ORATORY V J J ^Y7 / J ** FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY SCB SecUoni ORATORY \HtffNB ■■■ LOS DU N : BURNS AND LAMBERT, POB7MAH STREET, POETMAN SQUARE, ASD 63 PATE&NOSTSa H07. LONDON : R0B30N AND SON, GSEAT NORTHERN PRINTING VTORKS, Pancras Road, N.^Y. CONTENTS. The Most Holy Trinity The Eternal Father . Jesus, my God and my All Jesus is God The Eternal Spirit Venl Creator Veni Sancte Spiritu3 . Holy Ghost, come down upon Children . The Infant Jesus The Agony . Jesus crucified The Descent of Jesus to Limbus Jesus risen .... The Ascension The Descent of the Holy Ghost Corpus Christi The Sacred Heart The Precious Blood . Communion Thanksgiving after Communion The Immaculate Conception Sine Labe Originali Concepta Immaculate ! Immaculate I Our Lady's Presentation . Our Lady's Expectation The Purification . The Dolours of Our Lady . The Assumption To our Blessed Lady . The Month of May Another Month of Mary The Orphan's Consecration to Mary Sweet Mother-Maid . For the Souls in Purgatory Hymn of St. Casimix . The Patronage of St. Joseph Hymn to St. Joseph . St. Michael .... St. GaoneJ .... The Guardian Angel . St. Peter and St. Paul St. John the Evangelist To our Holy Father, St. Philip Neri St. Philip's Peniteuto . . • Thy No. of JV'Ofi. 01 liyuiu. Tune*. 1 1 2 2 3. £3 4 66 5 2 6 24 7 43 8 57 9 15 10 16 11 3,8 12 3S 13 27 14 49, 62, 63 15 2, 62, 63 16 17 17 37 18 4 19 30 20 53 21 11,77 22 — 23 33 24 64 25 7 26 20 27 12 28 20 29 10 30 48, 76 31 21 32 6, 7 33 61 34 8 85 6 36 26 37 y 38 65 59 46 4<> 39 41 7, 35 43 62,63 44 A IT CONTENTS. S T o. of N<>«.of II y run. Tuitei. St. Philip's Picture . 45 28, 62, 63 St. Philip's Charity . 46 18 St. Philip's Death . 47 45 St Martin and St. Philip . 43 65 St. Vincent of Paul . 49 .V St. Patrick's Day . 50 50 St. Wilfrid 51 35 My Father 52 37 School Hymn 53 32 The True Shepherd . 54 13, 79 Faith of our Fathers . 55 14 Faith of our Fathers (for Ireland) 56 14 The Right must Win . 57 62 The Eternal Years . . . . 58 64 The Sinner invited to the Mission 59 29 The Act of Contrition . 60 22 Forgiveness of Injuries 61 36 The Wages of Sin 62 34 Distractions in Prayer 63 63 The Work of Grace 64 59 A Good Confession 65 19 The Remembrance of Mercy 66 42 The Pilgrims of the Night . 67 54 The Christian's Song on his March to Heaven 68 55 Fight for Sion .... 69 67 Kvening Hymn at the Oratory . 70 25 The Memory of the Dead . 71 41 Heaven 72 56 Paradise 73 40 PART II. The Three Kings 74 — St. Phiiip and the World . 75 44 The Emigrant's Song . 76 60 PART III. Veni Creator .... 77 24 Te Deum taudamus 78 72 O salutaria Hostia . 79 51. 71 Tantum ergo Sacramentum 80 52, 70 Adeste fideles .... 81 47 Magnificat 82 — Litany of Loretto 83 53 Salve Regina .... 84 -- Ave mavis stella .... 85 73 Way ol* the Cross 86 63 Stabat Mater . 87 69 Miserere ...... 83 75 1) a proiuadia . • • • . 89 74 l.f.ui ....... DO — INDEX. No. of Noi. «l Hyi'in. Tune*. Adeste fidele3 81 47 Ah ! dearest Lord ! I cannot pray . 63 63 Alas ! o'er Erin's lessening shores . 76 60 All hail! dear Conqueror! all hail! . 13 27 All praise to St. Patrick, who brought to our mountains .... 50 50 All ye who love the ways of sin . .46 18 Ave maris stella 85 73 Blest is the Faith, divine and strong . 68 55 Christians! to the war . . . 69 67 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come! . 6 24 Come, Holy Spirit ! from the height . 7 43 Daily, daily, sing to Mary ... 35 6 Day breaks on temple-roofs and towers 2\ 64 Day set on Rome: its golden morn .47 45 Dear Angel ! ever at my side . .40 39 Dear Father Philip! holy Sire ! . .43 62, 63 Dear Husband of Mary! dear Nurse of her Child! 36 26 Dear Little One! how sweet Thou art 9 15 De profundi s clamavi ad te, Domine . 89 74 Faith of our Fathers! living still . 55 14 Faith of our Fathers ! living still (for Ireland) 56 14 Fountain of Love! Thyself true God! 5 2 From pain to pain, from woe to woe . 86 68 God of Mercy! let us run . . .27 12 Hail, bright Archangel! Prince of heaven! 38 65 Hail, Gabriel! hail! a thousand hails 39 +6 Hail! holy Joseph, hail! . 37 9 Hail! holy Wilfrid, hail! . . .51 26 Hail, Jesus! hail! who for my sake . 16 4 Hark! hark ! my soul ! angelic songs are swelling 67 54 Have mercy on us, God Most High ! . 1 1 Holy Ghost, come down upon Thy Children ti 57 b2 VI JSL>EX. No of Nos. of Hyaia. Tunes. How gently flow the silent years . 48 65 How shalt thou bear the Cross, that now 58 64 Eow the light of heaven is stealing . G4 59 It is no earthly summer's ray . .41 78 I was wandering and weary . . 54 13,79 Jesus, gentlest Saviour . . .20 58 Jecus is God ! the solid earth 4 66 Jesus! my Lcrd, my God, my All! . 16 17 Joy ! joy! the Mother comes . .26 20 Joy of my heart! O let me pay . . SO 48,76 Like the dawning of the morning . 23 7 Litany of Loretto . . . .83 53 Magnificat anima mea Dominum . 82 — Miserere mei, Deus . . . .88 75 Mother Mary! at thine altar . .32 C, 7 Mother of Mercy ! day by day . . 29 10 My God, how wonderful Thou art ! . 2 2 My God ! who art nothing but mercy and kindness CO 22 Now are the davs of humblest prayer 90 — O blessed Father 1 sent by God . .49 31 O come and mourn with me awhile .11 3,8 O come to the merciful Saviour that calls you O do you hear that voice from heaven CI O Flower of Grace 1 divinest Flower ! O God i 1 hy power is wonderful O happy Flowers! O happy Flowers! . O ii is hard to work for God O it is sweet to think .... O Jesus ! Gcd and Man! . O Jesus, Jesus ! dearest Lord! . O mighty Mother I why that light O Mother ! I could weep for mirth . O Paradise ! O Paradise ! . O purest of creatures ! sweet Mother ! sweet Maid ! 21 O salutaris Hostia .... O Soul of Jesus, sick to death . O turn to Jesus, Mother, turn . O what are the wages of sin O what is this splendour that beams on me now Saint of the Sacred Heart . Saint Philip ! 1 have never known Salve Regina, mater misericordiae Sing, slug, ye Angel Bands Stabat Mater dolorosa Sweet St. Philip ! thou hast won us . Sweet Saviour ! bless us ere we go . 59 29 CI 36 31 21 52 37 19 30 57 62 71 41 53 32 3 23 15 2, 62, 63 23 33 73 40 21 11, 77 79 51, 71 10 16 34 8 G2 34 72 56 42 35 45 28, 62, 63 84 — 28 20 87 69 44 s 70 25 JKDEX. No. of TCo». of Liymu. Tunes. Tantum ergo Sacramentum . . bO 52, 70 Te Deum laudamus : te Dominum confitemui 7S 72 The chains that have bound me are flung to the wind . . . .65 19 The day, the happy day, is dawning . 22 — The moon is in the heavens above . 33 61 The world is wise, for the world is old 75 44 Thousands of years have come and gone 12 38 Unchanging and unchangeable, before anpelic eyes 17 37 Vcni Creator Spiritus . . .77 24 Who are these that ride so fast o'er the desert's sandy road . . 74 — Why art thou sorrowful, servant of God 66 42 Why is thy tese bo lit with smiles . 14 49, 62, 65 ADVERTISEMENT. The present work is a collection of the Hymns and Sacred Songs, with the Tunes, used by the Congregation of the Loudon Oratory in their Church and Oratory, and in the Schools of Com- passion. The Second Part consists of a few Sacred Ballads for Schools, which for conveni- ence have been printed with the Hymns. An Appendix has also been added, containing the Te Deum, and certain other Latin Hymns and Psalms, which may often be found useful in Kovena3, Retreats, &c. "When the work was in the press, it was disco- vered that one or two of the tunes were copy- right in this country, and therefore they have been unavoidably omitted. As so many inqui- ries were being made for the Hymn-book, it was thought better not to delay the publication by seeking for other tunes to supply their place; and a few pages of blank music-paper have been added at the end of the book, to enable those who wish it to enter in ms. these tunes, and any other additional tune3 that may be found suitable to the Hymns. X ADVERTISEMENT. The Editors have to apologise for a mistake, which was only observed when it was too lato to correct it. The Latin words of the Adeste Fideles are given in the letterpress, while in the music the tune is printed with the English words. It is perhaps an error of no great im- portance, as the Hymn is generally sung in Latin, CATHOLIC HYMNS. 1. The Most Holy Trinity. 1 Have mercy on us, God Most High ! Who lift our hearts to Thee ; Have mercv on us worms of earth, Most Holy Trinity ! 2 Most ancient of all mysteries ! Before Thy throne we lie ; Have mercv now, most merciful, Most Holy Trinity ! 3 When Heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown, Thou in Thy bliss and majesty Didst live and love alone ! 4 Thou wert not born, there was no fount From which Thy Being flowed ; There is no end which Thou canst reach : But Thou art simply God. 5 How wonderful creation is ! The work that Thou didst bless ; And, oh ! what then must Thou be like, Eternal Loveliness ! 6 O Majesty most beautiful ! Most Holy Trinity ! On Mary's throne we climb to get A far-off sight of Thee. 7 Oh, listen, then, Most Pitiful ! To Thy poor creature's heart; It blesses Thee that Thou art God, That Thou art what Thou art! 8 Most ancient of all mysteries ! Still at Thy throne we lie; Have mercv now, most merciful, Most Holy Trinity ! The Eternal Father. 1 My God, how wonderful Thou art ! Thy Majesty how bright ! How beautiful Thy Mercy-Seat In depths of burning light! 2 How dread are Thine eternal years, O everlasting Lord ! By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored ! 3 How beautiful, how beautiful The sight of Thee must be, Thine endless wisdom, boundless power, And awful purity ! 4 O how I fear Thee, Living God ! With deepest, tenderest fears, And worship Thee with trembling hope And penitential tears. 5 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord ! Almighty as Thou art; For Thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart 6 No earthly father loves like Thee ; No mother half so mild Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done With me Thy sinful child.- 7 Only to sit and think of God, O what a joy it is I To think the thought, to breathe the Name, Earth has no higher bliss! 8 Father of Jesus, love's Reward! What rapture will it be, Prostrate before Thy Throne to lie, And gaze and gaze on Thee I 3. Jesus, my God and my alL 1 O Jesus, Jesus ! dearest Lord ! Forgive me if I say For very love Thy sacred Name A thousand times a day. 2 I love Thee so, I know not how My transports to control ; Thy love is like a burning lire Within my very soul. 3 O wonderful ! that Thou shouldst let So vile a heart as mine Love Thee with such a love as this, And make so free with Thine. I The craft of this wise world of ours Poor wisdom seems to me ; Ah ! dearest Jesus! I have grown Childish with iove of Thee. 6 For Thou to me art all in all, My honour and my wealth, My heart's desire, my body's strength My soul's eternal health. 6 Burn, bum, O Love ! within my heart, Burn fiercely night and day, Till all the dross of earthly loves Is burned, and burned away, c 7 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief, O Heaven begun on earth ! Jesus ! my Love ! my Treasure ! who Can tell what Thou art worth ? 8 O Jesus ! Jesus ! sweetest Lord ! What art Thou not to me ? Each hour brings joys before unknown, Each day new liberty ! 9 What limit is there to thee, love ? Thy flight where wilt thou stay ? On ! on ! our Lord is sweeter far To-day than yesterday. 10 O love of Jesus ! Blessed love \ So will it ever be ; Time cannot hold thy wondrous growth No, nor eternity. 4. Jesus is God. 1 Jesus is God ! the solid earth, The ocean broad and bright, The countless stars, like golden dust That strew the skies at night, The wheeling storm, the dreadful fire, The pleasant, wholesome air, The summer's sun, the winter's frost, His own creations were. 2 Jesus is God ! the glorious bands Of golden angels sing Songs of adoring praise to Him, Their Maker and their King. He was true God in Bethlehem's crib, On Calvary '3 cross true God, He who in Heaven eternal reigned, In time on earth abode. 3 Jesus is God ! there never was A time when He was not: Boundless, eternal, merciful, The Word the Sire hegot ! Backward our thoughts through ages stretch Onward through endless bliss, — For there are two eternities, And both alike are His ! 4 Jesus is God ! alas ! they say- On earth the numbers grow Who His Divinity blaspheme To their unfailing woe. And yet what is the single end Of this life's mortal span, Except to glorify the God Who for our sakes was man ? 5 Jesus is God ! let sorrow come, And pain, and every ill ; All are worth while, for all are means His glory to fulfil ; Worth while a thousand years of life To speak one little word, If by our Credo we might own The Godhead of our Lord ! 6 Jesus is God ! O could I now But compass land and sea, To teach and tell this single truth./ How happy should I be ! O had I but an angel's voice I would proclaim so loud, — Jesus, the good, the beautiful, Is everlasting God 1 7 Jesus is God ! 'if on the earth This blessed faith decays, More tender must our love become, More plentiful our praise. We are not angels, but we may Down in earth's comers kneel, And multiply sweet acts of love, And murmur what we feel The Eternal Spirit. 1 Fountain of Love ! Thyself true God ! Who through eternal days From Father and from Son hast flowed In uncreated ways ! 2 O Majesty unspeakable ! O Person all divine ! How in the Threefold Majesty Doth Thy procession shine i 3 Proceeding, yet of equal age With Those whose love Thou art > Proceeding, yet distinct, from Those From whom Thou seem'st to part : 4 An undivided Nature, shared With Father and with Son; A Person by Thyself; with them Thy simple essence One ! 