden majesty ; 
 
 Fill us with love, fill us with Thee. 
 
 To Jesus, from the proud conceal'd, 
 But evermore to babes reveal'd. 
 All glory with the Father be, 
 And Holy Gliost eternally. 
 
 LOXGING FOR CHRIST, 
 
 My spirit longeth for Thee 
 To dwell within my breast ; 
 
 Although I am unworthy 
 Of so divine a Guest ! 
 
 Of so divine a Guest — 
 Unworthy though I be ; 
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HYMNS FOE CONFESSION. 
 
 Yet hath my heart no rest 
 Until it come to Thee ! 
 
 Until it come to Thee, — 
 In vain I look around ; 
 
 In all that I can see, 
 No rest is to be found ! 
 
 No rest is to be found, 
 But in thy bleeding love : 
 
 Oh ! let my wish be crown'd, 
 And send it from above ! 
 
 HYMNS FOR CONFESSION. 
 
 THE sinner's PEAYER. 
 
 [From the Hymn, Ex more docti mystico."] 
 
 Lord ! let me shun whatever things 
 
 Distract the erring heart ; 
 And let me shut the soul against 
 
 The tyrant Tempter's art. 
 
 Look on these tears, wherewith I strive 
 Thy vengeance to appease : 
 
 Lord ! hear me say with contrite voice, 
 Lowly on bended knees : 
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HYMNS FOK CONFESSION. 
 
 " Much have I sinn'd, O Lord ! and still 
 
 I sin each day I live ; 
 Yet pour thy pity from on high, 
 
 And of thy grace forgive. 
 
 Remember that I still am thine, 
 
 Though of a fallen frame : 
 And take not from me in thy wrath 
 
 The glory of thy name. 
 
 Undo past evil ; grant me, Lord, 
 
 More grace to do aright ; 
 So let me now and ever find 
 
 Acceptance in thy sight." 
 
 Blest Trinity in Unity ! 
 
 Vouchsafe me in thy love, 
 True hate of sin ; death in thy grace, 
 
 And endless joys above. 
 
 Alma Redemptoris Mater. [See page 24.] 
 
 Ave Regina ccelorum. [See page 24.] 
 
 Exultet orbis gaudiis. [See page 135.] 
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HY]MNS FOK CONFESSION. 
 
 AFTER CONFESSION. 
 
 Rex sempiterne ccelitum. 
 
 O Thou, the Heaven's eternal King ! 
 
 Lord of the starry spheres ! 
 Who with the Father equal art 
 
 From everlasting years : 
 
 All praise to thy most holy Name, 
 Who, when the world began, 
 
 Yoking the soul with clay, didst form 
 In thine own image, Man. 
 
 And praise to Thee, who, when the Foe 
 Had marr'd thy work sublime. 
 
 Clothing Thyself in flesh, didst mould 
 Our race a second time ; 
 
 When from the tomb new born, as from 
 
 A Virgin born before. 
 Thou didst reverse our fallen state, 
 
 And life to man restore. 
 
 Eternal Shepherd ! who thy flock 
 
 In thy pure Font dost lave, [guilt 
 
 Where souls are cleansed, and all their 
 Buried as in a grave ; 
 
HY^tNS FOK CONFESSION. 
 
 Jesu ! who to the Cross wast nail'd, 
 Our countless debt to pay ; 
 
 Jesu ! who lavishly didst pour 
 Thy blood for us away : 
 
 Oh, from the wretched death of sin 
 Keep us ; so shalt Thou be 
 
 The everlasting Paschal joy 
 Of all new born in Thee. 
 
 To God the Father, and the Son 
 Who rose, be glory given ; 
 
 With Thee, Almighty Paraclete ! 
 By all in earth and Heaven. 
 
 Summi Parentis Uniee. 
 Son of the Highest ! deign to cast 
 
 On us a pitying eye ; 
 Thou, who repentant Magdalene 
 
 Didst call to endless joy. 
 
 Again the royal treasury 
 
 Receives its long-lost coin ; 
 The gem is found, and, cleansed from 
 mire. 
 Doth all the stars outshine. 
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HYMNS FOR CONFIIiMATION. 
 
 O Jesu ! balm of every wound ! 
 
 The sinner's only stay ! 
 Wash Thou in Magdalene's pure tears 
 
 Our guilty spots away. 
 
 Mother of God ! the sons of Eve 
 Weeping thine aid implore : 
 
 Oh ! land us from the storms of life, 
 Safe on th' eternal shore. 
 
 Glory, for graces manifold, 
 
 To the one only Lord ; 
 Whose mercy doth our souls forgive, 
 
 Whose bounty doth reward. 
 
 HYMNS FOR CONFIRMATION. 
 
 Veni Creator Spiritus. [See page 73.] 
 Veni Sancte Spiritus. [See page 76.] 
 
 OFFERING. 
 
 My God, accept my heart this day, 
 And make it always thine, — 
 
 That I from Thee no more may stray, 
 No more from Thee decline. 
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HYMNS OF THE LITAISTY OF OUR LADY. 
 
 Before the cross of Him who died, 
 
 Behold, I prostrate fall : 
 Let every sin be crucified, — 
 
 Let Christ be all in all ! 
 
 Anoint me with thy heavenly grace, 
 
 Adopt me for thine own, — 
 That I may see thy glorious face, 
 
 And worship at thy throne ! 
 
 May the dear blood, once shed for me, 
 My blest atonement prove, — 
 
 That I from first to last may be 
 The purchase of thy love ! 
 
 Let every thought, and work, and word, 
 
 To Thee be ever given, — 
 Then life shall be thy service. Lord, 
 
 And death the gate of heaven ! 
 
 HYMNS OF THE LITANY OF OUR LADY. 
 LADT OF LORETTO. 
 
 Hadl, holy Virgin ! Mary — Hail ! 
 Whose tender mercies never fail ; 
 Mother of Christ, of grace divine, 
 Of purity the spotless shrine, — 
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HYMNS OF THE LITANY OF OUR LADY. 
 
 Mother of God, with vh'tues crown'd, 
 Most faithful — pitiful — renown'd ; 
 Deign from thy throne to look on me, 
 And hear my mournful Litany. 
 
 Mirror of justice, and of joy. 
 Wisdom itself without alloy; 
 Vessel of honor, and of grace, 
 Beholding Jesus face to face : 
 Mystical Rose of rich perfume, — 
 Beauty of beauties, bathed in bloom : 
 Deign from thy throne to look on me, 
 And hear my solemn Litany. 
 
 Thou Ivory Tower, beyond compare, 
 Like that of David, yet more rare ; 
 Palace of peace, and House of Gold, 
 Ark of the Covenant of old ; — 
 Gate of that heaven beheld afar, 
 And of dark night the Morning Star : 
 Deign from thy throne to look on me, 
 And listen to my Litany. 
 
 Health of the weak, to make them 
 
 strong. 
 Refuge of sinners, and their song; 
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HYMNS OF THE LITJlNT OF OUR LADY. 
 
 Comfort of each afflicted breast, 
 Haven of hope in reahns of rest ; — 
 Queen of the patriarchs gone before, 
 Light of the prophets' learned lore : 
 Deign from thy throne to look on me, 
 And hear my lowly Litany. 
 
 Queen of the thousand thousand quires, 
 Where angels sweep unnumberd lyres ; 
 Queen of apostles, w^here they reign 
 Assessors to the Lamb once slain ; 
 Queen of the martyrs — where they glow 
 In raiment whiter wash'd than snow : 
 Queen of all virgins, look on me, 
 And listen to my Litany. 
 
 Lead me, oh ! lead me to thy Son, 
 To taste and feel what He has done ; 
 To lay me low before His cross, 
 And reckon all besides as dross : — 
 To speak, and think, and will, and move, 
 And love, as thou wouldst have me love : 
 Oh ! look upon this bended knee. 
 And hear my heart's own Litany. 
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HYMXS OF THE LITAl^T OF OUE LADY. 
 
 ROSA MYSTICA. 
 
 Rose of the Cross, thou mystic flower ! 
 
 I lift my heart to tliee : 
 In every melancholy hour, 
 
 Mary I remember me. 
 
 A wanderer here, through many a wild 
 Where few their way can see, — 
 
 Bloom wdth thy fragrance on thy child ; 
 Mary ! remember me. 
 
 Let me but stand where thou hast stood, 
 
 Beside the crimson tree ; 
 And by the water and the blood, 
 
 Mary I remember me. 
 
 There let me wash my sinful soul, 
 
 And be from sin set free ; 
 Drawn by thy love, by grace made whole : 
 
 Mary ! remember me. 
 
 Be thy blest Son my all in all. 
 
 To whom for life I flee ; 
 And when before His face I fall, — 
 
 Mary ! remember me. 
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HYAINS OF THE LITANY OF OUB LADY. 
 
 Lead me forever to adore 
 
 The glorious One in Three ; 
 And whilst I tremble more and more, 
 
 Mary ! remember me. 
 
 Rose of the Cross, thou thornless flower, 
 
 May I thy follower be ; 
 And when temptation wields its power, 
 
 Mary ! remember me. 
 
 TURRIS EBURNEA. 
 
 Daughter of David, ever fair, 
 
 In all thy gentle power, 
 Oh ! let me find thy gracious care 
 An Ivory Tower ! 
 
 Created by the King of kings 
 
 To be His own abode, — 
 Beneath the shadow of His wings. 
 Mother of God ! 
 
 For this to thee in each distress 
 
 As shelter man may run. 
 And through thee hasten on to bless 
 Thy glorious Son. 
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HYMNS OF THE LITANY OF OUK LADY. 
 
 Defend me then in thine embrace, 
 Where safety blends with rest, 
 To make my paradise of grace 
 Thy virgin breast. 
 
 Beauty of women ! Matchless Maid ! 
 
 Immaculate, sublime : 
 When death in low^ly dust hath laid 
 All towers of time, — 
 
 Thy light impearl'd in bliss shall glow, 
 
 And I will look to thee, — 
 For thou hast been, in weal and woe, 
 A Tower to me. 
 
 FCEDERIS ARCA. 
 
 Holy of holies ! rend the veil 
 Before thy throne of gold : 
 
 Ark of the Covenant, all hail, — 
 The Virgin we behold ! 
 
 Bright cherubim and seraphim, 
 In one mysterious crowed. 
 
 Expand the everlasting hymn 
 That rolls from cloud to cloud. 
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HYMNS OF THE LITAXY OF OUR LADY. 
 
 Odors, in folds of fragrant fumes, 
 
 Pervade the ravish'd skies ; 
 Whilst angels form, with arching plumes, 
 
 A firmament of eyes !* 
 
 They gaze, and as they gaze, they shine, 
 
 And as they shine, admire, 
 With adoration all divine, — 
 
 Alllove,— all life,— all fire! 
 
 No temple there is made w4th hands 
 
 By human priesthood trod; 
 Alone the once-slain Victim stands, 
 
 The living Lamb of God I 
 
 To Him the Blessed Mary prays. 
 
 With Him she intercedes; 
 The Church, around her, homage pays, 
 
 For whom her mercy pleads. 
 
 Oh ! that on earth we yet may bear 
 
 A part with those above ; 
 And mingling oft in spirit there, 
 
 Be swallow'd up of love. 
 