5 I dread Thee, Unbegotten Love ! True God ! Sole Fount of Grac6 ! And now before Thy blessed throne My sinful self abase. 6 Thou art a God of fire, that doth Create while He consumes! A God of light, whose rays on earth Darken where He illumes ! 7 O Spirit, beautiful and dread ! My heart is fit to break With love of Thy humility For us poor sinners' sake. 8 Thy love of Jesus I adore : My comfort this shall be, That when I serve my dearest Lm! That service worships Thee I 6. Veni Creator. 1 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come ! The darkness of our minds illume ; Thy children's hearts, O God, inspire, And lighten with celestial fire. 2 Thou that art named the Paraclete, The Gift of God, His Spirit sweet ; The Living Fountain, Fire, and Love, And gracious Unction from above : 3 Of God's Right Hand the Finger Thou, Who dost Thy sevenfold grace bestow ; True Promise of the Father, rich In gifts of tongues and various speech. 4 Enable with perpetual light The dulness of our blinded sight ; Our hearts with heavenlv love fulfil To walk Thy way, and do Thy will. 5 Stablish our weakness, and refresh With fortitude our fainting flesh : Keep far our foes, give peace at home : Where Thou art guide, no ill can come 6 Teach us to know tne Father, Son, And Thee, of both, to be but One, That through the ages all along This faith may be love's endless song. 7 To God the Father laud and praise, And to the Son, whom He did raise? And to the Holy Spirit be, Now, and for all eternity. 7. Veni Sancte Spiritns. 1 Come, Holy Spirit ! from the height Of heaven send down Thy blessed light! Come, Father of the friendless poor! c2 Giver of gifts, and Light of hearts, Come with that unction which imparts Such consolations as endure. 2 The Soul's Refreshment and her Guest, Shelter in heat, in labour Rest, The sweetest Solace in our woe ! Come, blissful Light ! O come and fill, In all Thy faithful, heart and will, And make our inward fervour glow. 3 "Where Thou art, Lord! there is no ill, For evil's self Thy light can kill : O let that light upon us rise ! Lord, heal our wounds and cleanse our stains, Fountain of grace ! and with thy rains Our barren spirits fertilise. 4 Bend with Thy fires cur stubborn will, And quicken what the world would chill, And homeward call the feet that stray: Virtue's reward, and final grace, The Eternal Vision face to face, — Spirit of Love ! for these we pray. 5 Come, Holy Spirit! bid us live; To those who trust Thy mercy give Joys that through endless ages flow : Thy various gifts, foretastes of Heaven, Those that are named Thy sacred Seven, On us, O God of love ! bestow. 8. Holy Ghost, come down upon Thy Children. 1 Hcly Ghost, come down upon Thy children, Give us grace, and make us Thine ; Thy tender fires within us kindle, Blessed Spirit ! Dove Divine ! For all within us good and holy Is from Thee, Thy precious gift ; In all our joys, in all our sorrows, Wistful hearts to Thee we lift. Holy Ghost, &c 2 For Thou to us art more than father. More than sister, in Thy love, So gentle, patient, and forbearing, Holy Spirit ! heavenly Dove ! Holy Ghost, &c 3 O we have grieved Thee, gracious Spirit ! Wayward, wanton, cold are we; And still our sins, new every morning, Never yet have wearied Thee. Holy Ghost, &c 4 Dear Paraclete ! how hast thou waited While our hearts were slowly turned ! How often hath Thy love been slighted, While for us it grieved and burned ! Holy Ghost, &c. 5 Now, if our hearts do not deceive us, We would take Thee for our Lord ; O dearest Spirit! make us faithful To Thy least and lightest word. Holy Ghost, &c. 6 Ah ! sweet Consoler, though we cannot Love Thee as Thou lovest us, Yet if Thou deignst our hearts to kindle, They will not be always thus. " Holy Ghost, &c. 7 With hearts so vile how dare we venture, King of kings, to love Thee so? And how canst Thou, with such compassion, Bear so long with things so low ? Holy Ghost, &c. 9. The Infant Jesus. 1 Dear Little One ! how sweet Thou art, Thine eyes how bright they shine, So bright, they almost seem to speak When Clary's look meets Thine ! 2 How faint and feeble is Thy cry, Like plaint of harmless dove, When Thou dost murmur in Thy sleep Of sorrow and of love ! 3 When Mary bids Thee sleep Thou sleep 'st, Thou wakest when she calls ; Thou art content upon her lap, Or in the rugged stalls. 4 Simplest of Babes ! with what a grace Thou dost Thy Mother's will ! Thine infant fashions well betray The Godhead's hidden skill. 5 When Joseph takes Thee in his arms, And smooths Thy little cheek, Thou lookest up into his face So helpless and so meek. 6 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. 7 Yes ! dearest Babe ! those tiny hands, That play with Mary's hair, The weight of all the mighty world This very moment bear. 8 Art Thou, weak Babe, my very Gcd ? O I must love Thee then, Love Thee, and yearn to spread Thy love Among forgetful men. 10. The Agony. 1 O Soul of Jesus, sick to death! Thy blood and prayer together plead ! My sins have bowed Thee to the ground, As the storm * bows the feeble reed. * For singing, "As tempests bow n 2 Midnight— and still the oppressive load Upon Thy tortured Heart doth lie; Still the abhorred procession winds Before Thy Spirit's quailing eye. 3 Deep waters have come in, O Loid ! All darkly on Thy Human Soul ; And clouds of supernatural gloom Around Thee are allowed to roll. 4 The weight of the eternal wrath Drives over Thee with pressure dread: And forced upon the olive roots, In death-like sadness droops Thy Head. 5 Thy Spirit weighs the sins of men ; Thy science fathoms all their guilt ; Thou sickenest heavily at Thy Heart, And the pores open, — blood is spilt. G And Thou hast struggled with it, Lord ! Even to the limit of Thy strength, While hours, whose minutes were as years, Slowly fulfilled their weary length. 7 And Thou hast shuddered at each act, And shrunk with an astonished fear, As if Thou couldst not hear to see The loathsomeness of sin so near. 8 Sin and the Father's anger, they Have made Thy lower nature faint : All, save the love within Thy Heart, Seemed for the moment to be spent. Part II. 9 My God ! My God ! and can it be That I should sin so lightly now, And think no more of evil thoughts Than of the wind that waves the bough? 10 I sin, and heaven and earth go round, As if no dreadful deed were done, As if God's Blood had never flowed To hinder sin, or to atone. .1 I walk the earth with' lightsome step, Smile at the sunshine, breathe the air, Do my own will, nor ever heed Gethsemane and Thy long prayer. 12 Shall it be alway thus, O Lord? Wilt thou not work this hour in me The grace Thy Passion merited, Hatred of self and love of Thee ? 13 O by the pains of Thy pure love, Grant me the gift of holy fear ; And give me of Thy Bloody Sweat To wash my guilty conscience clear ! 14 Ever when tempted, make me see, Beneath the olive's moon-pierced shade, My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised. And bleeding, on the earth He made. 15 And make me feel it was my sin, As though no other sins there were, That was to Him who bears the world A load that He could scarcely bear ! 11. Jesus crucified. Part I. 1 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 ! 2 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 ! 3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed ; His Blessed Tongue with thirst is tied ; His failing Eyes are blind with blood : Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 4 His Mother cannot roach His face; She stands in helplessness beside; Her heart is martyred with her Son's : Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 5 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 ! 6 What vas 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 ! Part II. 7 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 ! 8 Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed ; His falling Eyes he strove to guide With mindful love to Mary's face : Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 9 break, O break, hard heart of mine ! Thy weak self-love and guilty pride His Pilate and His Judas were: Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 10 Come, take thy stand beneath the Cross, And let the Blood from out that Side Fall gently on thee drop by drop : Jesus, our Love is crucified ! 11 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 ! 12 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! 12. The Descent of Jesus to Limbus. 1 Thousands of years had come and gone, And slow the ages seemed to move To those expectant souls that filled That prison-house of patient love. 2 It was a weary watch of theirs, But onward still their hopes would press Captives they were, yet happy too In their contented weariness. 3 As noiseless tides the ample depths Of some capacious harbour fill, So grew the calm of that dread place Each day with increase swift and still. 4 Sweet tidings there St. Joseph took ; The Saviour's work had then begun, And of His three-and-thirty years But three alone were left to run. 5 And Eve, like Joseph's shadow, hung About him wheresoe'er he went ; She lived on thoughts of Mary's child, Trembled with hope, and was content. 6 But see ! how hushed the crowd of souls ! Whence comes the light of upper day? What glorious Form is this that finds Through central earth its ready way ? 7 'Tis God ! 'tis Man ! the living Soul Of Jesus, beautiful and bright, The first-born of created things, Flushed with a pure resplendent light. 8 'Twas Mary's child ! Sve saw Him come; She flew from Joseph's haunted side, And worshipped, first of all that crowd, The Soul of Jesus Crucified. 9 So after four long thousand years, Faith reached her end, and Hope her aim ; And from them, as they passed away, Love lit her everlasting flame ! 13. Jesus risen. 1 All hail ! dear Conqileror! all hail ! O what a victory is thine ! How beautiful Thy strength appears, Thy crimson wounds how bright they shine! 2 Thou earnest at the dawn of day; Armies of souls around Thee were, Blest spirits thronging to adore Thy Flesh, so marvellous, so fair, 3 The everlasting Godhead lay Shrouded within those Limbs Divine, Nor left untenanted one hour That Sacred Human Heart of Thine. 4 They worshipped Thee, tlrose ransomed souls, With the fresh strength of love set free ; They worshipped joyously, and thought Of Mary while they leoked on Thee. 5 And Thou too, Soul of Jesus ! Thou Towards that sacred Flesh didst yearn, And for the beatings of that Heart How ardently Thy love did burn ! 6 They worshipped, while the beauteous Soul Paused by the Body's wounded Side : — Bright flashed the cave — before them stooi The Living Jesus Glorified. 7 Down, down, all lofty things on earth, And worship Him with joyous dread ! O Sin ! thou art undone by love ! Death ! thou art discomfited ! 8 Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts, How sang the angelic choirs that day, When from His tomb the imprisoned God, Like the strong sunrise, broke away I 9 1 am burning so with love, 1 fear lest I should make too free ; Let me lie silent and adore Thy glorified Humanity. 10 Ah! now thou sendest me sweet tears; * Fluttered with love, my spirits fail,— What shall I say? Thou know'st my heart All hail ! dear Conqueror ! all hail L 14. The Ascension. 1 Why is thy face so lit with smiles, Mother of Jesus ! why ? And wherefore is thy beaming look So fixed upon the sky ? 2 From out thine overflowing eyes Bright lights of gladness part, As though some gushing fount of joy Had broken in thy heart. 3 Mother ! how canst thou smile to-day ? How can thine eyes be bright, When He, thy Life, thy Love, thine All, Hath vanished from thy sight ? 4 His rising form on Olivet A summer's shadow cast ; The branches of the hoary trees Drooped as the shadow passed. 5 And as He rose with all His train Of righteous souls around, His blessing fell into thine heart, Like dew into the ground. 6 The Feet which thou hast kissed so oft, Those living Feet, are gone ; Mother ! thou canst but stoop and kiss Their print upon the stone. 7 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 ? 8 O surely earth's poor sunshine now To thee mere gloom appears, When He is gone who was its light For three-and-thirtv vears. 9 Why do not ihy sweet hands detain His Feet upon their way ? O why doth not the Mother speak And bid her Son to stay ? 10 Ah no ! thy love is rightful love, From all self-seeking free ; The change that is such gain to Hiin Can be no loss to thee ! 15. The Descent of the Holy Ghost, 1 O mighty Mother ! why that light In thine uplifted eye ? "Why that resplendent look of more Than queenlike majesty ? 2 O waitest thou in this thy joy For Gabriel once again ? Is heaven about to part, and make The Blessed Vision plain? S She sat ; beneath her shadow were The Chosen of her Son ; Within each heart and on each face Her power and spirit shone. 4 Queen of the Church ! around thee shines The purest light of heaven, And all created things to thee For thy domain are given ! 5 Why waitest thou then, so abashed, Wrapt in extatic fear, Speechless with adoration, hushed,— Hushed as though God were near? 6 She is a creature ! See ! she bows, She trembles though so great ; — Created Majesty o'er whelmed Before the Increate ! 7 He comes ! He comes ! That mighty Breath From heaven's eternal shores ; His uncreated freshness fills His Bride as she adores. 8 Earth quakes before that rushing blast 9 Heaven echoes back the sound, And mightily the tempest wheels That upper room around. 9 One moment — and the Spirit hung O'er her with dread desire ; Then broke upon the heads of all In cloven tongues of fire. 10 Who knows in what a sea of love Our Lady's heart He drowned ? Or what new gifts He gave her then? What ancient gifts he crowned ? 11 Grace was so multiplied on her, So grew within her heart, She stands alone, earth's miracle, A being all apart. 12 What gifts He gave those chosen men, Past ages can display ; Nay. more, their vigour still inspires The weakness of to-day. 13 let us fall and worship Him, The Love of Sire and Son, The Consubstantial Breath of God, The Coeternal One ! 16. Corpus Ckristi. 1 Jesus ! my Lord, my God, my all ! How can I love Thee as I ought ? And how revere this wondrous gift, So far surpassing hope or thought ? Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! O, make us love Thee more and more! 2 Had I but Mary's sinless heart To love Thee with, my dearest King ! O with what bursts of fervent praise Thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing ! Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! O, make us love Thee more and mosQ ! 3 O see ! within a creature's hand The vast Creator deigns to be, Reposing infant-like, as though On Joseph's arm, or Mary's knee. Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! O, make us love Thee more and more ! 4 Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead, all ! O mystery of love divine! I cannot compass all I have, For all Thou hast and art are mine ! Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! O, make us love Thee more and more I 5 Sound, sound His praises higher still, And come, ye angels, to our aid, 'Tis God ! 'tis God ! the very God, Whose power both man and angels made ! Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! O, make us love Thee more and more ! 6 Ring joyously, ye solemn bells ! And wave, O wave, ye censers bright! 'Tis Jesus cometh, Mary's Son, And God of God, and Light of Light ! Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! O, make us love Thee more and more ! 7 O earth ! grow flowers beneath His feet, And thou, O sun, shine bright this day ! He comes ! He conies ! O Heaven on earth ! Our Jesus comes upon His way! Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! O, make us love Thee more and more ! 8 He comes ! He comes ! the Lord of Hosts, Borne on His throne triumphantly ! We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord ; And yearn to shed our blood for Thee. Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! O, make us love Thee more and more !* 9 Our hearts leap up ; our trembling song Grows fainter still ; we can no more ; * Verses 0, 7, 8 are usually omitted in singing. d2 Silence ! and let us weep — and die Of very love, while we adore. Great Sacrament of love divine ! All, all we have or are be Thine ! 17. The Sacred Heart. 1 Unchanging and unchangeable, before angelic eyes, The Vision of the Godhead in its tranquil beauty lies; And like a city lighted up all gloriously within, Its countless lustres glance and gleam, and sweetest worship win. On the Unbegotten Father, awful well-spring of the Three, On the Sole Begotten Son's coequal Majesty, On Him eternally breathed forth from Father and from Son, The spirits gaze with fixed amaze, and un- reckoned ages run. 2 Still the Fountain of the Godhead giveth forth eternal Being, Still begetting, still begotten, still His own perfection seeing, Still limiting His own loved Self with His dear coequal Spirit, No change comes o'er His blissful Life, no shadow passeth near it. And beautiful dread Attributes, all manifold and bright, Now thousands seem, now lose themselves in one self-living light ; And far in that deep Life of God, in harmony complete, Like crowned kings, all opposite perfections take their seat. 3 See ! deep within the glowing depth of that Eternal Light, What change hath come, what vision new transports angelic sight ? A creature can it be, in uncreated bliss ? A novelty in God? O what namelee* *l» : -"~ is this? The beauty of the Father's Power is o'er it brightly shed, The sweetness of the Spirit's Love is unction on its head ; In the wisdom of the Son it plays its wondrou3 part, While it lives the loving life of a real Human Heart ! 4 A Heart that hath a Mother, and a treasure of red Blood, A Heart that man ca:i pray to, and feed upon for food ! In the brightness of the Godhead is its mar- vellous abode, A change in the Unchanging, Creation touch- ing God ! Ye spirits blest, in endless rest, who on that Vision gaze, Salute the Sacred Heart with all your worship- ful amaze, And adore, while with extatic skill the Three in One ye scan, The Mercy that hath planted there that blessed Heart of Man ! fi All tranquilly, all tranquilly, doth that Blissful Vision last, -And Its brightness o'er immortalised creation will it cast ; Ungrowing and unfading, Its pure Essence doth it keep, In the deepest of those depths where all are infinitely deep ; Unchanging and unchangeable as It hath ever been, As It was before that Human Heart was there by angels seen, So is It at this very hour, so will It ever be, With that Human Heart within It, beating hot with love of me ! 18. The Precious Blood. (FR03I THE ITALIAN.) 1 Hail, Jesus ! hail ! who for my sake Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take, And shed it all for me ; O blessed be my Saviour's Blood, My life, my light, my only good, To all eternity. 2 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. 3 O sweetest Blood, that can implore Pardon of God, and heaven restore, The heaven which sin had lost : While Abel's blood for vengeance pleads, What Jesus shed still intercedes For those who wrong Him most. 4 Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells Of Christ's own Sacred Biood, 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 ! 5 Ah ! there is joy amid the Saints, And hell's despairing courage fainte When this sweet song we raise : O louder then, and louder still, Earth with cue mighty chorus fill, The Precious Blood to praise ! To all the faithful who say or sing the above Hymn, Tius VII. grants an indulgence of 100 days : applicable also to the souls in purgatory. 19. Communion. 1 O happy Flowers ! O happy Flowers ! How quietly for hours and hours, In dead of night, in cheerful day, Close to my own dear Lord you stay. Until you gently fade away ! O happy Flowers, what would I give In your sweet place all day to live, And then to die, my service o'er, Softly as you do, at His door. 2 O happy Lights ! O happy Lights ! Watching my Jesus livelong nights, How close you cluster round His throne. Dying so meekly one by one, As each its faithful watch has done. Could I with you but take my turn, And burn with love of Him, and burn Till love had wasted me, like you — Sweet lights ! what better could I do ? 3 O happy Pyx ! O happy Pyx ! Where Jesus doth His dwelling fix; little palace, dear and bright, Where He, who is the world's true light, Spends all the day, and stays all night! Ah ! if my heart could only be A little home for Him like thee, Such fires my happy soul would move, 1 could not help but die of love ! 4 O Pyx, and Lights, and Flowers ! but I Through envy of you will not die: Nay, happy things I what will you do, For I am better off than you, The whole day long, the whole night through For Jesus gives Himself to me, So sweetly and so utterly, By rights long since I should have died For love of Jesus Crucified. My happy Soul ! ray happy Soul ! How shall I then my love control ? O sweet Communion ! Feast of bliss ! When the dear Host my tongue doth kiss, What happiness is like to this ? O heaven, I think, must be alway Quite like a First Communion Day ; With love so sweet and joy so strange,— Only that heaven will never change ! 20. Thanksgiving after Communion. 1 Jesus, gentlest Saviour ! God of might and power ! Thou Thyself art dwelling In us at this hour. 2 Nature cannot hold Thee, Heaven is all too strait For Thine endless glory And Thy royal state. 3 Out beyond the shining Of the furthest star, Thou art ever stretching Infinitely far. 4 Yet the hearts of children Hold what worlds cannot, And the God of wonders Loves the lowly spot. 6 As men to their gardens Go to seek sweet flowers, In our hearts dear Jesus Seeks them at all hours. 6 Jesus, gentlest Saviour ! Thou art in us now ; Fill us full of goodness Till our hearts o'erflow. 7 Pray the prayer within us That to heaven shall rise 5 Sing the song that angels Sing above the skies. 8 Multiply our graces, Chiefly love and fear, And, dear Lord ! the chiefest — Grace to persevere. 9 Oh, how can we thank Thee For a gift like this, Gift that truly maketh Heaven's eternal bliss. 10 Ah! when wilt Thou always Make our hearts Thy home ? We must wait for Heaven, — Then the day will come. 11 Now at least we'll keep Thee All the time we may — But Thy grace and blessing We will keep alway. 12 When our hearts Thou leavest, Worthless though they be, Give them to Thy Mother To be kept for Thee. 21. The Immaculate Conception. Part I. 1 O purest of creatures ! sweet Mother ! sweet Maid ! The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid! Dark night hath come down on us, Mother! and we Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea ! *Z Deep night nath come down on this rojgh- 6poken world, And the banners of darkness are boldly un- furled ; And the tempest-tossed Church — all her eyes are on thee, Thev look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 3 The Church doth what God had first taught her to do ; He looked o'er the world to find hearts that were true ; Through the ages He looked, and He found none but thee, And He loved thv clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea ! 4 He gazed on thy soul ; it was spotless and fair ; For the em pire of sin — it had never been there ; None had e'er owned thee, dear Mother ! but He, And He blessed thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 5 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! 6 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 ! Part II. 7 To sinners what comfort, to angels what mirth, That God found (me creature unfallen on earth, One spot where His Spirit untroubled could be ' The depths of thv shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 8 So age after age in the Church had gone round, And the Saints new inventions of homage have found, New titles of honour, new honours for thee, New love for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 9 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 thv shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 10 shine on us brighter than ever, then, shine ! For the primest of honours, dear Mother ! is thine; " Conceived without sin," thv new title shall be, Clear light from thy birth-spring, sweet Star of the Sea! 11 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, Thegift of clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 12 Deep night hath come down on us, Mother ! deep night, And we need more than ever the guide of thy light ; For the darker the night is, the brighter should be Thy beautiful shining, sweet Star of the Sea! E 22. Sine Labe Original! Concepta. 1 The day, the happy day, is dawning, The glorious feast of Mary's chiefest praise, That brightens, like a second morning, The clouded evening of these latter days. O every clime ! O every nation ! Praise, praise the God of our salvation ! 2 High up, the realm of angels ringeth With hymns of triumph to its mortal queen, "While earth its song of welcome singeth In every shady grove and valley green. O every clime S &c. 5 Hail Queen, whose life is just beginning, Thrice welcome, Mother of a fallen race, The sinless come to save the sinning, Thyself the chosen aqueduct of grace. every clime ! &c. 4 Immaculate ! O dear exemption, A spotless soul for God, entire and free. Redeemed with such a choice redemption, Angel nor saint can share the praise with thee-. O every clime ! &c. 5 virgin brighter than the brightest 'Mid all the beauteous throngs that shine above ! O maiden whiter than the whitest Of lily flowers in Eden's sacred grove! O every clime ! &c. 6 Chief miracle of God's compassion, Choice mirror of His burning holiness, "Whose heart His mercy deigned to fashion Far more than Eva's ruin to redress. O every clime ! &c. 7 Earth's cities ! let your bells be reeling, And all your temple-gates wide open fling, "With banners flying, cannon pealing, The blessed Queen of our Redemption sing. O everv clime ! &c. 8 See ! Mary comes ! O jubilation ! She comes with love to cheer a guilty race; triumph ! triumph all Creation O Christians ! triumph in redeeming grace, O every clime ! &c. 23. Immaculate! Immaculate! THE FEAST OF THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 1 O Mother ! I could weep for mirth, Joy fills my heart so fast , My soul to-day is heaven on earth, O could the transport last ! I think of thee, and what thou art, Thy majesty, thy state ; And I keep singing in my heart, — Immaculate ! Immaculate ! 