 * Ezech. i. 18-23 ; x. 12 : Apocal. iv. 8. 
 
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HYMNS OF THE LITAirr OF OUR LADT. 
 
 JANUA CCELI. 
 
 Gate of immortal bliss, — 
 
 Whose sweet celestial ray 
 Comes shining o'er the vast abyss, 
 
 That severs night from day, — 
 
 My soul unfurls her wings 
 
 To soar aloft to thee, — 
 And far removed from earthly things, 
 
 Adores thy mystery. 
 
 The prophet saw that fane 
 
 Of heavenly beauty fair. 
 Where Deity itself would deign 
 
 To find a dwelling there : 
 
 One portal stood alone,* 
 
 Of peerless pearl its frame : 
 There would the Lord ascend his throne, 
 
 And Mary was its name. 
 
 All hail, thou matchless Maid ! 
 
 An entrance make for me, — 
 Where He in glory is display'd 
 
 Who came to us through thee. 
 
 * Ezekiel xliv. 1, 2. 
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HYMNS OF THE LITANY OF OUR LADY. 
 
 By all, and more than mothers know 
 
 In their maternal state, — 
 By all thy vigils, tears, and woe. 
 
 Thyself immaculate ; — 
 
 Thou Virgin Queen of earth and heaven, 
 
 Present me to thy Son, — 
 That every sin may be forgiven, 
 
 And a fresh trophy won. 
 
 STELLA MATUTINA ! 
 
 Star of the Morning, like an eye 
 
 That beams upon the brow of love ; 
 Oh ! let thy lustrous radiancy 
 Shine from above ! 
 
 Crown of the opening day of days. 
 When Jesus as an infant smiled ; 
 Teach every heart aright to praise 
 Thy Holy Child ! 
 
 Brightness of beauty, — Diadem 
 Of nature rising out of night ; 
 Lamp of the Church ! her Bridal Gem, 
 Fountain of Light ! 
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HYMNS OF THE LITANY OF OUR LADY. 
 
 Glory of that celestial zone 
 
 Arranged by God in dread array, — 
 A galaxy around His throne 
 Of saints that pray ; 
 
 Centre and source of endless grace 
 
 For those who on thee humbly call ; 
 With the bright visions of thy face 
 Illumine all ! 
 
 Star of the Morning, like an eye 
 
 That beams upon the brow of love ; 
 Oh ! let thy lustrous radiancy 
 Shine from above ! 
 
 DOMUS AUREA. 
 
 Light! Light! Infinite Light! 
 
 The mountains melted away : 
 Ten thousand thousand seraphim bright 
 
 Were lost in a blaze of day : 
 For God was there, and beneath His feet 
 
 A pavement of sapphires glow'd,* 
 As the mirror of glory transcendently meet 
 
 To reflect His own abode ! 
 
 * Exodus xxiv. 10. 
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HYTVmS OF THE LITANY OF OUR LADY. 
 
 Love ! Love ! Infinite Love ! 
 
 The lowly Lady of grace 
 Bows underneath the o'ershadowing Dove, 
 
 Her eternal Son to embrace ! 
 For God is there, the Ancient of Days, 
 
 An Infant of human years : 
 Whilst angels around them incessantly 
 gaze, 
 
 And natuz'e is wrapt in tears ! 
 
 Peace ! Peace ! Infinite Peace ! 
 
 A Golden House hath it found, 
 Whose ineffable beauty must ever increase. 
 
 With immortality crown'd ! 
 For God was there, the Lord of the skies, 
 
 Whose loud alleluias ran 
 From heaven to earth, — as Emmanuel lies 
 
 In the arms of Mary for man ! 
 
 ALL saints! 
 
 Head of the Hosts in glory ! 
 We joyfully adore Thee, — 
 
 Thy Church on earth below, 
 Blending with those on high, — 
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HYMNS OF TETE LITANY OF OUR LADl. 
 
 Where through the azure sky 
 Thy saints in e.cstasy, — 
 Forever glow ! 
 
 Armies of God ! in union 
 
 With us, through one communion,- 
 
 Pour forth sweet prayers : 
 Our souls in love embrace, — 
 Around the Saviour's face, — 
 And ask His special grace 
 
 To soothe our cares. 
 
 Offer those golden vials* 
 Of odors, — for our trials, — 
 
 Before the throne : 
 Till God the Father smile 
 On us, — though we were vile, — 
 Now counted without guile, 
 
 Through Christ alone ! 
 
 Then raise the song of gladness, 
 To dissipate our sadness — 
 
 Along this vale of tears ; 
 We wend our weary way 
 Up towards the realms of day, — 
 
 * Apocalypse, v. 8. 
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HY]VmS OF THE LITANY OF OUR LADY. 
 
 And watch, — and wait, — and pray, 
 Constant in fears ! 
 
 Holy Apostles ! — beaming 
 With radiance brightly streaming 
 
 From diadems of power ; 
 Call on the awful name, — 
 That we, through flood and flame, 
 The gospel may proclaim, 
 
 In every hour! 
 
 Martyrs ! — whose mystic legions 
 March o'er yon heavenly regions 
 
 In triumph round and round : 
 Wave — wave your banners — wave ! 
 Your God — our Saviour, clave 
 For Death itself a grave, — 
 
 In hell profound ! 
 
 Saints ! — in fair circles, casting 
 Rich trophies everlasting 
 
 At Jesu's pierced feet, — 
 Amidst our rude alarms, 
 Stretch forth your conquering arms, 
 That we, too, safe from harms, 
 
 In heaven may meet ! 
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MONTH OF MAY 
 
 Virgins ! — in bliss transcendent, 
 Whose coronals resplendent 
 
 Unwithering bloom : 
 Exalt, in ceaseless lays. 
 Him whom all anthems praise, 
 And ot't our spirits raise 
 
 With your perfume ! 
 
 Angels — Archangels ! glorious 
 Guards of the Church victorious I 
 
 Worship the Lamb ! 
 Crown Him with crowns of light, 
 One of the Three by right, — 
 Love, — Majesty, — and JNIight, — 
 
 The Great I AM ! 
 
 MONTH OF MAY. 
 
 PIOUS ASPIRATIONS TO THE MOTHER OF GOD, FOR 
 EVERY DAY IN THE MONTH. 
 
 [From the Italian.] 
 
 1. Jot of my heart ! O let me pay 
 
 To Thee thine own sweet month of May. 
 
 2. Mary ! one gift I beg of Thee, — 
 My soul from sin and sorrow free. 
 
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MONTH OF MAY. 
 
 3. Direct my wandering feet aright, 
 And be thyself mine own true light. 
 
 4. Be love of Thee the purging fire, 
 To cleanse for God my heart's desire. 
 
 5. Mother ! be love of Thee a ray 
 From Heaven, to show the heavenward 
 
 way. 
 
 6. Mary ! make haste thy child to win 
 From sin, and from the love of sin. 
 
 7. Mother of God I let my poor love 
 A mother's prayers and pity move. 
 
 8. Oh, Mary, when I come to die, 
 
 Be Thou, thy spouse, and Jesus nigh. 
 
 9. When mute before the Judge I stand, 
 My holy shield be Mary's hand. 
 
 10. Oh, Mary ! let no child of thine 
 In hell's eternal exile pine. 
 
 11. If time for penance still be mine, 
 Mother, the precious gift is thine. 
 
 12. Thou, Mary, art my hope and life, 
 The starlight of this earthly strife. 
 
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MONTH OF MAT. 
 
 13. Oh, for my own, and others' sin, 
 
 Do Thou, who canst, free pardon win. 
 
 14. To sinners all, to me the chief, 
 Send, Mother, send thy kind relief. 
 
 15. To Thee our love and troth are given ; 
 Pray for us, pray, bright Gate of 
 
 Heaven. 
 
 16. Sweet Day-Star ! let thy beauty be 
 A light to draw my soul to Thee. 
 
 17. We love Thee, light of sinners' eyes ! 
 O let thy prayer for sinners rise. 
 
 18. Look at us. Mother Mary ! see 
 How piteously we look to Thee. 
 
 19. I am thy slave, nor would I be [free. 
 For worlds from this sweet bondage 
 
 20. Oh, Jesus, Joseph, Mary, deign 
 My soul in heavenly ways to train. 
 
 21. Sweet Stewardess of God, thy prayers 
 We beg, who are God's ransom'd heirs. 
 
 22. Oh, Virgin born ! Oh, Flesh Di\ine ! 
 Cleanse us, and make us wholly thine. 
 
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MONTH OF MAY. 
 
 23. Mary, dear Mistress of my heart, 
 What thou wouldst have me do, impart. 
 
 24. Thou, who wert pure as driven snow, 
 Make me as Thou wert here below. 
 
 25. Oh, Queen of Heaven ! obtain for me 
 Thy glory there one day to see. 
 
 26. O then and there, on that bright day, 
 To me thy womb's chaste Fruit dis- 
 play. 
 
 27. Mother of God ! to me no less 
 Vouchsafe a mother's sweet caress. 
 
 28. Be love of Thee, my whole life long, 
 A seal upon my wayward tongue. 
 
 29. Write on my heart's most sacred core 
 The five dear wounds that Jesus bore. 
 
 30. O give me tears to shed with Thee 
 Beneath the Cross on Calvary. 
 
 31. One more request, and I have done; — 
 With love of Thee and thy dear Son, 
 More let me burn, and more each day, 
 Till love of self is burn'd away. 
 
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CHRISTMAS VESPEK HY:MI^. 
 
 CHRISTMAS VESPER HYMN. 
 
 Depart awhile, each thought of care, 
 
 Be earthly things forgotten all ! 
 And speak, my soul, thy vesper prayer, 
 
 Obedient to that sacred call. 
 For hark ! the pealing chorus swells; 
 
 Devotion chants the hymn of praise. 
 And now of joy and hope it tells, 
 
 Till fainting on the ear, it says, 
 Gloria tibi Domine, 
 Domine, Domine. 
 Thine, wondrous Babe of Galilee ! 
 
 Fond theme of David's harp and song. 
 Thine are the notes of minstrelsy — 
 
 To Thee its ransom'd chords belong. 
 And hark ! again the chorus swells, 
 
 The song is wafted on the breeze, 
 And to the listening earth it tells — 
 
 In accents soft and sweet as these — 
 Gloria tibi Domine. 
 My heart doth feel that still He's near, 
 
 To meet the soul in hours like this. 
 Else — why, O why that falling tear ! 
 
 When all is peace, and love, and bliss ! 
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STSrS BEFORE PKAYEK, ETC 
 
 But hark I that pealing chorus swells 
 Anew its thrilling vesper strain ; 
 
 And still of joy and hope it tells, 
 
 And bids creation sing again, 
 
 Gloria tibi Domine. 
 
 HYMN BEFORE PRAYER, SERMON, CATE- 
 CHISM, ETC. 
 
 Ven Creator Spiritus. 
 
 Come, O Creator Spirit ! 
 
 Visit this soul of thine ; 
 This heart of thy creating 
 
 Fill Thou with grace divine. 
 
 Who Paraclete art call'd! 
 
 The gift of God above ! 
 Pure Unction I holy Fire ! 
 
 And Fount of life and love ! 
 
 Finger of God's right hand ! 
 
 The Father's promise true ! 
 Who sevenfold gifts bestowest ! 
 