2 When Jesus looks upon thy face, His Heart with rapture glows, And in the Church, by His sweet grace, Thy blessed worship grows. I think of thee, &c. 3 The angels answer with their songs. Bright choirs in gleaming rows ; And saints flock round thy feet in throng?, And heaven with bliss o'erflows. I think of thee, &c. 4 O, I would rather, Mother dear! Thou shouldst be what thou art, Than sit where thou dost, O **> near Unto the Sacred Heart. I think of thee, &C. 5 1 would forfeit all for thee, Rather than thou shouldst m?J5* One jewel from thy majesty.. One glory from thy bliss. I think of thee, &c. 6 All ! I could die with such a sense, It were but loss to live, If T could die in dear defence Of this prerogative. I think of thee, &c. 7 Conceived, conceived Immaculate I O what a joy for thee ! Conceived, conceived Immaculate ! O greater joy for me ! I think of thee, &c. 8 It is this thought to-day that lifts My happy heart to heaven, That for our sakes thy choicest gifts To thee, dear Queen ! were given. I think of thee, &c. 9 The glory that belongs to thee Seems rather mine than thine, While all the cares that harass me Are rather thine than mine. I think of thee, &c. 10 O blessed be the Eternal Son, Who joys to call thee mother, And let's poor men by sin undone For thy sake call Him brother ■. I think of thee, &c. 11 Immaculate Conception ! far Above all graces blest ! Thou shinest like a roval star On God's Eternal Breast ! I think of thee, &c. 12 God prosper thee, my Mother dear" God prosper thee, my Queen ! God prosper His own glory here, As it hath ever been ! I think of thee, &c. 24. Our Lady's Presentation. . Day breaks on temple-roofs and towers ; The city sleeps, the palms are still ; The fairest far of earth's fair flowers Mounts Sion's sacred hill. 2 O wondrous Babe ! O child of grace ! The Holy Trinity's delight ! Sweetly renewing man's lost race, How fair Thou art, how bright ! 3 Not all the vast angelic choirs, That worship round the eternal throne, With all their love can match the fires Of thy one heart alone. 4 Since God created land and sea, No love hath been so like divine ; For none was ever like to thee, Nor worship like to thine. 5 Angels in Heaven, and souls on earth, Thousands of years their songs may raise, Nor equal thee, for thine was worth All their united praise. G Not only was thy heart above All heaven and earth could e'er attain. — Thou gavest it -with so much love, 'Twas worth as much again. 7 O Maiden most immaculate ! Make me to choose thy better part ; And give my Lord, with love as great, An undivided heart. 8 Would that my heart, dear Lord ! were true, Royal and undefined and whole, Like hers from whom Thy sweet love took The Blood to save my soul. S If here our hearts grudge aught to Thee, — In that bright land beyond the grave, We'll worship thee with souls set free, And give as Mary gave. 25. Our Lady's Expectation. 1 Like the dawning of the morning On the mountain's golden heights, Like the breaking of the moonbeams On the gloom of cloudy nights, Like a secret told by angels, Getting known upon the earth, Is the Mother's Expectation Of Messiah's speedy birth ! 2 Thou wert happy, blessed Mother ! With the very bliss of heaven, Since the angel's salutation In thy raptured ear was given ; Since the A ve of that midnight, When thou wert anointed Queen, Like a river overflowing Hath the grace within thee been. 3 On the mountains of Judea, Like the chariot of the Lord, Thou wert lifted in thy spirit By the uncreated Word ; Gifts and graces flowed upon thee In a sweet celestial strife, And the growing of thy Burden Was the lightening of thy life. 4 And what wonders have been in theo All the day and all the night, While the Angels fell before thee ; To adore the Light of Light. While the glory of the Father Hath been in thee as a home, And the sceptre of creation Hath been wielded in thy womb* 5 And the sweet strains of the psalmi3t Were a joy beyond control, And the visions of the prophets Burnt like transports in thy soul ; But the Burden that was growing. And was felt so tenderly, It was Heaven, it was Heaven, Come before its time to thee. 6 O the feeling of thy Burden, It was touch and taste and sight ; It was newer still and newer. All those nine months, day and night. Like a treasure unexhausted, Like a vision unconfess'd, Like a rapture unforgotten, It lay ever at thy breast. 7 Every moment did that Burden Press upon thee with new grace; Happy Mother! thou art longing To behold the Saviour's Face ! O, His Human Face and Features Must he passing sweet to see ; Thou hast seen them, happy Mother! O, then, show them now to me. 8 Thou hast waited, Child of David! And thy waiting now is o'er! Thou hast seen Him, Blessed Mother! And wilt see Him evermore! O, His Human Face and Features, They were passing sweet to see *. Thou beholdest them this moment; Mother, show them' now to me! 26. The Purification. Joy! joy! the Mother comes, And in her arms she brings The Light of all the world, The Christ, the King of kings; And in her heart the while All silently she sings. 2 St. Joseph follows near, In rapture lost and lore. While angels round about In glowing circles move, And o'er the Mother broods The Everlasting Dove. 3 There in the temple court Old Simeon's heart beats high, And Anna feeds her soul With food of prophecy ; But, see! the shadows pass, The -world's true Light draws nigk 4 O Infant God! O Christ! O Light most beautiful ! Thou comest, Joy of Joys! All darkness to annul ; And brightest lights of earth Beside Thy Light are dull. 5 O Mary ! bear Him quick Into His temple-gate, For poor impatient souls His healing sunrise wait ; And pay His price, that He May be emancipate. 6 Yes! thou wilt set Him free ; He will be wholly ours, To lighten every soul In earth's benighted bowers, Undoing Adam's curse. And turning thorns to flowers. 7 Ah ! with what thrills of awe The Mother's heart is teeming, To think the new-born Light, That o'er the world is streaming, At His own Mother's hands Should stoop to need redeeming. 8 Then to that Mother now All rightful worship be ! For thou hast ransomed Him Who first did ransom thee; O, with thy Mother's tongue Pray Him to ransom me I 27. The Dolours of Our Lady. i God of Mercy! lei: us run Where von fount of sorrows flows j Pondering sweetly, one by one, Jesu's wounds and Mary's woes. 2 Ah ! those tears Our Lady shed, Enough to drown a world of sin ; Tears that Jesu's sorrows fed, Peace and pardon well may win! 3 His five Wounds a very home For our prayers and praises prove ; And our Lady's Woes become Endless joys in Heaven above. 4 Jesus, who for us didst die, All on Thee our love we pour ; And in the Holy Trinity Worship Thee for evermore. (From the Breviary, " Summae Deua dementia?.") 28. The Assumption. 1 Sing, sing, ye Angel Bands, All beautiful and bright ; For higher still, and higher, Through fields of starry light, Mary, your Queen, ascends, Like the sweet moon at night, 2 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* 3 O happy Angels 1 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 ? 4 And shall I lose thee then, Lose my sweet right to thee ? Ah, no ! the Angels' Queen Man's mother still will be ; And thou, upon thy throne, Wilt keep thy love for me, 5 On, then, dear Pageant, on ! Sweet music breathes around ; And love, like dew, distils On hearts in rapture bound ; The Queen of heaven goes up To be proclaimed and crowned S 6 On ! through the countless stars Proceeds the bright array ; And Love Divine comes forth To light her on her way, Through the short gloom of night Into celestial day. 7 The Eternal Father calls His daughter to be blessed ; The Son His Maiden-Mother Woos unto His Breast ; The Holy Ghost His spouse Beckons into her rest. 8 Swifter and swifter grows That marvellous flight of love, As though her heart were drawn More vehemently above ; While jubilant angels part A pathway for the Dove ! 9 Hark ! hark ! through highest heaven What sounds of mystic mirth I Mary, by God proclaimed Queen of Immaculate Birth, Arid diademed with stars, The lowliest of the earth ! 10 See! see! the Eternal Hands Put on her radiant crown, And the sweet Majesty Of Mercy sitteth down, For ever and for ever, On her predestined throne ! 29. To our Blessed Lady. 1 Mother of Mercy ! day by day My love of thee grows more and more; Thy gifts are strewn upon my way Like sands upon the great sea-shore. 2 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 ? 3 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. 4 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? 5 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! 6 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 ? 30. Month of May. PIOUS ASPIRATIONS TO THE MOTHER OF GOD FOR EVERY DAY IN THE MONTH. {From the Italian.) 1 Joy 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. 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 wny, G Mary ! make haste thy child to win From sin, and from the love of sin. 7 Mother of God ! let my poor love A mother's prayers and pity move. 8 O 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 O 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. 13 0, 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 land 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 For worlds from this sweet bondage free. 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 ransomed heirs. 22 O Virgin-born ! O Flesh Divine ! Cleanse us, and make us wholly Thine. 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 O 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 display. 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. 20 Write on my heart's most secret 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 burned away. p 31. Another Month of Mary. MARY, THE FLOWER OF GOD. 1 O Flower of Gra.ce ! divinest Flower ! God's light thy life, God's love thy dower ! That all alone with vir^ii ray Dost make in heaven eternal May, Sweet falls the peeress dignity Of God's eternal choice m thee ! Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! Help of earth and joy of heaven ! Love and praise to thee be given, Blissful Mother ! blissful Maiden ! 2 Choice Flower ! that bloomest on the breast Of Jesus, which is now thy rest, As thine was once the chosen bed Of His dear Heart and sacred Head : O Mary ! sweet it is to see Thy Son's creation graced by thee ! Mother dearest ! &c. 8 O queenly Flower ! enthroned above, The trophy of Almighty love ! Ah me ! how He hath hung thee round With all love-tokens that abound With God's own light, beyond the reach Of angel song or mortal speech ! Mother dearest ! &c. 4 O Flower of God ! divinest Flower ! Elected for His inmost bower ! Where angels come not, there art thou, A crown of glory on thy brow; While far below, all bright and brave. Their gleamy palms the ransomed wav& Mother dearest ! &c. 5 O bless thee for thy beauty, then, Delight of angels, trust of men ! A sceptre unto thee is given, Queen of the Sacred Heart! in heaven, Like His who made, O blest decree ! Thee for Himself, all else for thee ! Mother dearest ! &c. 6 O godlike creature ! nigh to God ! In whom the Eternal Word abode ! The mirror of God's beauty thou ! On thee His dread perfections show So palpably, men's hearts might faint With an exceeding ravishment. Mother dearest ! &c. 7 Yet thou didst bloom on earth at first, In meekness proved, in sorrow nursed ; And heaven must own its debt to earth, Sweet Flower ! for thy surpassing worth ; And angels, for their queen's dear sake, Our road to thee more smooth shall make. Mother dearest ! &c. 8 O Help of Christians ! mercy-laden ! O blissful Mother ! blissful Maiden ! O Sinless ! were it not for thee, There were in faith no liberty To hold that God couid stoop so low, Or love kis sinful creatures so. Mother dearest ! &c. 9 O Mary! when we think of thee, Our hearts grow light as light can be ; For thou hast felt as we have felt, And thou hast knelt as we have knelt ; And so it is, — that utterly. Mother of God ! we trust in thee ! Mother dearest ! &c. 32. TlAjrphans' Consecration to Mary (FOR NORWOOD.) 1 Mother Mary ! at thine altar We thy little daughters kneel ; With a faith that cannot falter, To thy goodness we appeal. We are seeking for a mother O'er the earth so waste and wide, And from off His Cross our Brother Points to Mary by His side. 2 We have seen thy picture often With thy little Babe in arms, And it ever seemed to soften All our sorrows with its charms ; So we want thee for our Mother, In thy gentle arms to rest, And to share with Him our Brother That sweet pillow on thy breast. 2 We have none but thee to love us With a Mother's fondling care ; And our Father, God above us, Bids us fly for refuge there. All the world is dark before us, We must out into its strife ; If thy fondness watch not o'er us, O how sad will be our life ! 4 So we take thee for our Mother, And Ave claim our right to be, By the gift of our dear Brother, * Babes and daughters unto thee ; And the orphan's consecration Thou wilt surely not despise, From thy bright and lofty station Close to Jesus in the skies. 5 Mother Mary ! to thy keeping Soul and body we confide, Toiling, resting, waking,, sleeping, To be ever at thy side ; Cares that vex us, joys that please ugL Life and death we trust to thee ;Hk Thou must make them all %r Jesus, And for all eternitv! > 33. Sweet Mother-Maid. 1 The moon is in the heavens above, And its light lies on the foamy sea ; So shines the star of Mary's love O'er this stormy scene of misery. Our hands to life's hard work are laid, But our hearts are thine, Sweet Mother-Maid ! 2 thou art bright as bright can be, And as bountiful as thou art bright ; And welcome is the thought of thee, As the fragrance of an eastern night. Our hands, &c. 3 Wide earth can give no place of rest, And for sorrow's tale it hath no ear ; But thou dost echo in thy breast Grief's loud cry, and suffering's silent tear. Our hands, &c. 4 We are no longer desolate, Though our sins have stricken us at heart ; Whom thou didst bear hath borne their weight, And thou wert His partner in the smart. Our^ands, &c. 5 Calm as the blessed eye of God When it looks o'er all this world below, He bids thee shed His peace abroad, With a secret balm for every woe. Our hands, &c. 6 By thee we gain, dear spotless Queen ! »e 'vision of what our God must be ; .thy glory His is seen. He shows Himself when lie shows thee. % Our hands, &c. 34. To our Blessed Lady, FOR THE SOULS IN PURGATORY. 1 O turn to Jesus, Mother, turn, And call Him by His tenderest names ; Pray for the holy souls that burn This hour amid the cleansing flames. 2 Ah ! they have fought a gallant fight ; In death's cold arms they persevered ; And after life's uncheery night The harbour of their rest is neared. 3 In pains beyond ail earthly pains, Favourites of Jesus ! there they lie, Letting the fire wear out their stains. And worshipping God's purity. 4 Spouses of Christ they are, for He Was wedded to them by His blood; And angels o'er their destiny In wondering adoration brood. 5 They are the children of thy tears ; Then hasten, Mother ! to their aid , In pity think each hour appears An age while glory is delayed. 6 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. 7 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. ^ 8 Mary ! let thy Son no more His lingering Spouses thus expect; ' God's children to their God restoreip And to the Spirit His elect. 9 Pray then, as thou hast ever prayed ; Angels and Souls all look to thee; God waits thy prayers, for He Hath made Those prayers liis law of charity. 35. Hymn of St. Casimir to the Blessed Virgin Mary. 1 Daily, daily, sing to Mary, Sing, my soul, her praises due; All her feasts, her actions worship, With the heart's devotion true. Lost in wondering contemplation, Be Her Majesty confest : Call her Mother, call her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest. 2 She is mighty to deliver ; Call her, trust her lovingly: When the tempest rages round thee, She will calm the troubled sea. Gifts of Heaven she has given, Noble lady ! to our race : She, the Queen, who decks her subjects With the light of God's own grace. 3 Sing, my tongue, the Virgin's trophies, Who for us hd Maker bore ; For the curse of old inflicted, Peace and blessing to restore. Sing ie songs of praise unending, Sing the world's majestic Queen: Weary not, nor faint in telling, All the gifts she gives to men. 4 All my senses, heart, affections, Strive to sound her glory forth : Spread abroad the sweet memorials Of the Virgin's priceless worth. Where the voice of music thrilling Where the tongue of eloquence. That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence u 5 All our joys do flow from Mary, All then join her praise to sing: Trembling sing the Virgin Mother, Mother of our Lord and. King. While we sing her awful glory, Far above our fancy's reach, Let our hearts be quick to offer Love the heart alone can teach. Part II. 6 Holy Mary, we implore thee By thy purity divine : Help us, bending here before thee, Help us truly to be thine. Thou, unfolding wide the portals Of the kingdom in the skies, Holy Virgin, hast to mortals Shown the land of paradise. 7 Thou, when deepest night infernal Had for ages shrouded man, Gavest us that light eternal Promised since the world began. God in thee hath showered plenty On the hungry and the weak ; Sending back the mighty empty, / Setting up on high the meek. 8 Thine the province to deliver Souls that deep in bondage lie : Thine to crush, and crush for ever, Life-destroying heresy. Thine to show that earthly pleasures, All the world's enchanting bloom, Are outrivalled by the treasures Of the glorious life to come. 9 Teach, oh ! teach us, holy Mother, How to conquer every sin, How to love and help each other, How the prize of life to win. Thou to whom a Child was given, Greater than the sons of men, Coming down from highest Heaven To create thi3 world again. 10 Oh ! by that Almighty Maker, Whom thyself a virgin bo-ro ; Oh ! by thy supreme Creator, Linked with thee for evermore ; By the hope thy name inspires; By our doom, reversed through thee; Help us, Queen of Angel choirs, Now and through eternity. 36. The Patronage of St. Joseph. 1 Dear Husband of Mary ! dear Nurse of hex Child 1 Life's ways are full weary, the desert is wild ; Bleak sands are all round us, no home can we see ; Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! we lean upon thee. 2 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, Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! if thou wert with me! 3 O blessed Saint Joseph ! how great was thy worth, The one chosen shadow of God upon earth ; The Father of Jesus, ah, then, wilt thou be, Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! a father to me? 4 Thou hast not forgotten the long dreary road, When Mary took turns with thee, bearing thy God; Yet light was that Burden, none lighter could be: Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! O canst thou bear me? 5 A cold thankless heart, and a mean love of ease, What weights, blessed Patron ! more galling than these ? My life, my past life, thy clear vision may see; Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! O canst thou love me? 6 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 mv arms, surely Mary will be, Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! my pleader with thee! 7 When the treasures of God were unsheltered 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! 8 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: Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! O deign to love 37. Hymn to St. Joseph. Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! Husband of Mary, hail ! Chaste as the lily flower In Eden's peaceful vale. Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! Father of Christ esteemed! Father be thou to those Thy Foster-Son redeemed. 3 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! Prince of the House of God, May His best graces be By thy sweet bands bestowed. 4 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! Comrade of angels, hail ! Cheer thou the hearts that faint, And guide the steps that fail. 5 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! God's choice wert thou alone; To thee the Word made flesh Was subject as a Son. 6 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! Teach us our flesh to tame ; And, Mary, keep the hearts That love thy husband's name 7 Mother of Jesus ! bless, And bless, ye Saints on high, All meek and simple souls That to Saint Joseph cry. 38. St. Michael. 1 Hail, bright Archangel ! Prince of heaven ! Spirit divinely strong ! To whose rare merit hath been given To head the angelic throng! 2 Thine the first worship was, when gloom Through heaven's thinned ranks did move, Thus giving unto God the bloom Of young creation's love. 3 O trumpet-tongued ! O beautiful! O force of the Most High ! The blessed of the earth look dull Beside thy majesty. 4 First servant of the Ineffable ! The first created eye That ever, proved and perfect, feu On the dread Trinity ! 5 O Michael ! worship Him this night, The Father, Word, and Dove, Renewing with strong act the might Of thy first marvellous love. 6 Praise to the Three, whose love designed Thee champion of the Lord ; Who first conceived thee in His mind, And made thee with His Word. 7 Who stooped from nothingness to raise A life like thine so high, Beauty and being that should praise His love eternally! 39. St. Gabriel. 1 Hail, Gabriel ! hail ! a thousand hails For thine whose music still prevails In the world's listening ear ! Angelic Word ! sent forth to tell How the Eternal Word should dwell Amid His creatures here ! 2 Angel of Jesus ! days gone by Bore burdens of kind prophecy To quicken hope delayed ; Then, preluding with John's sweet name, At length thy choicest music came Unto the Mother-Maid. 3 Voice of heaven's sweetness, uttered low, Thy words like strains of music grow Upon the stilly night ; Clear echoes from the Mind of God, Stealing through Mary's blest abode In pulses of delight. 4 O Voice ! dear Voice ! the ages near That Hail of thine still lingering near, An unexhausted song ; And still thou com'st with balmy wing, And O ! thou seemest still to sing, Thine Ave to prolong. 5 O blessed Gabriel ! Tongue of God ! Sweet-spoken Spirit ! thou hast showed To us the Word made Man ; He bade thee break His silence here ; The tale thou told'st in Mary's ear His coming scarce foreran. 6 Joseph and John were, like to thee, Chosen for Mary's custody, In her retired abode. O Gabriel ! get us love like theirs, For her whose unremitting prayers Have gained us love of God ! 7 Take up in Heaven for us thy part, And, singing to the Sacred Heart, Thy strains of rapture raise ; And tune with endless Ave still The voices of the Blessed, and The Ear of God with praise! 40. The Guardian Angel. (for the school-children ) 1 Dear Angel ! ever at my side, How loving must thou be, To leave thy home in Heaven to guard A guilty wretch like me ! 2 Thy beautiful and shining face I see not, though so near ; The sweetness of thy soft low voice I am too deaf to hear. 3 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, 4 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. 5 And when, dear Spirit ! I kneel down, Morning and night, to prayer, Something there is within my heart Which tells me thou art there. 6 Yes ! when I pray thou prayest too — Thy prayer is all for me ; But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, But watchest patiently. 7 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. 8 And thou in life's last hour wilt bring A fresh supply of grace, And afterwards wilt let me kiss Thy beautiful bright face. 9 Ah me ! how lovely they must be Whom God has glorified ! Yet one of them, O sweetest thought ! Is ever at my side. 10 Then, for thy sake, dear Angel! now More humble will I be : But I am weak ; and when I fall, O weaiy not of me : 110 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, 12 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. 13 Then lo\2 me, love me, Angel dear! And I will love thee more ; And help me when my soul is cast Upon the eternal shore. 41. St. Peter and St. Paul. 1 It is no earthly summer's ray That sheds this golden brightness round, Crowning with heavenly light the day The Princes of the Church were crowned. 2 The blessed Seer, to whom were given The hearts of men to teach and school ; And he that keeps the keys of heaven, For those on earth that own his rule ; — 3 Fathers of mighty Rome ! whose word Shall pass the doom of life or death, By humble cross and bleeding sword Well have they won their laurel wreath. 4 O happy Home ! made holy now By these two martyrs* glorious blood; Earth's best and fairest cities bow, By thy superior claims subdued. 5 For thou alone art worth them all, City of martyis ! thou alone Canst cheer our pilgrim hearts, and call The Saviour's sheep to Peter's throne. 6 All honou**, power, and praise be given To Him who reigns in bliss on high, For endless, endless years in heaven, One only God in Trinity ! Amen. (From the Breviary, u Decora lux acterni tatis auroam.") 42* St. John the Evangelist 1 Saint of the Sacred Heart, Sweet teacher of the Word, Partner of Mary's woes, And favourite of thy Lord ! 2 Thou to whom grace was given To stand when Peter fell ; Whose heart could brook the CroM Of Him it loved so well ! 3 We know not all thy gifts ; But this Christ bids us see, That He who so loved all Found more to love in thee, 4 When the last evening came, Thy head was on His breast, Pillowed on earth, where now In Heaven the saints find rest. 5 Thy long fair hair hung down, His glance spoke love to thine, While love's meek freedom owned The human and divine. 6 His heart, with quickened love, Because His hour drew near, Now throbbed against thy head, Now beat into thine ear. 7 He nursed thee in his lap, He loved thee to make free ; What Mary was to Him, He made Himself to thee. 8 God and His friend, so free To touch, to rest, to move, The angels wondering gazed, And envied human love. 9 Dear Saint ! I stand far off, With vilest sins opprest ; O may I dare, like thee, To lean upon His breast? 10 His toucn could heal the sick, His voice could raise the dead ; O that my soul might be Where lie allows thy head. il The gifts He gave to thee He gave thee to impart ; And I, too, claim with thee His Mother and His Heart ! 12 O teach me, then, dear Saint ! The secrets Christ taught thee ; The beatings of His Heart, And how it beat for me ! 43. To our Holy Father and Blessed Pounder, St. Philip Neri. (for the little oratory.) _ Dear Father Philip ! holy Sire ! We are poor sons of thine, Thy last and least, — then to our prayers A father's ear incline. 2 We wandered weeping heretofore For many a long, long day ; But thou hast ta.ught us how to mourn In thy more tender way : 3 To mourn that God of all His sons So little loved should be ; To mourn that 'mid the world's cold hearts None were more cold than we ; 4 To mourn, and yet to joy and love, With overflowing heart, And in thy school of Christian mirth To bear our humble part. 5 'Mid strife and change, cold hearts and tongues How much we owe to thee ! This sunny service ! who could dream Earth had such libertv. g2 6 Look at the crowds of this sweet land, Dear Father Philip ! see How shepherdless they wander on, How lone, how hopelessly ! 