 Who dost the tongue endow ! 
 
 Pour love into our hearts ; 
 Our senses touch with light ; 
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FOK AID IN PEAYEE. 
 
 Make strong our human frailty 
 With thy supernal might. 
 
 Cast far our deadly Foe ; 
 
 Thy peace in us fulfil ; 
 So, Thee before us leading, 
 
 May we escape each ill. 
 
 The Father, and the Son, 
 
 Through Thee may we receive ; 
 In Thee, from Both proceeding, 
 
 Through endless time believe. 
 
 Praise to the Father be ; 
 
 Praise to the Son who rose ; 
 And praise to Thee, blest Spirit ! 
 
 While age on ages flows. 
 
 FOR AID IN PRAYER. 
 
 ANOTHER HTMN BEFORE PRATER, ETC. 
 
 Dear Lord ! prepare our souls, and train 
 Our hearts in thoughts of love to pray ; 
 
 Teach us to know our sins, and gain 
 New triumphs o'er ourselves each day. 
 
 How oft our thoughts, in idle chase, 
 On vanity and sin run wild, 
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HYMN BEFOEE SINGING. 
 
 Our best resolves, in vra-ying phase, 
 Beguiling come, or go beguiled ! 
 
 Scarce have we thought on good, and vow'd 
 Firmly to walk in virtue's road, 
 
 Than various lures around us crowd, 
 And push aside the needful goad. 
 
 Caught by a glittering bait, we fall 
 
 Sin's easy, weak, and thoughtless prey; 
 
 While, all unheeded, virtue's call 
 Beckons in vain another way. 
 
 Alas ! dear Lord, for we are weak, 
 Without thy help, alas ! for hell ! — 
 
 Oh ! hear us, then ! In mercy, speak ! 
 And teach us all our foes to quell. 
 
 Dear Lord, Thou hast full often said, 
 There is a path — one only way — 
 
 Oh ! come, then, quickly to our aid, 
 And teach us how and what to pray. 
 
 HYMN BEFORE SINGING. 
 
 Nunc sancte nobis Spiritus. 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, and through each heart 
 
 In thy full flood of glory pour : 
 
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HYMN BEFORE FAMILY PRAYER. 
 
 Who, with the Son and Father, art 
 One Godhead blest for evermore. 
 
 So shall voice, mind, and strength conspire 
 Thy praise eternal to resound ; 
 
 So shall our hearts be set on fire, 
 And kindle every heart around. 
 
 Father of mercies ! hear our cry I 
 Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
 
 Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 
 Reignest while endless ages run. 
 
 HYMN BEFORE FAMILY PRAYER. 
 
 Summce Parens clementice. 
 O Thou eternal Source of love ! 
 
 Ruler of nature's scheme ! 
 In Substance One. in Persons Three ! 
 
 Omniscient and Supreme ' 
 
 For thy dear mercy's sake receive 
 The strains and tears we pour, 
 
 And purify our hearts to taste 
 Thy sweetness more and more. 
 
 Our flesh, our reins, our spirits, Lord, 
 In thy clear fire refine ; 
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OUK GKEAT PEOTECTOK. 
 
 Break down the self-indulgent will ; 
 Gird us with strength divine. 
 
 So may all we, who here are met 
 This night* thy name to bless, 
 
 One day, in our eternal home, 
 Thine endless joys possess. 
 
 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; 
 
 Hear us, coequal Son ! 
 Who reignest with the Holy Ghost 
 
 While ceaseless ages run. 
 
 OUR GREAT PROTECTOR. 
 
 The Lord himself, the mighty God, 
 Vouchsafes to be my guide. 
 
 The Shepherd by whose constant care 
 My wants are all supplied. 
 
 In verdant meads he makes me feed, 
 
 And gently there repose ; 
 Then leads me to cool shades, and where 
 
 Refreshing water flows. 
 
 • For family prayers in the morning, instead of " This 
 night," say " This morn." 
 
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CHTLDKEN OF THE HEAVENLY KING. 
 
 He does my wandering soul reclaim, 
 
 And, to his endless praise, 
 Instructs with humble zeal to walk 
 
 In his most righteous ways. 
 
 I pass the gloomy vale of death, 
 
 From fear and danger free. 
 For there his aiding rod and staif 
 
 Defend and comfort me. 
 
 In presence of my spiteful foes. 
 
 He does my table spread ; 
 He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, 
 
 With oil anoints my head. 
 
 Since God doth thus his wondrous love 
 Through all my life extend, 
 
 That life to Him I will devote. 
 And in His temple spend. 
 
 CHILDREN OF THE HEAVENLY KING. 
 
 Children of the Heavenly King, 
 As we journey, let us sing; 
 Sing our Saviour's worth and praise. 
 Glorious in His works and ways. 
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PEAISES TO THE LORD. 
 
 We are travelling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod ; 
 They are happy now, and we 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 O ye banish'd seed, be glad, 
 Christ our Advocate is made 
 Us to save, our flesh assumes, 
 Brother to our souls becomes. 
 
 Lord, obediently we go. 
 Gladly leaving all below ; 
 Only Thou our leader be, 
 And we still will follow Thee. 
 
 PRAISES TO THE LORD. 
 
 Sing ye praises to the Lord, Alleluia, 
 Bless his name with one accord, Alleluia, 
 For 'tis owing to His care. Alleluia, 
 What we have, and what we are, Alleluia. 
 
 He first made us by His power. Alleluia, 
 He preserves us ev'ry hour. Alleluia, 
 Food and raiment all are His, Alleluia, 
 Present comfort, future bliss, Alleluia. 
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He directs our steps by day, Alleluia, 
 Pointing out the safest way, Alleluia, 
 And at night in mercy still. Alleluia, 
 Guards us from all kinds of ill. Alleluia. 
 
 God forgave us when undone, Alleluia, 
 And redeem'd us by his Son, Alleluia : 
 Raise your voices then, and sing, Alleluia, 
 Loud hosannas to our King, Alleluia. 
 
 CHILD S PRAYER. 
 
 O Lord ! another day is flown ; 
 
 And we, an humble band. 
 Lift up our voice before thy throne, 
 
 To bless thy fost'ring hand. 
 And wilt Thou lend a list'ning ear 
 
 To praises such as ours ? 
 Thou wilt ; for Thou dost love to hear 
 
 The song which childhood pours. 
 
 Through thy dear Son we now address 
 
 Our prayer to Thee above ; 
 For He did little children bless 
 
 With words and looks of love. 
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ST. VINCENT OF PAUL. 
 
 O Father ! guide our wand'ring feet, 
 And bless us on our way, 
 
 Until at length with joy we greet 
 The dawn of endless day. 
 
 ST. VINCENT OF PAUL. 
 July 19. 
 
 Mild and serene, ye angels, appear; 
 
 Assist us with your heavenly power 
 To sing his praise, whom to-day we revere ; 
 On thee we call, St. Vincent of Paul : 
 Aid and protect us ; 
 May we from thee 
 Learn blest charity : 
 Holy Patron, hear our prayer. 
 
 In thy blest bosom all virtues reign'd : 
 
 Thou wert the helpless orphan's father, 
 Thou wert the cheerless widow's friend. 
 And slavery, comforted by thee, 
 Found peace in its fetters. 
 May we, &c. 
 
 Youth and old age from thee found relief. 
 Oft by zealous endeavors reclaiming 
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HYMN TO ST. AJLOYSIUS GONZAGA. 
 
 The sinner from vice, to a contrite return ; 
 Thus you restored to its Master and Lord 
 The soul that was straying. 
 May we, &c. 
 
 Teach us thy lessons of grace to improve ; 
 Still more and more in our bosoms in- 
 creasing, 
 life shall pass on in our Jesus's love, 
 Till we with thee in eternity 
 Will adore Him forever. 
 May we, &.c. 
 
 HYMN TO ST. ALOYSIUS GONZAGA. 
 June 21. 
 
 The youth who wealth and courts despised, 
 His spotless mind above to raise, 
 
 Who every rising thought chastised — 
 'Tis Aloysius claims our lays. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Amiable and angelic youth, 
 Aloysius, pray for us. 
 
 Born by the sacred Virgin's aid, 
 
 Soon as his eyes the light could view, 
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HYMN TO ST. ALOYSIUS GONZAGA. 
 
 His soul the heir of iieaven was made, 
 By the renovating dew. 
 Amiable, &c. 
 
 His infant Avords, the first he frames, 
 He utters with a trembling voice : 
 
 Jesus and Mary ! hallow'd names, 
 Dwell on his lips, and speak his choice. 
 Amiable, &c. 
 
 Charm'd with the Deity alone, 
 Terrestrial pursuits he forsakes, 
 
 And ere yet half to manhood grown. 
 
 His virgin vows to Mary makes. 
 
 Amiable, &e. 
 
 The tenor of his life so bright. 
 
 So full of Angel purity, 
 A seraph from the realms of light, 
 
 Dwelling on earth, he seem'd to be. 
 Amiable, &c. 
 
 No titles win nor honors move, 
 
 No worldly charms his mind allure ; 
 The ties of blood but serve to prove 
 His soul on every side secure. 
 Amiable, &c. 
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HYMN TO ST. STANISLAUS KOTSKA. 
 
 Enamor'd of celestial joys, 
 
 Let pride and wealth my choice with- 
 stand ; 
 I scorn their gifts, they are but toys, 
 He said, and joins Loyola's band. 
 Amiable, &.c. 
 
 To gain perfection's utmost height. 
 He tries, nor was his trial vain ; 
 
 Of sanctity a model bright. 
 
 He stands a mirror clear of stain. 
 Amiable, &-c. 
 
 To Jesus' venerable name 
 
 May endless love and praise accrue ; 
 To blessed Trinity the same ; 
 
 To Aloysius honor due. 
 Amiable, &c. 
 
 HYMN TO ST. STANISLAUS KOTSKA. 
 
 May 7. 
 
 O YE angelic bands, attend ! 
 
 From heaven's high exalted spires, 
 With mortal accents, deign to blend 
 
 The voice of your harmonious choirs. 
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HY^IN TO ST. STAj^ISLAUS KOTSKA. 
 
 In early life's most tender state, 
 
 (O thy designs, how great, O God !) 
 
 Young Stanislaus could emulate 
 
 The virtuous paths that saints have trod. 
 
 Thy tenderness, O Virgin bright, 
 Places within his youthful arms 
 
 The object of his soul's delight. 
 An infant Saviour's lovely charms. 
 
 Oh happiness, supremely great ! 
 
 No grandeur can his heart decoy : 
 Jesus, thy order grants a seat, 
 
 Receives the youth, and crowns his joy. 
 
 Deluding world, thy threats are vain, 
 Your tinsel pleasures lose their charms; 
 
 The generous youth they can't detain, 
 He lives secure in Jesus' arms. 
 
 In joyful strains come sound his praise, 
 With anthems fill the vaulted sky ; 
 
 Yd angels, wake your choicest lays. 
 And greet the saint now flown on high. 
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HYMN TO ST. CECILIA. 
 
 HYMN TO ST. CECILIA. 
 November 22. 
 
 Let the deep organ swell the lay, 
 In honor of this festive day, 
 And let harmonious choirs proclaim 
 Cecilia's ever-blessed name. 
 
 Rome gave the Virgin martyr birth, 
 Whose memory has fill'd the earth, 
 Who, in the early dawn of youth, 
 Has fix'd her heart on God and truth : 
 
 Thence from the world's bewild'ring strife. 
 In peace she spent her holy life. 
 Teaching the organ to combine 
 With voice to praise the Lamb di\dne : 
 
 When bade forthwith her faith deny, 
 And with the pagan rites comply, 
 She nobly chose the bath of fire, 
 There to be tortured and expu*e : 
 
 But there the Virgin felt no pain : 
 One night and day she did remain, 
 When, roused by vengeance, with a blow, 
 The lictor laid the Martyr low. 
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HYMN TO OUK BLESSED LADY. 
 
 Cecilia, with a twofold crown 
 Adorn'd in heaven, we pray, look down 
 Upon thy pious vot'ries here. 
 And hearken to their humble prayer. 
 
 HYMN TO ST. FRANCIS XAVIER. 
 December 3. 
 
 With grateful hearts, let's all combine, 
 And sing to-day our choicest lays ; 
 
 Let's all in tuneful accents join, 
 To sound the great Xaverius' praise. 
 
 Xaverius, great Loyola's son. 
 
 By words divine from error gain'd. 
 
 By fervor soon the conquest won — 
 
 The earth once loved, he soon disdain'd. 
 
 With toils immense, both sea and land, 
 Immortal souls to God to gain. 
 
 He measures o'er at God's command, 
 Then dies upon a desert plain. 
 
 HYMN TO OUR BLESSED LADY, 
 FOR THE SOULS IN PUKGiiTORr. 
 
 O TURN to Jesus, Mother ! turn. 
 And call Him by his tenderest names j 
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HYMN TO OUR BLESSED LADY. 
 
 Pray for the Holy Souls that burn 
 This hour amid the cleansing flames. 
 
 Ah ! they have fought a gallant fight ; 
 
 In death's cold arms they persevered ; 
 And after life's uncheery night, 
 
 The harbor of their rest is near'd. 
 
 In pains beyond all earthly pains, 
 Favorites of Jesus ! there they lie, 
 
 Letting the fire wear out their stains. 
 And worshipping God's purity. 
 
 Spouses of Christ they are, for He 
 Was wedded to them by his blood ; 
 
 The faithful Cross their trysting-tree. 
 Their marriage-bed its hallow'd wood. 
 
 They are the children of thy tears ; 
 
 Then hasten. Mother ! to their aid ; 
 In pity think each hour appears 
 
 An age while glory is delay'd. 
 
 See, how they bound amid their fires, 
 While pain and love their spirits fill ; 
 
 Then with self-crucified desires 
 Utter sweet murmurs, and lie still. 
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HYMN TO MY GUAEDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 Ah me ! the love of Jesus yearns 
 O'er that abyss of sacred pain, 
 
 And as He looks, his bosom burns 
 With Calvary's dear thirst again. 
 
 O Mary ! let thy Son no more 
 
 His lingering Spouses thus expect ; 
 
 God's children to their God restore, 
 And to the Spirit his elect. 
 
 Pray, then, as thou hast ever pray'd ; 
 
 Angels and Souls all look to thee; 
 God waits thy prayers, for He hath made 
 
 Those prayers his law of charity. 
 
 HYMN TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 FOR CHILDREN. 
 
 Dear Angel ! ever at my side, 
 
 How loving must thou be. 
 To leave thy home in Heaven to guard 
 
 A little cliild like me ! 
 
 Thy beautiful and shining face 
 
 I see not, though so near ; 
 The sweetness of thy soft low voice 
 
 I am too deaf to hear. 
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HYMN TO MY GUAKDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 I cannot feel thee touch my hand 
 With pressure light and mild, 
 
 To check me, as my mother did 
 When I was but a child. 
 
 But I have felt thee in my thoughts 
 
 Fighting with sin for me ; 
 And when my heart loves God, I know 
 
 The sweetness is from thee. 
 
 And when, dear Spirit ! I kneel down 
 Morning and night to prayer. 
 
 Something there is within my heart 
 Which tells me thou art there. 
 
 Yes ! when I pray thou prayest too — 
 
 Thy prayer is all for me ; 
 But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, 
 
 But watchest patiently. 
 
 But most of all I feel thee near, 
 When, from the good priest's feet, 
 
 I go absolved, in fearless love. 
 Fresh toils and cares to meet. 
 
 And thou in life's last hour mlt bring 
 A fresh supply of grace, 
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HYMN TO ]yrY GrAEDIAii^ ANGEL. 
 
 \nd afterwards wilt let me kiss 
 Thy beautiful bright face. 
 
 Ah me ! how lovely they must be 
 
 Whom God has glorified ! 
 Yet one of them, O sweetest thought ! 
 
 Is ever at my side. 
 
 Then for thy sake, dear Angel ! now 
 
 More humble will I be : 
 But I am weak, and when I fall, 
 
 O weary not of me ; 
 
 O weary not, but love me still. 
 For Mary's sake, thy Queen ; 
 
 She never tired of me, though I 
 Her worst of sons have been. 
 
 She will reward thee with a smile ; 
 
 Thou know'st what it is worth ! 
 For Mary's smiles each day convert 
 
 The hardest hearts on earth. 
 
 Then love me, love me. Angel dear ! 
 
 And I will love thee more ; 
 And help me when my soul is cast 
 
 Upon the eternal shore. 
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FOR A HAPPY DEATH. 
 
 FOR A HAPPY DEATH. 
 
 *^ Moriatur anima mea morte justorum" 
 Numb, xxxiii. 10. 
 
 Whdlst I dwell, O my God, in this valley 
 of tears, 
 For refuge and comfort I fly unto Thee : 
 And when death's awful hour with its ter- 
 rors appears, 
 O merciful Jesus, have mercy on me. 
 
 When my soul, on the verge of its final 
 
 release. 
 
 By the shadows of death o'erclouded 
 
 shall be ; 
 
 When earthly enjoyments forever shall 
 
 cease, [me. 
 
 Thou, Joy of the Dying, bring mercy to 
 
 When my strength shall decline, and my 
 anguish increase, 
 And my sins beyond number with terror 
 I'll see ; 
 When I turn to thy mercy for pardon and 
 peace, [on me. 
 
 Then, Hope of the Sinner, beam brightly 
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FOR A HAPPY DEATH. 
 
 When weaken'd by illness — by terror op- 
 press'd, 
 My pains and my terrors I offer to Thee ; 
 When vainly I seek for some solace or 
 rest, 
 Then, Strength of the Martyrs, bring 
 comfort to me. 
 
 When my reason shall fail, and my life shall 
 decay ; 
 When the scenes of this world shall van- 
 ish and flee ; 
 When sunshine and shower alike pass 
 away, 
 Then, Light of the Blessed, shine sweetly 
 on me. 
 
 When heedless of earth, and of all that sur- 
 round me, 
 For pardon and mercy I'll call upon 
 Thee; 
 When death with its fetters forever has 
 bound me, 
 Then Jesus, — sweet Jesus, — be Jesus to 
 me. 
 
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THE MOST HOLY TRINITY. 
 
 When, weeping, my friends shall with fer- 
 vor implore Thee, 
 My strength, my protector, my succor 
 to be ; 
 When, helpless and lonely, I tremble be- 
 fore Thee, 
 Then, Fountain of Mercy, have mercy 
 on me. 
 
 Then, dear Lord, the dark chain of my 
 mis'ries sever ; 
 Then, Rest of the Weary-one, call me to 
 Thee; 
 Then, Crown of the Just, be my portion 
 forever ; 
 Then, merciful Jesus, have mercy on me. 
 
 THE MOST HOLY TRINITY. 
 
 Have mercy on us, God Most High ! 
 
 Have mercy upon me. 
 Have mercy on us worms of earth, 
 
 Most Holy Trinity ! 
 
 Most ancient of all mysteries ! 
 Before thy throne we lie ; 
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THE MOST HOLT TRINITY. 
 
 Have mercy now, most merciful, 
 Most Holy Trinity ! 
 
 When heaven and earth were yet unmade, 
 When time was yet unknown, 
 
 Thou in thy bliss and majesty 
 Didst live and love alone ! 
 
 Thou wert not born, there was no fount 
 From which thy being flow'd ; 
 
 There is no end which Thou canst reach ; 
 But Thou art simply God. " 
 
 How wonderful creation is, 
 
 The work that Thou didst bless ! 
 
 And, oh ! what then must Thou be like, 
 Eternal Loveliness ! 
 
 How beautiful the Angels are ! 
 
 Tlie Saints, how bright in bliss ! 
 But with thy beauty. Lord ! compared, 
 
 How dull, how poor is this ! 
 
 In wonder lost, the highest heavens 
 
 Mary, their queen, may see. 
 If Mary is so beautiful, 
 
 What must her Maker be ? 
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THE INFAlfT JESIJS. 
 
 No wonder Saints have died of love, 
 
 No wonder hearts can break, 
 Pure hearts that once have learn'd to love 
 
 God for his own dear sake. 
 
 O Majesty most beautiful ! 
 
 Most Holy Trinity ! 
 On Mary's throne we climb to gel 
 
 A far-off sight of Thee. 
 
 O listen, then, Most Pitiful ! 
 
 To thy poor creature's heart ; 
 It blesses Thee that Thou art God, 
 
 That Thou art what Thou art ! 
 
 Most ancient of all mysteries ! 
 
 Still at thy throne we lie ; 
 Have mercy now, most merciful, 
 
 Most Holy Trinity ! 
 
 THE INFANT JESUS. 
 
 Dear Little One ! how sweet Thou art, 
 Thine eyes how bright they shine ! 
 
 So bright they almost seem to speak 
 When Mary's look meets thine ! 
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THE INFAiqT JESUS. 
 
 How faint and feeble is thy cry, 
 
 Like plaint of harmless dove, 
 When Thou dost murmur in thy sleep 
 
 Of sorrow and of love ! 
 
 When Mary bids Thee sleep, Thou sleep'st, 
 
 Thou wakest when she calls ; 
 Thou art content upon her lap, 
 
 Or in the rugged stalls. 
 
 Simplest of Babes ! with what a grace 
 
 Thou dost thy Mother's will ! 
 Thine infant fashions well betray 
 
 The Godhead's hidden skill. 
 
 When Joseph takes Thee in his arms, 
 
 And smooths thy little cheek, 
 Thou lookest up into his face 
 
 So helpless and so meek. 
 
 Yes ! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, 
 
 A thing of smiles and tears ; 
 Yet Thou art God, and heaven and earth 
 
 Adore Thee with their fears. 
 
 Yes ! dearest Babe ! those tiny hands, 
 That play with Mary's hair, 
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THE INFAIs'T JESUS. 
 
 The weight of all the mighty world 
 This very moment bear. 
 
 While Thou art clasping Mary's neck 
 
 In timid tight embrace, 
 The boldest seraphs veil themselves 
 
 Before thine infant face. 
 
 When Mary hath appeased thy thirst, 
 
 And hush'd thy feeble cry, 
 The hearts of men lie open still 
 
 Before thy slumbering eye. 
 
 Art Thou, weak Babe ! my very God ? 
 
 O I must love Thee, then ; 
 Love Thee, and yearn to spread thy love 
 
 Among forgetful men. 
 