7 O make us sons of thine indeed, Fill ns with thy true mirth, Thy strength of prayer, thy might of love f To change these hearts of earth. 8 Dear Father Philip ! give to us Thy manners gay and free, Thy patient trust, thy plaint of prayer, Thy deep simplicity. 44. St. Philip's Penitents. 1 Sweet Saint Philip ! thou hast won us, Though our hearts were hard as stone; Sin had once well-nigh undone us, Now we live for 'God alone. Help in Mary ! Joy in Jesus ! Sin and Self no more shall please us ! We are Philip 's gift to God. 2 Sweet Saint Philip ! we are weeping, Not for sorrow, hut for glee ; Bless thy converts bravely keeping To the bargain made with thee ! Help in Mary ! &c. S Sweet Saint Philip ! old friends want us To be with them as before ; And old times, old habits, haunt us, Old temptations press us sore. Help in Mary ! &c. 4 Sweet Saint Philip ! do not fear us; Get us firmness, get us grace; Only thou, dear Saint ! be near us; We shall safely run the race ! Help in Mary ! &c. £ Sweet Saint Philip ! make us wary ; Sin and Death are all around ; Bring us Jesus! bring us Mary! We shall conquer and be crowned ! Help in Mary! &c. Sweet Saint Philip ! keep us humble, Make us pure as thou wert pure; Strongest purposes will crumble, If we boast and make too sure. Help in Mary! &c. 7 Sweet Saint Philip ! come and ease us Of the weary load we bear ; Put us in the Heart of Jesus, Dearest Saint ! and leave us there Help in Mary ! &c. 45. St. Philip's Ficture. 1 Saint Philip ! I have never known A Saint as I know thee ; For none have made their wills and ways So plain for men to see. I live with thee ; and in my toil All day thou hast thy part; And then I come at night to learn Thy picture off by heart. 2 O what a prayer thy picture is ! Was Jesus like to thee ? Whence hast thou caught that lovely look That preaches so to me ? Sermon and prayer thy picture is, And music to the eye ; Song to the soul, a song that sings Of whitest purity ! 3 A blessing on thy name, dear Saint! Blessing from young and old, Whom thou in Mary's gallant bantf Hast winningly enrolled . If ever there were poor man's Saint, That very Saint art thou ! If ever time were fit for thee, Dear Saint ! that time is now! 4 Philip ! strange missioner thou art, Biding so still at home, Content if with the evening star Souls to thy nets will come ! If ever spell could make hard work Profit and pastime be, That spell is in thy coaxing ways, That magic is in thee. 5 Sweet- faced old Man ! for so I dare, Saint though thou be on high, To name thee, for thou temptest love By thy humility. Sweet-faced old Man ! what are thy wiles With which thou winnest men ? Art thou all saints within thyself? If not, what art thou then ? 6 John's love of Mary thou hast got ; Thy house is Mary's home ; And then thou hagt Paul's love of souls^ With Peter's love of Rome. Thy heart, that was so large and strong, It could not quiet bide ; O was it not like his that beats Within a w Junded Side ? 7 Saint of the over- worked and poor ! Saint of the sad and gay ! Jesus and Mary be with those Who keep to thy true way ! O bless us, Philip ! Saint most dear ! Thine Oratory bless ; And gain for those who seek thee there The gift of holiness ! 46. St. Philip's Charity. 1 All ye who love the ways of sin, Come to St. Philip's feet, and learn The baits that Jesus hath to win His truant children to return. All praise and thanks to Jesus be For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 2 That Saint can do such things for you As your poor hearts would never dream ; For he can make the false world true, And penance life's best pleasure seem. All praise, &c. 3 His words, like gentlest dews, distil ; His face is calm as summer's eve ; His look can tame the wildest will, And make the stoutest heart to grieve. All praise, &c. 4 He smiles ; and evil habit fails To bind its victim as before; Old sins drop off the soul like scales, Old wounds are healed, and leave no sore. All praise, &c. 5 His hand, with virgin fragrance fraught, The heart with painless pressure strains; And with one touch, all evil thought, All worldly longing from it drains. All praise, &c. 6 He breathes on us ; the spicy gale Of Araby is not more sweet ; He breathes new life in hearts that fail, New vigour into weary feet. All praise, &c. 7 Hifl voice can raise the dead to life, So wonderful its accents are ; He sneaks, — there 18 an end of strife, And of the soul's internal war. All praise, &c. 8 Come, sinners ! ye netd not forego Your portion of light-hearted mirth ; He came, unthought-of roads to show, And plant a paradise on earth. All praise, &c. 9 Come, try the Saint: his words are true ; Give him your hearts ; he gives you heaven ; He sets light penance, and will do The penance he himself hath given. All praise, &c. 47. St. Philip's Death. 1 Day set on Rome : its golden morn Had seen the world's Creator borne Around St. Peter's square ; Trembling and weeping all the way, God's Vicar with his God that day Made pageant brave and rare I 2 come to Father Philip's cell, Rome's rank and youth, they know it well, Come ere thi jioment flies ! The feast hath been too much for him ; His heart is full, his eye is dim, And Rome's Apostle dies ! 3 Come, O Creator Spirit ! come, Take Thine elect unto his home, Thy chosen one, sweet Dove ! " Come to thy rest," he hears Thee say He waits not — he hath passed away In mortal trance of love. 4 When Rome in deepest slumber slept, Our father's children knelt and wept Around his little bed ; He raised his eyes, then let them fail With marked expression upon all ; He blessed them and was dead. h One half from earth, one half from hem* Was that mysterious blessing given; Just as his life had been One half in heaven, one half on earth, Of earthly toil and heavenly mirth A wondrous woven scene ! 6 O Jesus, Mary, Joseph, bide, With kind St. Raphael, by my side, When death shall come for me; And, Philip ! leave me not that day, But let my spirit pass away, Leaning, dear Sire, on thee ! 48. St. Martin and St. Philip. Part I. 1 How gently flow the silent years, The seasons one by one ! How sweet to feel each month that goes. That life must soon be done ! 2 O weary ways of earth and men ! O self more weary still ! How vainly do you vex the heart That none but God can fill ! 3 It is not weariness of life That makes us wish to die ; But we are drawn by cords which corns From out eternity. 4 Eye has not seen, ear has not heard, No heart of man can tell The store of joys God has prepared For those who love Him well. 5 O may those joys one day be ouro, Upon that happy shore ! And yet those joys are not enough— We crave for somothir.g more. Part II. 6 The world's unkindness grows with life, And troubles never cease ; 'Twere lawful, then, to wish to die, Simply to be at peace. 7 Yes ! peace is something more than joy, Even the joys above ; For peace, of all created things, Is likest Him we love* 8 But not for joy, nor yet for peace, Dare we desire to die ; God's will on earth is always joy, Always tranquillity. 9 To die, that we might sin no more, "Were scarce a hero's prayer; And glory grows as grace matures, And patience loves to bear. 10 And yet we long and long to die, We covet to be free ; Not for thy great rewards, God ! Nor for Thy peace — but Thee ! 110 call not this a selfish love, A turning from the fight ; O tell us not, for others' sakes, To doubt if this be right. 12 If he were wanted for his Lord, St. Martin prayed to stay : 'Twa* well ; and yet it was a prayer St. Philip would not pray. 13 O leave us, then, at peace to greet Each waxing waning moon, "Whose silver light seems aye to say** Soon, exile spirit ! soon ! 49. St. Vincent of PanL Part I. 1 O blessed Father ! sent by God, His mercy to dispense, Thy hand is out o'er all the earth Like God's own providence. 2 There is no grief or care of men Thou dost not own for thine, No broken heart thou dost not fill With mercy's oil and wine. 3 Thy miracles are works of love ; Thy greatest is to make Room in a day for toils, that weeks In other men would take. 4 All cries of suffering through the earth Upon thy mercy call, As though thou wert, like God Himself A Father unto all. 5 Dear Saint ! not in the wilderness Thy fragrant virtues bloom, But in the city's crowded haunts, The alley's cheerless gloom : 6 The Father of the childless old, The lonesome widow's stay, The gladness of the orphan groups Out in the streets at play. 7 Yet not unto the towns confined The gifts thy mercy gave, The gospel to the villager, His freedom to the slave. 8 So for the sake of timid souls, And love of winning ways. Thou didst against hard-hearted schools Thy gentle protest raise. 9 For charity anointed thee O'er want, and woe, and pain ; And she hath crowned thee emperor Of all her wide domain. Part II. 10 Vincent! like Mother Mary, thou Art no one's patron saint ; Eyes to the blind, health to the sick, And life to those who faint. 11 Of body and of soul alike Thou art physician wise, And full of joy as if thou wert Raphael in mortal guise. 12 The poor thou savest by such charms As hardest hearts can move, — The rich by teaching them to do The saying works of love. 13 Saint of wide-open arms, and heart Capacious as a sea, In dead of night a thousand lips Are sweetly blessing thee : 14 In orphanage, in hospital, The sick on garret-bed, The dying, and the desolate Who weep beside the dead. 15 Thou seem'st to have a thousand hand% And in each hand a heart ; And all the hearts a precious balm Like dov7 from God impart. 16 So thou belongest unto all, And all belong to thee ; And we in him Thv pity praise, Most Holy Trinity ! 50. St. Patrick's Day. 1 All praise to St. Patrick, who brought to ou? mountains The gift of God's faith, the sweet Jight of His love ! All praise to the shepherd who showed U3 the fountains That rise in the Heart of the Saviour above ! For hundreds of years, In smiles and in tears, Our saint hath been with us, our shield and our stay ; All else may have gone, — St. Patrick alone — He hath been to us light when earth's lights were all set, For the glories of faith they can never decay ; And the best of our glories is bright with us yet, In the faith and the feast of St. Patrick's Day, 2 There is not a saint in the bright courts of heaven More faithful than he to the land of his choice ; Oh, well may the nation to whom he was given, In the feast of their sire and apostle rejoice ! In glory above, True to his love, He keeps the false faith from his children away : The dark false faith, Far worse than death — ■ O he drives it far off from the green sunny shore, Like the reptiles which fled from his curse in dismay; And Erin, when errors proud triumph is o'er, Will still be found keeping St. Patrick's Day. 3 Then what shall we do for thee, heaven-sent father ? What shall the proof of our loyalty be ? By all that is dear to our hearts, we would rather Be martyred, sweet Saint! than bring shame upon thee ! But oh ! he will take The promise we make, So to live that our lives by God's help may display The light that he bore To Erin's shore : Yes ! Father of Ireland ! no child wilt thou own, Whose life is not lighted by grace on its way; For they are true Irish, O yes ! they alone, Whose hearts are all true on St. Patrick's Day. 51. To Saint Wilfrid. 1 Hail, holy Wilfrid, hail ! Kindest of patrons, hail ! Whose loving help doth ne'er Thy trusting children fail ! 2 Saint of the cheerful heart, Quick step, and beaming eye ! Give light unto our lives, And at our death be nigh ! 3 To Mary's lovers thou, Sweet Saint ! hast shown the road; O teach us how to love The Mother of our God ! 4 Teach us, dear Saint ! to make The Church our only home ; To love the faith, the rites, And all the ways of Rome I 5 Lover of youth ! do thou Our English children bless ; Their joyous hearts' first love For Mary's service press. 6 Into our souls, dear Saint ! With thy blithe courage come, And make us missioners Of Mary and of Rome ! 7 Hail, holy Wilfrid, hail ! Saint of the free and gay! Look how we follow thee, And bless us in our way ! 52. My Father. 1 O God ! Thy power is wonderful, Thy glory passing bright; Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep A rapture to the sight. 2 Thy justice is the gladdest thing Creation can behold; Thy tenderness so meek, it wins The guilty to be bold. 3 Yet more than all, and ever more. Should we Thy creatures bless, Most worshipful of attributes, Thine awful holiness. 4 There's not a craving in the mind Thou dost not meet and still ; There's not a wish the heart can have Which thou dost not fulfil. 5 I see Thee in the eternal years In glory all alone, Ere round Thine uncreated fires Created light had shone. 6 I see Thee walk in Eden's shade, I see Thee all through time ; Thy patience and compassion seem New attributes sublime. ji 2 7 I see Thee when the doom is o'er, And outworn time is done, Still, still incomprehensible, O God ! yet not alone. 8 Angelic spirits, countless souls, Of Thee have drunk their fill ; And to eternity will drink Thy joy and glory still. 9 Mary, herself a sea of grace, Hath all been drawn from Thine ; And Thou couldst fill a thousand more From out those depths divine. 10 From Thee were drawn those worlds of life, The Saviour's Heart and Soul ; And undiminished still Thy waves Of calmest glory roll. 11 All things that have been, all that are, Ail things that can be dreamed, All possible creations, made, Kept faithful, or redeemed; — 12 All these may draw upon Thy power, Thy mercy may command ; And still outflows Thy silent sea, Immutable and grand. 