 O dear ! O wakeful-hearted Child ! 
 
 Sleep on, dear Jesus ! sleep ; 
 For Thou must one day wake for me 
 
 To suffer and to weep. 
 
 A Scourge, a Cross, a cruel Crown 
 
 Have I in store for Thee ; 
 Yet why ? one little tear, O Lord ! 
 
 Ransom enough would be. 
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JESUS CETJCIFIED. 
 
 But no ! death is thine own sweet will, 
 
 The price decreed above ; 
 Thou wilt do more than save our souls, 
 
 For Thou wilt die for love. 
 
 JESUS CRUCIFIED, 
 
 O COME and mourn with me awhile ; 
 
 See, Mary calls us to her side ; 
 O come and let us mourn with her, — 
 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 Have we no tears to shed for Him, 
 While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ? 
 
 Ah ! look, how patiently He hangs, — 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 How fast His hands and feet are nail'd ! 
 
 His blessed tongue with thirst is tied, 
 His failing eyes are blind with blood, — 
 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 His Mother cannot reach his face ; 
 
 She stands in helplessness beside ; 
 Her heart is martyr'd with her Son's, — 
 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
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JESTJS CKTJCIFIED. 
 
 Seven times He spoke, seven words of love, 
 And all three hours His silence cried 
 
 For mercy on the souls of men ; — 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 What was thy crime, my dearest Lord ? 
 
 By earth, by heaven. Thou hast been tried, 
 And guilty found of too much love ; — 
 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 Found guilty of excess of love, 
 
 It was thine own sweet will that tied 
 
 Thee tighter far than helpless nails ; — 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 Death came, and Jesus meekly bow'd ; 
 
 His falling eyes He strove to guide 
 With mindful love to Mary's face ; — 
 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 O break, O break, hard heart of mme ! 
 
 Thy weak self-love and guilty pride 
 His Pilate and his Judas were ; — 
 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 Come, take thy stand beneath the Cross, 
 And let the blood from out that side 
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THE ASCENSION. 
 
 Fall gently on thee drop by drop ; — 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 A broken heart, a fount of tears, — 
 Ask, and they will not be denied ; 
 
 A broken heart love's cradle is ; — 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 O Love of God ! O Sin of Man ! 
 
 In this dread act your strength is tried : 
 And victory remains with love, 
 
 For He, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 THE ASCENSION. 
 
 Why is thy face so lit with smiles, 
 
 Mother of Jesus ! why ? 
 And wherefore is thy beaming look 
 
 So fix'd upon the sky ? 
 
 From out thine overflowing eyes 
 Bright lights of gladness part, 
 
 As though some gushing fount of joy 
 Had broken in thy heart. 
 
 Mother ! how canst thou smile to-day ? 
 How can thine eyes be bright, 
 201 
 
THE ASCENSION. 
 
 When He, thy Life, thy Love, thine All, 
 Hath vanish'd from thy sight? 
 
 His rising form on Olivet 
 
 A summer's shadow cast; 
 The branches of the hoary trees 
 
 Droop'd as the shadow pass'd. 
 
 And as He rose with all his train 
 
 Of righteous souls around. 
 His blessing fell into thine heart, 
 
 Like dew mto the ground. 
 
 Down stoop'd a silver cloud from heaven, 
 
 The Eternal Spirit's car. 
 And on the lessening vision went. 
 
 Like some receding star. 
 
 The silver cloud hath saU'd away, 
 
 The skies are blue and free ; 
 The road that vision took is now 
 
 Sunshine and vacancy. 
 
 The feet which thou hast kiss'd so oft, 
 
 Those living feet, are gone ; 
 Mother ! thou canst but stoop and kisa 
 
 Their print upon the stone. 
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THE ASCENSION. 
 
 He loved the Flesh thou gavest Him, 
 
 Because it was from thee ; 
 He loved it, for it gave Him power 
 
 To bleed and die for me. 
 
 That Flesh with its five witness Wounds 
 
 Unto his throne He bore, 
 For God to love, and spirits blest 
 
 To worship evermore. 
 
 Yes ! He hath left thee, Mother dear ! 
 His throne is far above ; 
 
 How canst thou be so full of joy- 
 When thou hast lost thy Love ? 
 
 O surely earth's poor sunshine now 
 To thee mere gloom appears, 
 
 Wlien He is gone who was its light 
 For three-and-thii-ty years. 
 
 Why do not thy sweet hands detain 
 
 His feet upon their way ? 
 O why doth not the Mother speak, 
 
 And bid her Son to stay ? 
 
 Ah no ! thy love is rightful love, 
 From all self-seeking free ; 
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THE MISSION OF THE HOLT GHOST. 
 
 The change that is such gain to Him 
 Can be no loss to thee ! 
 
 'Tis sweet to feel our Saviour's love, 
 
 To feel his presence near ; 
 Yet loyal love his glory holds 
 
 A thousand times more dear. 
 
 Who would have known the way to love 
 
 Our Jesus as we ought, 
 If thou in varied joy and woe 
 
 Hadst not that lesson taught ? 
 
 Ah ! never is our love so pure 
 
 As when refined by pain. 
 Or when God's glory upon earth 
 
 Finds in our loss its gain ! 
 
 True love is worship : Mother dear ! 
 
 O gain for us the light 
 To love, because the creature's love 
 
 Is the Creator's right ! 
 
 THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 No track is on the sunny sky, 
 No footprints on the air ; 
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THE MISSION OF THE HOLT GHOST. 
 
 Jesus hath gone ; the ftice of earth 
 Is desolate and bare. 
 
 The blessed feet of Mary's Son, 
 They tread the streets no more ; 
 
 His soul-converting voice gives not 
 Its music as before. 
 
 His Mother sits all worshipful 
 
 With her majestic mien; 
 The princes of the infant Church 
 
 Are gather'd round their Queen. 
 
 They gaze on her vi^ith raptured eyes, 
 
 Her features are like His, 
 Her presence is their ample strength, 
 
 Her face reflects their bliss. 
 
 That Upper Room is heaven on earth ; 
 
 Within its precincts lie 
 All that earth has of ftiith, or hope. 
 
 Or heaven-born charity. 
 
 The eye of God looks down on them, 
 
 His love is centred there ; 
 His Spirit yearns to be o'ercome 
 
 By their sweet strife of prayer. 
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THE IVnSSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 The Mother prays her mighty prayer, 
 
 In accents meek and famt, 
 And highest heaven is quick to own 
 
 The beautiful constraint. 
 
 The Eternal Son takes up the prayer 
 
 Upon His royal throne ; 
 The Son his human Mother hears, 
 
 The Sire his equal Son. 
 
 The Spirit hears, and He consents 
 
 His mission to fulfil ; 
 For what is ask'd hath ever been 
 
 His own eternal will. 
 
 Ten days and nights in acts divine 
 
 Of awful love were spent. 
 While Mary and her children pray'd 
 
 The Spirit might be sent. 
 
 The joy of angels grew and grew 
 On Mary's wondrous prayer. 
 
 And the Di\dne Complacence stoop'd 
 To feed His glory there. 
 
 Her eyes to heaven were humbly raised, 
 While for her Spouse she pray'd ; 
 212 
 
THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 Methought the sweetness of her prayer 
 His blissful coming stay'd. 
 
 Forever coming did He seem, 
 
 Forever on the wing ; 
 His chosen angels round His throne 
 
 Now gazed, now ceased to sing. 
 
 How beautiful, how passing speech, 
 
 The Dove did then appear. 
 As the hour of His humility 
 
 At JMary's word drew near ! 
 
 The hour was come ; the wings of love 
 By His own will were freed : 
 
 The hour was come ; the Eternal Three 
 His mission had decreed. 
 
 Then for His love of worthless men, 
 
 His love of Mary's worth, 
 His beauteous wings the Dove outspread, 
 
 And wing'd his flight to earth. 
 
 O wondrous Flight ! He left not heaven, 
 Though earth's low fields He won, 
 
 But in the Bosom still reposed 
 Of Father and of Son. 
 213 
 
THE DESCEXT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 O Flight! O blessed Flight of love ! 
 
 Let me thy mercies share ; 
 Grant it, sweet Dove ! for my poor soul 
 
 Was part of Mary's prayer ! 
 
 THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 O MIGHTY Mother ! why that light 
 
 In thine uplifted eye ? 
 Why that resplendent look of more 
 
 Than queenlike majesty ? 
 
 O waitest thou in this thy joy 
 
 For Gabriel once again ? 
 Is heaven about to part, and make 
 
 The Blessed Vision plain ? 
 
 She sat ; beneath her shadow were 
 
 The Chosen of her Son ; 
 Within each heart and on each face 
 
 Her power and spu-it shone. 
 
 • 
 
 Hers was the courage they had won 
 From her prevailing prayers ; 
 
 They gazed on her, until her heart 
 Began to beat in theirs. 
 214 
 
THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 Her Son had left that heart to them : 
 For ten long nights and days, 
 
 The Saviour gone, no Spirit come, 
 She ruled their infant ways. 
 
 Queen of the Church ! around thee shines 
 
 The purest light of heaven, 
 And all created things to thee 
 
 For thy domain are given ! 
 
 Why waitest thou then so abash'd, 
 
 Wrapt in ecstatic fear, 
 Speechless with adoration, hush'd, — 
 
 Husli'd as though God were near ? 
 
 She is a creature ! See ! she bows. 
 She trembles though so great ; — 
 
 Created 3Iajesty o'erwhelm'd 
 Before the Increate ! 
 
 He comes ! He comes ! that mighty Breath 
 From heaven's eternal shores ; 
 
 Ks uncreated freshness fills 
 His Bride as she adores. 
 
 Eath quakes before that rushing blast, 
 teaven echoes back the sound, 
 215 
 
THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 And mightily the tempest wheels 
 That Upper Room around. 
 
 One moment — and the silentness 
 Was breathless as the grave ; 
 
 The flutter'd earth forgot to quake, 
 The troubled trees to wave. 
 
 One moment — and the Spirit hung 
 O'er her with dread desire ; 
 
 Then broke upon the heads of all 
 In cloven tongues of fire. 
 
 Who knows in what a sea of love 
 Our Lady's heart He drown'd ? 
 
 Or what new gifts He gave her then? 
 What ancient gifts He crown'd ? 
 
 Grace was so multiplied on her, 
 
 So grew within her heart, 
 She stands alone, earth's miracle, 
 
 A being all apart. 
 
 What gifts He gave those chosen men 
 
 Past ages can display ; 
 Nay more, their vigor still inspires 
 
 The weakness of to-day. 
 
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THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 Those Tongues still speak within the 
 Church, 
 
 That Fire is undecay'd ; 
 Its well-spring was that Upper Room, 
 
 Where Mary sat and pray'd. 
 
 The Spirit came into the Church 
 
 With His unfailing power ; 
 He is the Living Heart that beats 
 
 Within her at this hour. 
 
 Speak gently, then, of Church, and Saints, 
 
 Lest you His ways reprove ; 
 The Heart, the Pulses of the Church 
 
 Are God's Eternal Love. 
 
 O let us fall and worship Him, 
 
 The Love of Sire and Son, 
 The Consubstantial Breath of God, 
 
 The Coeternal One ! 
 
 Ah ! see, how like the Incarnate Word, 
 
 His blessed Self He lowers. 
 To dwell with us invisibly. 
 
 And make His riches ours. 
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TO OUR BLESSED LADY. 
 
 Most humble Spirit ! Mighty God i 
 Sweet must thy presence be, 
 
 If loss of Jesus can be gain, 
 So long as we have Thee ! 
 
 TO OUR BLESSED LADY. 
 
 Mother of Mercy ! day by day 
 
 My love of thee grows more and more; 
 
 Thy gifts are strown upon my way 
 Like sands upon the great sea^shore. 
 
 Though poverty, and work, and woe. 
 The masters of my life may be. 
 
 When times are worst, who does not know 
 Darkness is light with love of thee ? 
 
 But scornful men have coldly said 
 Thy love was leading me from God ; 
 
 And yet in this I did but tread 
 The very path my Saviour trod. 
 
 They know but little of thy worth 
 
 Who speak these heartless words to me ; 
 
 For what did Jesus love on earth 
 One half so tenderly as thee ? 
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THE ASSUMPTIOiSr. 
 
 Get me the grace to love thee more ; 
 
 Jesus will give if' thou wilt plead ; 
 And, Mother ! when life's cares are o'er, 
 
 O, I shall love thee then indeed ! 
 
 Jesus, when His three hours were run, 
 Bequeathed thee from the cross to me ; 
 
 And O ! how can I love thy Son, 
 Sweet Mother ! if I love not thee ? 
 
 THE ASSUMPTION. 
 
 Sing, sing, ye Angel Bands, 
 All beautiful and bright ; 
 
 For higher still, and higher. 
 
 Through the vast fields of light, 
 
 Mary, your Queen, ascends. 
 Like the sweet moon at night. 
 
 A fairer flower than she 
 On earth hath never been ; 
 
 And, save the Throne of God, 
 Your heavens have never seen 
 
 A wonder half so bright 
 As your ascending Queen. 
 219 
 
THE CREATION OF THE AXGELS. 
 
 O happy Angels ! look, 
 How beautiful she is ! 
 
 See ! Jesus bears her up, 
 Her hand is locked in His ; 
 
 O who can tell the height 
 Of that fair Mother's bliss? 
 
 And shall I lose thee, then. 
 Lose my sweet right to thee ? 
 
 Ah ! no — the Angels' Queen 
 Our mother still will be, 
 
 And thou, upon thy throne. 
 Wilt keep thy love for me. 
 
 THE CREATION OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 In pulses deep of threefold Love, 
 Self-hush'd and self-possess'd, 
 
 The mighty, unbeginning God 
 Had lived in silent rest. 
 
 With His own gi-eatness all alone 
 The sight of Self had been 
 
 Beauty of beauties, joy of joys 
 Before His eye serene. 
 220 
 
THE CREATION OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 He lay before Himself, and gazed 
 As ravish'd with the sig^it, 
 
 Brooding on His own attributes 
 With dread untold delight. 
 
 No ties were on His bliss, for He 
 Had neither end nor cause ; 
 
 For His own glory 'twas enough 
 That He was what He was. 
 
 His glory was full gi'own ; His light 
 Had own'd no dawning dim ; 
 
 His love did not outgrow Himself, 
 For naught could grow in Him. 
 
 He stirr'd — and yet we know not how 
 Nor wherefore He should move ; 
 
 In our poor human words, it was 
 An overflow of love. 
 
 It was the first outspoken word 
 That broke that peace sublime, 
 
 An outflow of eternal love 
 Into the lap of time. 
 
 He stirred ; and beauty all at once 
 Forth from His Being broke : 
 221 
 
FAITH OF OIJK FATHEES. 
 
 Spirit and strength, and living life, 
 Created things, awoke. 
 
 Order, and multitude, and light, 
 
 In beauteous showers out-stream'd ; 
 
 And realms of newly-fashion'd space 
 With radiant angels beam'd. 
 
 How wonderful is life in Heaven 
 
 Amid the angelic choirs. 
 Where uncreated Love has crown'd 
 
 His first created fires ! 
 
 But see ! new marvels gather there ! 
 
 The wisdom of the Son 
 With Heaven's completest wonder ends 
 
 The work so well begun. 
 
 The Throne is set : the blessed Three 
 Crowning their work are seen — 
 
 The Mother of the First-Born Son, 
 The first-born creatures' Queen ! 
 
 FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! living still, 
 In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword : 
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FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. 
 
 Oh how our hearts beat high \^ith joy 
 
 Whene'er we hear that glorious word : 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 Our Fathers, chain'd in prisons dark, 
 Were still in heart and conscience free : 
 
 How sweet would be their children's fate, 
 If they, like them, could die for thee ! 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Mary's prayers 
 Shall win our country all to thee ; 
 
 And through the truth that comes from God 
 Our land shall then indeed be free : 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! we will love 
 Both friend and foe in all our strife : 
 
 And preach thee too, as love knows how, 
 By kindly words and virtuous life : 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
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THE RIGHT MTST WIN. 
 
 THE RIGHT MUST WIX. 
 
 O IT is hard to work for God, 
 
 To rise and take His part 
 Upon this battle-field of earth, 
 
 And not sometimes lose heart ! 
 
 He hides Himself so wondrously 
 As though there were no God ; 
 
 He is least seen when all the powers 
 Of ill are most abroad ; 
 
 Or He deserts us at the hour 
 
 The fight is all but lost ; 
 And seems to leave us to ourselves 
 
 Just when we need Him most. 
 
 O there is less to try our faith, 
 
 In our mysterious creed, 
 Than in the godless look of earth 
 , In these our hours of need. 
 
 Ill masters good ; good seems to change 
 
 To ill with greatest ease ; 
 And, worst of all, the good with good 
 
 Is at cross purposes. 
 224 
 
THE EIGHT MUST WIN. 
 
 The Church, the Sacraments, the Faith, 
 
 Their up-hill journey take. 
 Lose here what there they gain, and, if 
 
 We lean upon them, break. 
 
 It is not so, but so it looks ; 
 
 And we lose courage then ; 
 And doubts will come if God hath kept 
 
 His promises to men. 
 
 Ah ! God is other than we think ; 
 
 His ways are far above, 
 Far beyond reason's height, and reach'd 
 
 Only by childlike love. 
 
 The look, the fashion of God's ways 
 
 Love's lifelong study are ; 
 She can be bold, and guess, and act, 
 
 When reason would not dare. 
 
 She has a prudence of her own ; 
 
 Her step is firm and free ; 
 Yet there is cautious science too 
 
 In her simplicity. 
 
 Workman of God ! O lose not heart, 
 But learn what God is like ; 
 U 225 
 
THE ETGHT MUST ^VIN. 
 
 And in the darkest battle-field 
 Thou shalt know where to strike. 
 
 O blest is he to whom is given 
 
 The instinct that can tell 
 That God is on the field, when He 
 
 Is most imdsible ! 
 
 And blest is he who can di\ine 
 
 Where real right doth lie, 
 And dares to take the side that seems 
 
 Wrong to man's blindfold eye ! 
 
 O learn to scorn the praise of men ! 
 
 O learn to lose with God I 
 For Jesus won the world through shame, 
 
 And beckons thee His road. 
 
 God's glory is a wondrous thing, 
 
 Most strange in all its ways, 
 And, of all things on earth, least like 
 ^What men agree to praise. 
 
 As He can endless glory weave 
 From time's misjudging shame, 
 
 In His own world He is content 
 To play a losing game. 
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TRUE LOVE 
 
 Muse on His justice, downcast Soul ! 
 
 Muse and take better heart ; 
 Back with thine angel to the field, 
 
 Good luck shall crown thy part ! 
 
 God's justice is a bed where we 
 Our anxious hearts may lay, 
 
 And, weary with ourselves, may sleep 
 Our discontent away. 
 
 For right is right, since God is God ; 
 
 And right the day must win; 
 To doubt would be disloyalty, 
 
 To falter would be sin ! 
 
 TRUE LOVE. 
 
 O SEE how Jesus trusts Himself 
 
 Unto our childish love, 
 As though by His free ways with us 
 
 Our earnestness to prove ! 
 
 God gives Himself as Mary's Babe 
 To sinners' trembling arms. 
 
 And veils His everlasting light 
 In childhood's feeble charms. 
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TEIIE LOVE 
 
 His sacred Name a common word 
 
 On earth He loves to hear ; 
 There is no majesty in Him 
 
 Which love may not come near. 
 
 His priests, they bear Him in their hands, 
 
 Helpless as babe can be ; 
 His love seems very foolishness 
 
 For its simplicity. 
 
 The light of love is round His feet, 
 
 His paths are never dim ; 
 And He comes nigh to us when we 
 
 Dare not come nigh to Him. 
 
 Let us be simple with Him then, 
 
 Not backward, stiff, or cold. 
 As though our Bethlehem could be 
 
 What Sina was of old. 
 
 H™R)ve of us may teach us how 
 ^^^ love Him in return ; 
 Love cannot help but grow more free 
 The more its transports bum. 
 
 The solemn face, the downcast eye, 
 The words constrain'd and cold,— 
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TRUE LOVE. 
 
 These are the homage, poor at best, 
 Of those outside the fold. 
 
 They know not how our God can play 
 The Babe's, the Brother's part ; 
 
 They dream not of the ways He has 
 Of getting at the heart. 
 
 Most winningly He lowers Himself, 
 Yet they dare not come near ; 
 
 They cannot know in their blind place 
 The love that casts out fear. 
 
 In lowest depths of littleness 
 God sinks to gain our love ; 
 
 They put away the sign in fear, 
 And our free ways reprove. 
 
 O that they knew what Jesus was, 
 
 And what untold abyss 
 Lies in love's simple forwardness 
 
 Of more than earthly bliss ! 
 
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 O that they knew what faith can work ! 
 
 What Sacraments can do ! 
 What simple love is like, on fire 
 
 In hearts absolved and true ! 
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TEUE LOVE 
 
 How can they tell how Jesus oft 
 
 His secret thirst will slake 
 On those strange freedoms childlike hearts 
 
 Are taught by God to take 1 
 
 Poor souls ! they know not how to love ; 
 
 They feel not Jesus near ; 
 And they who know not how to love 
 
 Still less know how to fear. 
 
 The humbling of the Incarnate Word 
 
 They have not faith to face ; 
 And how shall they who have not faith 
 
 Attain love's better grace 1 
 
 The awe that lies too deep for words, 
 Too deep for solemn looks, — 
 
 It finds no way into the face, 
 No spoken vent in books. 
 
 Wsfij would not speak in measured tones, 
 •^If love had in them vn-ought, 
 Until their spirits had been hush'd 
 In reverential thought. 
 
 They would have smiled in playful ways 
 To ease their fervid heart, 
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PERFECTION. 
 
 And learn'd with other simple souls 
 To play love's crafty part. 
 
 They would have run away from God 
 For their own vileness' sake, 
 
 And fear'd lest some interior light 
 From tell-tale eyes should break. 
 
 They know not how the outward smile 
 
 The inward awe can prove ; 
 They fathom not the creature's fear 
 
 Of Uncreated Love. 
 
 The majesty of God ne'er broke 
 
 On them like fire at night, 
 Flooding their stricken souls, while they 
 
 Lay trembling in the light. 
 