13 little heart of mine ! shall pain Or sorrow make thee moan, "When all this God is all for thee, A Father all thine own ? 53. School Hymn. 1 O Jesus ! God and Man ! For love of children once a child ! O Jesus ! God and Man ! We hail Thee Saviour sweet and mild ! 2 O Jesus ! God and Man ! Make us poor children dear to Thee, And lead us to Thyself, To love Thee for eternity. 3 O Mary ! Mother-Maid ! God made thee Mother of the poor ! Mary ! to thee we look, To make our souls' salvation sure. 4 O Mary ! Mother dear ! Thank God, for us, for all His love ; And pray that in our faith We all may true and steadfast prove. 5 O Jesus ! Mary's Son ! On Thee for grace we children call ; Make us all men to love, But to love Thee beyond them all. 6 O Jesus ! bless our work, Our sorrows soothe, our sins forgive O happy, happy they Who in the Church of Jesus live ! 7 O God, most great and good, At work or play, by night or day, Make us remember Thee, Who dost remember us alway ! 54. The True Shepherd. FOR THE SCHOOL. 1 I was wandering and weary, When my Saviour came unto me ; For the ways of sin grew dreary, And the world had ceased to woo me : And I thought I heard Him say, As He came along His way, O silly Souls come near Me ; My sheep should never fear Me; I am the Shepherd true! 2 At first I would not hearken, And put off till the morrow ; But life began to darken, And I was sick with sorrow; And I thought I heard Him say, As He came along His way, O silly Souls come near Me ; My sheep should never fear Me | I am the Shepherd true ! 3 At last I stopped to listen, His voice could not deceive me ; I saw His kind Eyes glisten, So anxious to relieve me : And I thought I heard Him say, As He came along His way, O silly Souls come near Me ; My sheep should never fear Me ; I am the Shepherd true ! 4 He took me on His Shoulder, And tenderly He kissed me; He bade my love be bolder, And said how He had missed me ; And I'm sure I heard Him say, As he went along His way, O silly Souls come near Me ; My sheep should never fear Me ; I am the Shepherd true ! 5 Strange gladness seemed to move Him, Whenever I did better ; And He coaxed me so to love Him, As if he was my debtor ; And I always heard Him say, As He went along His way, O silly Souls come near Me ; My sheep should never fear Me • I am the Shepherd true ! 6 I thought His love would weaken, As more and more He knew me ; But it burnetii like a beacon, And its light and heat go through me ; And I ever hear Him say, As He goes along His way, O silly Souls come near Me ; My sheep should never fear Me ; I am the Shepherd true ! 7 Let us do then, dearest Brothers ' What will best and longest please us$ Follow not the ways of others, But trust ourselves to Jesus : We shall ever hear Him say, As He goes along His way, O silly Souls come near Me ; My sheep should never fear Me ; I am the Shepherd true ! 55. Faith of our Fathers. 1 Faith of our Fathers ! living still, In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword : Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious word : Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! We will be true to thee till death ! 2 Our Fathers, chained 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, &c. 3 Faith of our Fathers ! Mary's prayers Shall win our country back to thee ; And through the truth that comes from God, England shall then indeed be free. Faith of our Fathers, &c. i 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, &c. 56. Faith of our Fathers. FOR IRELAND. i Faith of our Fathers ! living still, In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword ; Oh ! Ireland's hearts heat high with joy Whene'er thev hear that glorious word. Faith of our Fathers ! Holv Faith ! We will be true to thee till death ! 2 Our Fathers, chained 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, &c. S Faith of our Fathers ! Mary's prayers Shall keep our country fast to thee ; And through the truth that comes from God, O we shall prosper and be free ! Faith of our Fathers, &c. 4 Faith of our Fathers ! we must 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, &c. 5 Faith of our Fathers ! guile and force To do thee bitter wrong unite ; But Erin's Saints shall fight for us, And keep undimmed thy blessed light. Faith of our Fathers, &c. 6 Faith of our Fathers ! distant shores Their happy faith to Ireland owe ; Then in our home O shall we not Break the dark plots against thee now ? Faith of our Fathers, &c. 7 Faith of our Fathers! days of old Within our hearts speak gallantly : For ages thou hast stood by us, Dear Faith ! and now we'll stand by thee. Faith of our Fathers, &c. 57. The Right must win. 1 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! 2 He hides Himself so wondrously, As though there were no God ; He is least seen when all the powers Of ill are most abroad : 8 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. 4 111 masters good ; good seems to change To ill with greatest ease ; And, worst of all, the good with good Is at cross purposes. 5 The Church, the Sacraments, the Faith, Their up-hill journey take; Lose here what there they gain, and, if We lean upon them, break. 6 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. 7 Ah ! God is other than we think ; His ways are far above, Far beyond reason's height, and reached Only by child-like love. 8 And right is right, since God is God ; And right the day must win : To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin ! 58. The Eternal Years. 1 How shnlt thou bear the Cross, that now So dread a weight appears ? Keep quietly to God, and think Upon the Eternal Years. 2 Austerity is little help, Although it somewhat cheers; Thine oil of gladness is the thought Of the Eternal Years. 3 Set hours and written rule are good, Long prayer can lay our fears ; But it is better calm for thee To count the Eternal Years. 4 Rites are as balm unto the eyes, God's word unto the ears; But he will have thee rather brood Upon the Eternal Years. 5 ! many things are good for souls In proper times and spheres ; Thy present good is in the thought Of the Eternal Years. 6 Thy self-upbraiding is a snare, Though meekness it appears ; More humbling is it far for thee To face the Eternal Years. 7 Brave quiet is the thing for thee, Chiding thy scrupulous fears ; Learn to be real, from the thought Of the Eternal Years. 8 Bear gently, suffer like a child, Nor be ashamed of tears ; Kiss the sweet Cross, and in thy heart Sing of the Eternal Years. 9 Thy Cross is quite enough for thee, Though little it appears ; For there is hid in it the weight Of the Eternal Years. 10 And know'st thou not how bitterness An ailing spirit cheers ? Thy medicine is the strengthening thought Of the Eternal Years. 11 One Cross can sanctify a soul ; Late saints and ancient seers Were what they were, because they mused Unon tfce Eternal Years 12 Pass not from flower to pretty flower ; Time flies, and judgment nears ; Go, make thy honey from the thought Of the Eternal Years. 13 Death will have rainbows round it, seen Through calm contrition's tears, If tranquil hope but trims her lamp At the Eternal Years. 14 Keep unconstrain'dly in this thought Thy loves, hopes, smiles, and tears ; Such prison-house thine heart will make Free of the Eternal Y r ears. 15 A single practice long sustained A soul to God endears : This must be thine — to weigh the thought Of the Eternal Yrears. 16 He practises all virtue well, Who his own Cross reveres, And lives in the familiar thought Of those Eternal Y r ears. 59. The Sinner invited to the Mission. 1 O come to the merciful Saviour that calls ycu, O come to the Lord who forgives and for- gets; Though dark be the fortune on earth that befals you, There's a bright home above where the sun never sets. 2 O come then to Jesus, whose arms are ex- tended To fold His dear children in closest embrace ! O come, for your exile will shortly be ended And Jesus will show you his beautiful face! 3 O sons of St. Patrick ! dear children of Erin! Tifl God that hath kept vou your wonderful faith ! T Ah, love Him men, love Him ; for the dark night is nearing, And the light of His love shall be with you in death. 4 Then come to the Saviour, whose mercy grows brighter The longer you look at the depth of His love ; And fear not ! 'tis Jesus ! and life's cares grow lighter As you think of the home and the glory above. 5 Have you sinned as none else in the world have before you ? Are vou blacker than all other creatures in guilt? O fear not ! O fear not ! the mother that bore you Loves you less than the Saviour whose blood you have spilt ! 6 O come, then, to Jesus, and say how you love Him, And swear at His feet you will keep in His grace ; For one tear that is shed by a sinner can move Him, And your sins will drop ofrMn His tender embrace. 7 Then come to His feet, and lay open your story Of suffering and sorrow, of guilt and of shame ; For the pardon of sin is the crown o/ His glory, And the joy of our Lord to be true to His name. 8 O come, then, to Jesus, and drink of His fountains ! O come, for who needs not His mercy and love ? Believe me, dear children, that Erin's green mountains Are dull to the bright land that waits you above. 60. The Act of Contrition. 1 My God! who art nothing but mercy and kindness, shut not thine ear to the penitent's prayer; 'Tis Thy grace that hath cured me, dear Lord, of my blindness, Thy love that hath lifted me up from despair. 2 O cruel ! O cruel ! the bondage of evil That hath kept me so fast, and held me so low! fearful the hold, the stronghold of the devil, And the keen bitter fires of the long hope- less woe ! 3 But, O God ! by Thy mercy my mind is en- lightened ; 1 feel a new purpose burn strong in my heart ; 1 come to Thee now like a child scared and frightened, And I cling to Thy love and will never de- part. 4 There is not one evil that sin hath not brought me, There is not one good that hath come in its train ; It hath cursed me through life, and its sorrows have sought me, Each day that went by, in want, sickness, or pain. And O, when this life of affliction was ended, What a home for my weary heart did it prepare ! The anger of Him whom my sins had offended, And the night, the sick night of eternal desoair ' 6 Yes ! death would have come, and its ange have torn me By force to the judgment where hope could not be ; And a still darker spirit from thence would have borne me To unspeakable woes in his wide burning sea. 7 Where the worms and the wails and the lashes cease never, there my poor soul would have sickened of fire, And I should be tortured for ever and ever, But the pains of eternity never would tire. 8 The corn-field all trampled to mud by the cattle, The house whose scorched walls have been blackened by fire, Ah! such was my soul when the desolate battle Of sin raged within it, and sinful desire. 9 But away, mortal sin! by the help of my God, From "thy false poisoned fruits I will firmly refrain ; I have vowed, mortal sin ! I have manfully vowed, 1 will touch thee not, taste thee not, never again. 10 1 abjure the dark spirit who fondles yet hates me, I abjure mortal sin, the black gift he hath given ; I hate it for fear of the fire that awaits me, I hate it for hope of God's beautiful heaven. Ill hate it because the dear Lord that would ease us Sweated blood when He thought of the horror of sin ; I hate it because it hath crucified Jesus, Who hath done all He can the worst sinnera to win. 12 And I swear to Thee — yes, dearest Jesus! O let me, In the strength of Thy grace, swear an oath unto Thee, No sin ! never more ! if thou wilt not forge/ 4, me, But in Thy sweet mercy have mercy on me. 61. Forgiveness of Injuries. 1 O do you hear that voice from heaven, — Forgive, and you shall be forgiven ? No angel hath a voice like this ; Not even Mary's song of bliss From off her throne can waft to earth A promise of such priceless worth. 2 Again the music comes from heaven, — Forgive, and you shall be forgiven. Softly on every wind that blows Through the -wide earth the promise goes, Absolving sin and opening heaven, For we forgive and are forgiven ! 3 Yes, we, dear Lord ! Thy voice can tell; That gentle voice, we know it well ; Yet never was it sweet and clear As now when we this promise hear, — Poor souls ! who sadly doubt of heaven, Forgive, and you shall be forgiven. 4 Sweet Faith ! and can this pledge be true ? And is the duty hard to do ? No one, dear Lord! hath done to me Such wrong as I have dene to Thee ! Why should not all men go to heaven? They who forgive will be forgiven ! 5 Thine offers, earth ! to this are dull : Full mercy to the merciful ! O joy to every soul that lives ! Such beautiful bright words He gives, Whose royal promise cheapens heaven,— Forgive, and you shall be forgiven. i 2 6 Then listen to us, Jesus, Lord ! See how we take Thee at Thy word 2 O, as we hope with Thee to live, So from our hearts do we forgive ; And from this hour we do not know The thought, the thing men mean by foe ! 7 Yes ! saved and saints we all will be ! All of us, Lord ! will come to Thee ! Dear heaven ! the work for thee is done, — How easily, how sweetly won ! Yes ! thou art ours, eternal heaven ! For we forgave, and are forgiven. 62. The Wages of Sin. 1 O what are the wages of sin, The end of the race we have run ? We have slaved for the master we chose, And what is the prize we have won ? 