 They love not ; for they have not kiss'd 
 
 The Saviour's outer hem : 
 They fear not ; for the Living God 
 
 Is yet unknown to them ! 
 
 PERFECTION. 
 
 O HOW the thought of God attracts 
 And draws the heart from earth, 
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PERFECTION. 
 
 And sickens it of passing shows 
 And dissipating mirth ! 
 
 'Tis not enough to save our souls, 
 
 To shun the eternal fires ; 
 The thought of God will rouse the heart 
 
 To more sublime deskes. 
 
 God only is the creature's home, 
 Though long and rough the road ; 
 
 Yet nothing less can satisfy 
 The love that longs for God. 
 
 O utter but the name of God 
 Down in your heart of hearts, 
 
 And see how from the world at once 
 All tempting Kght departs. 
 
 A trusting heart, a yearning eye, 
 
 Can win then' way above ; 
 If mountains can be moved by faith, 
 
 Is there less power in love 1 
 
 How little of that road, my soul ! 
 
 How little hast thou gone I 
 Take heart, and let the thought of God 
 
 Allure thee further on. 
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PEKFECTION. 
 
 The freedom from all wilful sin, 
 The Christian's daily task, — 
 
 O these are gi-aces far below 
 What longing love would ask ! 
 
 Dole not thy duties out to God, 
 
 But let thy hand be free : 
 Look long at Jesus ; His sweet Blood, 
 
 How was it dealt to thee ? 
 
 The perfect way is hard to flesh ; 
 
 It is not hard to love ; 
 If thou wert sick for want of God, 
 
 How swiftly wouldst thou move ! 
 
 Good is the cloister's silent shade. 
 Cold watch and pining fast ; 
 
 Better the mission's wearing strife, 
 If there thy lot be cast. 
 
 Yet none of these perfection needs : — 
 Keep thy heart calm all day, 
 
 And catch the words the Spirit there 
 From hour to hour may say. 
 
 O keep thy conscience sensitive ; 
 No inward token miss ; 
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THE ETEENAI. FATHER. 
 
 And go where grace entices thee ; 
 Perfection lies in this. 
 
 Be docile to thine unseen Guide, 
 Love Him as He loves thee ; 
 
 Time and obedience are enough, 
 And thou a Saint shalt be ! 
 
 THE ETERNAL FATHER. 
 
 My God ! how wonderful Thou art, 
 
 Thy Majesty, how bright ! 
 How beautiful thy Mercy-Seat 
 
 In depths of burning light ! 
 
 How dread are thine eternal years, 
 
 O everlasting Lord ! 
 By prostrate spirits day and night 
 
 Incessantly adored ! 
 
 How beautiful, how beautiful 
 
 The sight of Thee must be, 
 Thine endless vvasdom, boundless power, 
 
 And awful purity ! 
 
 O how I fear Thee, Li\Ting God ! 
 With deepest, tenderest £ears, 
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THE ETEKNAL FATHER. 
 
 And worship Thee with trembling hope, 
 And penitential tears. 
 
 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord I 
 
 Almighty as Thou art. 
 For Thou hast stoop'd to ask of me 
 
 The love of my poor heart. 
 
 O then this worse than worthless heart 
 
 In pity deign to take. 
 And make it love Thee, for thyself 
 
 And for thy glory's sake. 
 
 No earthly father loves like Thee, 
 
 No mother half so mild 
 Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done, 
 
 With me thy sinful child. 
 
 Only to sit and think of God — 
 
 O what a joy it is! 
 To think the thought, to breathe the name — 
 
 Earth has no higher bliss ; 
 
 Father of Jesus ! love's reward ! 
 
 What rapture will it be. 
 Prostrate before thy throne to lie. 
 
 And gaze and gaze on Thee ! 
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JESUS RISEN 
 
 JESUS RISEN. 
 
 All hail ! dear Conqueror ! all hail ! 
 
 O what a victory is thine ! 
 How beautiful thy strength appears, 
 
 Thy crimson wounds, how bright they 
 shine ! 
 
 Thou earnest at the dawn of day ; 
 
 Armies of souls around Thee were, 
 Blest spirits, thronging to adore 
 
 Thy Flesh, so marvellous, so fair. 
 
 The everlasting Godhead lay 
 
 Shrouded within those limbs divine, 
 
 Nor left untenanted one hour 
 
 That sacred Human Heart of thine. 
 
 They worshipp'd Thee, those ransom'd 
 souls. 
 
 With the fresh strength of love set free, 
 They worshipp'd joyously, and thought 
 
 Of Mary while they look'd on Thee. 
 
 And Thou, too. Soul of Jesus ! Thou 
 Towards that sacred Flesh didst yearn, 
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JESrS RISEN 
 
 And for the beatings of that Heart 
 How ardently thy love did burn ! 
 
 They worshipp'd, while the beauteous Soul 
 Paused by the Body's wounded side : — 
 
 Bright tlash'd the cave, — before them stood 
 The Li\-ing Jesus Glorified. 
 
 Down, down, all lofty things on earth, 
 
 And worship Him with joyous dread! 
 O Sin ! thou art undone by love ! 
 
 Death ! thou art discomfited ! 
 
 Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts, 
 How sang the angelJe choirs that day, 
 
 When from His tomb the imprison'd God, 
 Like the strong sunrise, broke away. 
 
 O, I am burning so with love, 
 
 1 fear lest I should make too free ; 
 Let me lie silent and adore 
 
 Thy glorified Humanity. 
 
 Ah ! now Thou sendest me sweet tears ; 
 
 Flutter'd with love, my spirits fail, — 
 What shall I say ? Thou know'st my heart ; 
 
 All hail ! dear Conqueror ! all hail ! 
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THE APPAKITION OF JESUS. 
 
 THE APPARITION OF JESUS TO OUR 
 BLESSED LADY. 
 
 O Queen of Sorrows ! raise thine eyes ! 
 
 See ! the first light of dawn is there ; 
 The hour is come, and thou must end 
 
 Thy Forty Hours of lonely prayer. 
 
 Day dawns; it brightens on the hill: 
 New grace, new powers within her wake, 
 
 Lest the full tide of joy should crush 
 The heart that sorrow could not break. 
 
 O never yet had Acts of Hope 
 
 Been offer'd to the Throne on high, 
 
 Like those that died on Mary's lip, 
 
 And beam'd from out her glistening eye. 
 
 Hush ! there is silence in her heart. 
 Deeper than when St. Gabriel spoke, 
 
 And upon midnight's tingling ear 
 The blessed Ave sweetly broke. 
 
 Ah me ! what wondrous change is this ! 
 
 What trembling floods of noiseless light! 
 Jesus before His Mother stands, 
 
 Jesus, all beautiful and bright ! 
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THE APPAEITIOX OF JESUS. 
 
 He comes ! He comes ! and will she run 
 With freest love her Child to greet 1 
 
 He came ! and she, His creature, fell 
 Prostrate at her Creator's feet. 
 
 He raised her up ; He pressed her head 
 Gently against His wounded side ; 
 
 He gave her spirit strength to bear 
 The sight of Jesus glorified. 
 
 From out His eyes, from out His wounds 
 A power of awful beauty shone ; 
 
 O how the speecliless Mother gazed 
 Upon the glory of her Son ! 
 
 She could not doubt : 'twas truly He 
 Who had beenj^ith her from the first, — 
 
 The very eyes, the ^outh, the hair, 
 
 The very Babe whom she had nursed, — 
 
 Her burden o'er the desert sands. 
 The helpmate of her toils, — 'twas He, 
 
 He by whose deathbed she had stood 
 Long hours beneath the bleeding Tree. 
 
 His crimson wounds, they shone like suns, 
 
 His beaming hand was raised to bless ; 
 
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THE APPAEITION OF JESTJS. 
 
 The sweetness of His voice had hush'd 
 The angels into silentness. 
 
 His sacred flesh, like spirit, glow'd, 
 Glow'd with immortal beauty's might ; 
 
 His smiles were like the virgin rays 
 That sprang from new-created light. 
 
 When wilt thou drink that beauty in 1 
 Mother ! when wilt thou satisfy 
 
 With those adoring looks of love 
 The thu-st of thine ecstatic eye ? 
 
 Not yet, not yet thy wondrous joy 
 Is fill'd to its mysterious brim ; 
 
 Thou hast another sight to see 
 To which this vision i^ut dim ! 
 
 Jesus into His Mother's heart 
 
 A special gift of strength did pour, 
 
 That she might bear what none had borne 
 Amid the sons of earth before. 
 
 O let not words be bold to tell 
 
 What in the Mother's heart was done, 
 
 When for a moment Mary saw 
 The unshrouded Godhead of her Son. 
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CONYEESION 
 
 What bliss for us that Jesus gave 
 
 To her such wondrous gifts and powers ; 
 
 It is a joy the joys were hers, 
 For Mary's joys are doubly ours ! 
 
 CONVERSION. 
 
 O Faith ! thou workest miracles 
 
 Upon the hearts of men, 
 Choosing thy home in those same hearts 
 
 We know not how or when. 
 
 To one thy grave unearthly truths 
 
 A heavenly vision seem ; 
 While to another's eye they are 
 
 A superstitious^ream. 
 
 To one the deepest doctrines look 
 
 So naturally true, 
 That when he learns the lesson first 
 
 He hardly thinks it new. 
 
 To other hearts the selfsame truths 
 
 No light or heat can bring ; 
 They are but puzzling phrases strung 
 
 Like beads upon a string. 
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CONVERSION. 
 
 O Gift of Gifts ! O Grace of Faith ! 
 
 My God ! how can it be 
 That Thou, who hast discernmg love, 
 
 Shouldst give that gift to me ? 
 
 There was a place, there was a time, 
 
 Whether by night or day. 
 Thy Spirit came and left that gift, 
 
 And went upon His way. 
 
 How many hearts Thou mightst have had 
 
 More innocent than mine ! 
 How many souls more worthy far 
 
 Of that sweet touch of thine ! 
 
 Ah, Grace ! into unlikeliest hearts 
 
 It is thy boast to came, 
 The glory of thy light to find 
 
 In darkest spots a home. 
 
 How will they die, how will they die. 
 
 How bear the cross of grief, 
 Who have not got the light of faith. 
 
 The courage of belief? 
 
 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross 
 Seem trifles less than light, — 
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PRAISE OF THE HOLT CEOSS. 
 
 Earth looks so little and so low, 
 
 When faith shines full and bright. 
 O happy, happy that I am ! 
 
 If thou canst be, O Faith! 
 The treasure that thou art in life, 
 
 What wilt thou be in death ? 
 Thy choice, O God of Goodness ! then 
 
 I lovingly adore ; 
 O give me grace to keep thy grace, 
 
 And gi-ace to merit more ! 
 
 IN PRAISE OF THE HOLY CROSS. 
 
 Come, let us with glad music 
 
 Extol the Holy Cross ; 
 'Tis our especial glory, 
 
 Exult we in the Cross 
 For by the Cross we triumph, 
 
 Our foemen we destroy ; 
 Its standard is our signal 
 
 For victory and joy. 
 Now let our sweetest trilling 
 
 Reach far into the skies : 
 The sweetest Wood shall merit 
 
 The sweetest melodies : 
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PRAISE OF THE HOLY CROSS. 
 
 Nor be our life in discord 
 
 With what our voices sing, 
 These may not" clash together, 
 
 True symphony to bring. 
 All ye, the Cross's servants, 
 
 Be in its praises rife ; 
 Without the Cross ye perish, 
 
 The fountain of your life ; 
 « Hail, all the world's Salvation !" 
 
 Your salutation be, 
 In loudest proclamation 
 
 Of this all-healing Tree. 
 
 How blest, how bright this altar, 
 
 Wherefrom salvation beams ! 
 Pours down the Lamb upon it 
 
 His Blood in ruddy streams : 
 The Lamb that hath no blemish, 
 
 And from their inborn crime 
 Hath purified all ages 
 
 Until the end of time ! 
 Lo, here the sinners' ladder ; 
 
 For Christ, the King of Heaven 
 By it draws to Him all things 
 
 Into his power given : 
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PRAISE OF THE HOLY CROSS. 
 
 And with the Cross's banner 
 
 The truth too is unfurl'd ; 
 Its four points comprehending 
 
 The confines of the world ! 
 New sacraments are dawning, 
 
 But still in types, that so 
 The Cross's bright religion 
 
 May blaze with temper'd glow : 
 Wood cast in it by Moses 
 
 Makes Mara's waters sweet ; 
 Obeying wood, the flintstone 
 
 Pours water at his feet ! 
 The master hath no safety 
 
 For his doom'd house, before 
 The Cross upon the lintel 
 
 Hath fortified the door : 
 The sword, on whosoever 
 
 Hath set his faith upon 
 This sign, hath lost its power, — 
 
 He saves alive his son ! 
 'Twas when Sarephtha's widow, 
 
 Poor, weak, was gath'ring wood, 
 There came the hope of safety, 
 
 For nigh the prophet stood ! 
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PRAISE OF THE HOLY CROSS. 
 
 Of Wood the mystic virtue 
 
 Where is no faith to feel, 
 The cruise of oil avails not, 
 
 Nor handful yet of meal ! 
 What sense beneath such figures 
 
 Lay hid in Holy Writ, 
 Is now reveal'd to Christians, — 
 
 The Cross's benefit : 
 Kings yield belief, and foemen 
 
 Bow to the Cross alone, — 
 Where Christ himself is captain, 
 
 A thousand flee from one ! 
 The Cross makes strength the stronger, 
 
 It conquers without fail. 
 It heals the sick and feeble, 
 
 It makes the demons quail, 
 It gives to captives freedom, 
 
 With new life it endues ; 
 The dignity of all things 
 
 The Cross again renews ! 
 O Cross, thou Tree triumphal. 
 
 Earth's sure Salvation, hail ! 
 In stem, and leaf, and flower 
 
 No tree's of thy avail ! 
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PRAISE OF THE HOLY CEOSS. 
 
 The health art thou of Christians, 
 
 Their medicine, if ill ; 
 When human help is helpless, 
 
 Be our protection still ! 
 
 Hear all thy Cross's praises, 
 
 Thou Hallower of the Cross, 
 Nor let thy Cross's servants 
 
 Hereafter suffer loss ; 
 But in the true Light's mansions. 
 
 Departed hence, appear, 
 Where God himself their light is. 
 
 And dried is ev'ry tear ! 
 
 If thou assign us torture, 
 
 Let torture not be felt ; 
 But when Wrath's day is instant, 
 
 Be mercy to us dealt ! 
 To thee, agamst th' oppressor, 
 
 Confirm our last appeal, 
 And quickly let us enter 
 
 Our everlasting weal ! 
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LIFE, PASSION, ANTX MERITS OF CHRIST. 
 
 LIFE, PASSION, AND MERITS OF CHRIST. 
 PART I. 
 
 Father of highest majesty, 
 
 Remember all thy love, 
 That gave this wretched world thy Son 
 
 From thy bright throne above ; 
 Down from the seat of Godhead sent 
 To this poor place of banishment ! 
 
 Remember Jesus Christ, to Thee 
 
 Coequal though begot, 
 Took on Himself a servant's form. 
 
 When born in lowly cot, 
 And Circumcision's law of sin 
 Obey'd, our ruin'd souls to win ! 
 
 Remember how, when He was bom, 
 And on mean straw was laid, 
 
 From distant East the royal three 
 Him mystic honor paid ; 
 
 And aged Simeon's prophecy, — 
 
 His Mother's sword when he should die ! 
 
 Remember Herod, who his God 
 Like criminal pursued, 
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LIFE, PASSION, AND MERITS OF CHRIST. 
 
 Sad mothers of their babes bereft 
 
 In day that Rama rued ; 
 The anguish that his parents wrought 
 The hours their truant Son they sought. 
 
 Remember, Father meek, the thirst, 
 
 The hunger, cold, and heat. 
 That weigh'd upon his mortal Frame, 
 
 And wore his weary Feet : 
 His faintness through long toiling hours, 
 Each day exposed to winds and show'rs ! 
 
 Remember all the pains that He 
 
 Endured in labor's round, 
 To teach thy ways to little ones, 
 
 Who in them wisdom found : 
 The sick relieved, till evening's close, 
 His nights of prayer denied repose ! 
 
 PART II. 
 
 Remember how their Master knelt 
 
 At his disciples' feet, 
 And washing them, a lesson taught 
 
 For love's sweet service meet : 
 How, all devoted to their good, 
 He gave Himself to be their food ! 
 
LIFE, PASSION, AOT) MERITS OF CHEIST. 
 
 Remember all his sorrow, when 
 
 He in the garden pray'd, 
 The grief, the anguish, and the dread, 
 
 Upon his spirit laid ; 
 Was ever agony so sore, 
 That sweated Blood from ev'ry pore ! 
 
 Remember by what treaeh'rous craft, 
 
 And soldiers' arm'd array, 
 With meekest look that gentle Lamb 
 
 Was led in cords away ; 
 Like doer vile of envious wrong, 
 Dragg'd pris'ner by the guards along ! 
 
 Remember, Jesus blindfold stood, 
 
 Mid fierce and cruel bands, 
 Who, mocking, bade Him prophesy. 
 
 And struck with impio^s hands ; 
 How buffeted He lay forlorn, 
 Stretch'd on the pavement, bruised and 
 torn! 
 
 Remember what a crown they press'd 
 
 Upon his sacred Head, — 
 That Head, which ev'ry gift enfolds. 
 
 With thorny cincture bled ; 
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How spit on, stripp'd, with scourges flay'd, 
 In purple robe He stood array'd ! 
 
 Rememljer how He walk'd despised, 
 
 In modest robe of white, 
 By naughty men accused for naught. 
 
 His bounty to requite ; 
 How they deliver'd the unjust 
 Barabbas, and condemn'd the Just ! 
 
 Remember what a weight the Cross 
 
 Upon His shoulder lay, 
 So vast the crime of all the world, 
 
 The load He bore away : 
 How impious men the Cross upon 
 Nail'd ruthlessly the guiltless One ! 
 
 Remember, He, like helpless worm, 
 Not man, was raised on high, 
 
 Mark for each finger, left as one 
 No pity claim'd, to die : 
 
 Like one accurst, with anguish wrung, 
 
 Unconquer'd conqu'ror, thus He hung ! 
 
 Remember how thy Heaven-sent Son 
 Burn'd with devouring zeal, 
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LIFE, 
 
 And all our shame endured, that He 
 
 Our shameful guilt might heal : 
 Of Mother's love, how great the grief, 
 To see her Son past all relief ! 
 
 Remember \vith what wondrous love 
 
 The robber He received. 
 Blest partner of his Passion made, 
 
 Its power who believed ! 
 His cup of vinegar and gall, — 
 The dregs of woe. He drank them all ! 
 
 Remember all his fluttering dread. 
 
 Of comfort when bereft, 
 " Why thus, my God," the Sa\4our cried, 
 
 " Forsaken am I left ?" 
 How shook the earth, day turn'd to night, 
 When from the world death took its Light ! 
 
 Remember what a gory stream 
 Burst from her dear Son's Heart, 
 
 With Water flowing and with Blood, 
 Pierced by the soldier's dart : 
 
 How pierced the Mother standing by 
 
 The sword of her Son's agony ! 
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Remember how, \vith bitter cry, 
 
 Bereft ones mourn'd their loss ; 
 While his cold Corpse, divine in death, 
 
 They lower'd from the Cross ; 
 And what a grief it was t' inter 
 That Body in the sepulchre ! 
 Remember, we implore Thee, why 
 
 'Twas thy own sacred Will, 
 Nor less thy Son's, for Him to feel 
 
 Such insult, pain, and ill : 
 From glory, majesty, and power, 
 Equal to thine. Himself to lower ! 
 
 What force hath drawn that spotless Lamb, 
 
 What mighty strength of love. 
 To come the guilty's doom to bear 
 
 From those bright realms above 1 
 'Tis boundless charity's sure sign, 
 The token true of love di\-ine ! 
 Then let thy love that thus hath been 
 
 So fruitful, Lord, in pains, 
 Be fruitful to remove our sins. 
 
 And wash out all their stains : 
 Love ! strike deep root in all our hearts, 
 Engender'd thus of Jesus' smarts. Amen. 
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PKATEK ON GOIXG TO SLEEP. 
 
 PRATER 
 
 BEFORE A PICTURE OF OUR BLESSED LADY. 
 
 Mother ! to thee myself I yield, 
 Console me in the hour of pain ; 
 
 Be thou my life's support and shield, 
 And by me, at my death, remain ! 
 
 PRATER 
 
 ON RISING IN THE MORNING. 
 
 Dear Jesu ! as I wake be nigh ; 
 
 Inspire me, as I ought, to pray : 
 Keep me from sin, O Lord most high, 
 
 Through this and every other day. 
 
 To God the Father glory be. 
 And to his sole-begotten Son ; 
 
 The same, O Holy Ghost ! to Thee, 
 While everlasting ages run. 
 
 PRATER 
 
 ON GOING TO SLEEP. 
 
 Angel Guai-dian ! guard me sleeping. 
 Still unto God's service wake me 
 
 Loving watches o'er me keeping. 
 In thy arms, dear Jesus, take me. 
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PKAYER TO A GrAEDIAN A^GEL. 
 
 Honor, majesty, and power, 
 
 To the blessed Three be given ; 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Glory in the- highest Heaven. 
 
 PRATEE 
 
 TO A GUARDIAN ANSEL. 
 
 Angel ! w^hom God 
 
 Has appointed for me, 
 Of his mercy supreme, 
 
 My Guardian to be : 
 My way through this world 
 
 Light thou and protect ; 
 Through this world to Heaven 
 
 Forever direct. Amen. 
 
 Angele Dei 
 Qui custos es mei 
 Me tibi commissum, 
 Pietate superna 
 lUumina, custodi 
 Rage et guberna. 
 
 Amen. 
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DOXOLOGY 
 
 DOXOLOGY. 
 
 To God the Father glory be, 
 And to his sole-begotten Son ; 
 
 The same, O Holy Ghost, to Thee, 
 While everlasting ages run. 
 
 Deo Patri sit gloria, 
 EjuB que soli Filio, 
 Cum Spiritu Paraclito, 
 Nunc et per omne saeculum. 
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