2 We gave away all things for him, And O it was much that was given,— The love of the angels and saints, And the chance of our getting to heaven 3 We gave away Jesus and God, We gave away Mary and grace, Prayer and Confession and Mass ; And now we have finished the race ! 4 We are worn out and weary with sin ; Its pleasures are poor at the best ; From -what we remember, not worth Half an hour of a conscience at rest. 5 For sin in the hand is not like The bright thing it looked to the eye ; Its taste is still worse than its touch ; Yet we swallow the poison and die. 6 O fools that we were ! can we now Break off the bad bargains we made? And is there a way to get back The precious deposit we paid? 7 O vcs! we have got but to send One word or one sigh up to heavea ; The mischief will all be undone, And the past be completely forgiven. 8 Jesus is just what He was, On the Cross, as we left Him before, All gentleness, mercy, and love, Nay, His love and His mercy look more. We will back with our hearts in our hands— For the heart is His regular fee: Forgive us, dear Jesus, forgive — All we want is forgiveness and Thee 63. Distractions in Prayer. 1 Ah ! dearest Lord ! I cannot pray, My fancy is not free ; Unmannerly distractions come, And force my thoughts from Thee. 2 I cannot pray ; yet, Lord ! Thou know'st The pain it is to me To have my vainly struggling thoughts Thus torn away from Thee. 3 Ah ■ Tesus ! teach me how to prize These tedious hours when I, Foolish and mute before thy face, In helpless worship lie. 4 Had I kept stricter watch each hour O'er tongue, and eye, and ear, Had I but mortified all day Each joy as it came near, 5 Had I, dear Lord ! no pleasure found But in the thought of Thee, Prayer would have come unsought, and been A truer liberty. 6 Yet Thou art oft most present, Lord ! In weak distracted prayer; A sinner out of heart with self Most often finds Thee there. 7 And prayer that humbles sets the soul From all illusions free, And teaches it how utterly, Pear Lord 1 it hangs on Thee. 64. The Work of Grace. 1 How the light of Heaven is stealing, Gently o'er the trembling soul ; And the shades of bitter feeling from the lightened spirit roll. Sweetly stealing, sweetly stealing, See how grace its way is feeling.* 2 Fairer than the pearly morning Comes the softly struggling ray ; Ah, it is the very dawning That precedes eternal day. Sweetly stealing, &c. 3 See the tears, the blessed trouble, Doubts and fears, and hopes and smiles ! How the guilt of sin seems double, And how plain are Satan's wiles ! Sweetly stealing, &c. 4 Now the light is growing brighter, Fear of hell, and hate of sin; Another flash ! the heart is lighter ; Love of God hath entered in. Sweetly stealing, &c. 5 Now upon the favourite passion Falls a steady ray of grace ; * For singing, " See how grace its way doth feel.' And the lights of world and fashion In the new light fade apace. Sweetly stealing, &c. 6 What was sweet hath now grown bitter, What was bitter passing sweet ; Even penance now seems fitter Than the poor world's idle treat. Sweetly stealing, &c. 7 See ! more light ! the spirit tingles With contrition'3 piercing dart,— More, — and love divinely mingles Ease and gladness with the smart. Sweetly stealing, &c. 8 Free! free! the joyous light of heaven Comes with full and fair release — O God, what light ! all sin forgiven, Jesus, Mary, love, and peace. Sweetly stealing, &c. 65. A good Confession. 1 The chains that have bound me are flung to the wind, By the mercy of God the poor slave is get free ; And the strong grace of heaven breathes fresh o'er the mind, Like the bright winds of summer that gladden the sea. 2 There was nought in God's world half so dark or so vile As the sin and the bondage that fettered my soul ; There was nought half so base as the malice and guile Of my own sordid passions, or Satan's con* trol. 3 For years I have borne about hell in my breast, When I thought of my God it was nothing but gloom ; Day brought me no pleasure, night gave me no rest, There was still the grim shadow of horrible doom. 4 It seemed as if nothing less likely could be Than that light should break in on a dungeon so deep ; To create a new world was less hard than to free The slave from his bondage, the soul from its sleep. 5 But the word had gone forth, and said, Let there be light, And it flashed through my soul like a sharp passing smart; One look to my Saviour, and all the dark night, Like a dream scarce remembered was gone from my heart. 6 I cried out for mercy, and fell on my knees, And confessed, while my heart with keen sorrow was wrung ; 'Twas the labour of minutes, and years of disease Fell as fast from my soul as the words from my tongue. 7 And now — blest be God and the sweet Lord who died ! No deer on the mountain, no bird in the sky, No bright wave that leaps on the dark bound- ing tide, Is a creature so free or so happy as I. 8 All hail, then, all hail, to the dear Precious Blood That hath worked these sweet wonders of mercy in me ; May each day countless numbers throng down to its flood, And God have His glory, and sinners go free. 66. The Remembrance of Mercy. 1 Why art thou sorrowful, servant of God ? And what is this dulness that hangs o'er thee now ? Sing the praises of Jesus, and sing them aloud, And the song shall dispel the dark cloud from thy brow. 2 O is there a thought in the wide world so sweet As that God has so cared for us, bad as we are, That He thinks of us, plans for us, stoops to entreat, And follows us, wander we ever so far ? 3 Then how can the heart e'er be drooping or sad That God hath once touched with the light of His grace ? Can the child have a doubt who but lately hath laid Himself to repose in his father's embrace ? 4 And is it not wonderful, servant of God ! That He should have honoured us so with His love, That the sorrows of life should but shorten the road That leads to Himself and the mansion above ? 5 O then when the spirit of darkness comes down With clouds and uncertainties into thy heart, One look to thy Saviour, one thought of thy crown, And the tempest is over, the shadows depart. 6 That God hath once whispered a word in thine ear, Or sent thee from heaven one sorrow for sin, Is enough for a life both to banish all fear, And to turn into peace all the troubles within. 7 The schoolmen can teach thee far less about heaven, Of the height of God's power, or the depth of His love, Than the fire in thy heart when thy sin was forgiven, Or the light that one mercy brings down from above. 8 Then why dost thou weep ? For see ! how time flies, The time that for loving and praising was given — Away with thee, child, then, and hide thy red eyes In the lap, the kind lap, of thy Father in heaven. 67. The Pilgrims of the Night. 1 Hark ! hark ! my soul ! angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave- beat shore ! How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more ! Angels of Jesus ! Angels of light ! Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night. 2 Darker than night life's shadows fall around us, And, like benighted men, we miss our mark; God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely found us, Ere death finds out his victims in the dark Angels of Jesus ! &c. 3 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, Come, weary souls! for Jesus bids you come! And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. Angels of Jesus ! &c. 4 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd ! turn their weary steps to Thee. Angels of Jesus ! &c. 6 Rest comes at length ; though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; All journeys end in welcomes to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels of Jesus ! &c. 6 Cheer up, my soul ! faith's moonbeams softly glisten Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea; And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen To those brave songs which angels mean for thee. Angels of Jesus ! &c. !» Angels ! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, Till life's long night shall break in endless love. Angels of Jesus ! Angels of light! Singing to welcome The darkness of the night i K 68. The Christian's Song on his March to Heaven. 1 Blest is the Faith, divine and strong, Of thanks and praise an endless fountain, Whose life is one perpetual song, High up the Saviour's holy mountain. O Sion's songs are sweet to sing With melodies of gladness laden ; Hark ! how the harps of angels ring, Hail, Son of Man! Hail, Mother- Maiden ! 2 Blest is the hope that holds to God In doubt and darkness still unshaken, And sings along the heavenly road Sweetest when most it seems forsaken. O Sion's songs, &c. 3 Blest is the love that cannot love Aught that earth gives of best and brightest; Whose raptures thrill, like saints' above, Most when its earthly gifts are lightest. O Sion's songs, &c. 4 Blest is the penance that believes That charity turns hell to heaven; Counts its dark sins, and while it grieves Hopes for all that to be forgiven. O Sion's songs, &c. 5 Blest is the time that in the eye Of God its hopeful watch is keeping, And grows into eternity Like noiseless trees when men are sleeping. O Sion's songs, &c. 6 Blest is the death that good men die, Solemn, self-doubting, firm and wary; Trusting to God its destiny, And leaning for its hour on Mary. O Sion's sonj^s, &c. 69. Fight for Sion. £ Christians ! to the war ! Gather from afar ! Hark ! hark ! the word is given; Jesus bids us fight " For God and the Right," And for Mary, the Queen of Heaven ! Now first for thee, thou wicked world ! Puffed up with godless pomp and pageant Avenging grace to humble thee Can make the weakest arm its agent. Christians ! to the war ! Gather from afar ! Hark ! hark ! the word is given ; Jesus bids us fight " For God and the Right," And for Mary, the Queen of Heaven 2 And thou, dark fiend, six thousand years The Bride of Christ in vain tormenting, Shall find our hate and scorn of thee Deep as thine own, and unrelenting. Christians ! to the war, &c. 3 Ah ! Self! so oft forgiven, thou Canst play no part but that of traitor. We spare thy life ; but thou must bear The felon's brand, the captive's fetter. Christians ! to the war, &c. 4 But worse than devil, flesh, or world, Human respect, like poison creeping, Chills and unnerves the hosts of Christ, When weary war-worn hearts are sleeping. Christians ! to the war, &c. 6 Like lions roaring fo ■ their prey, Armies of foes are round us trooping ; What then ? see ! countless angels come To heal the hurt, to raise the drooping. Christians ! to the war, &c. 6 Then bravely, comrades, to the fight, With shout and song each other cheering ; Strength not our own from heaven descends, The sun breaks out, the clouds are clearing. Christians ! to the war, &c. 7 On to the gates of Sion, on ! Break through the foe with fresh endeavour; "We'll hang our colours up in heaven, When peace shall be proclaimed for ever. Christians ! to the war, &c. 70. An Evening Hymn at the Oratory. 1 Sweet Saviour ! bless us ere we go j Thy word into our minds instil ; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 2 The day is done, its hours have run ; And Thou hast taken count of all, — The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. Through life's long day, &c. 3 Grant us, dear Lord ! from evil ways True absolution and release ; And bless us more than in past days With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day, &c. 4 Do more than pardon ; give us joy, Sweet fear and sober liberty; And simple hearts without alloy, That only long to be like Thee. Through life's long day, &c. 6 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled; And care is light, for Thou hast cared : Ah ! never let our works be soiled With strife, or by deceit ensnared. Through life's long day, &c. 6 For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, — unto Thee we call ; O let Thy mercy make us glad : Thou art our Jesus and our All ! Through life's long day, &c. 7 Sweet Saviour ! bless us ; night is come, Mary and Philip near us be ; Good Angels, watch about our home; And we are one day nearer Thee ! Through life's long day, &c. 71. The Memory of the Bead. 1 O it is sweet to think Of those that are departed, While murmured Aves sink To silence tender-hearted; While tears that have no pain Are tranquilly distilling, And the dead live again In hearts that love is filling. 2 Yet not as in the days Of earthly ties we love them ; For they are touched with rays From light that is above them,: Another sweetness shines Around their well-known features; God with His glory signs His dearly ransomed creatures. 3 Ah ! they are more our own, Since now they are God's only ; And each one that has gone PI as left our heart less lonely. He mourns not seasons fled, AY ho now in Him possesses Treasures of many dead In their dear Lord's caresses. k- 9 4 Dear dead ! they have become Like guardian angels to us; And distant heaven like home, Through them begins to woo us, Love that was earthly wings Its flight to holier places ; The dead are sacred things That multiply our graces. 5 They whom we loved on earth Attract us now to heaven; Who shared our grief and mirth Back to us now are given. They move with noiseless foot Gravely and sweetly round us, And their soft touch hath cut Full many a chain that bound us. 6 O dearest dead ! to heaven With grudging sighs we gave you, To Him — be doubts forgiven S Who took you there to save you :— Now get us grace to love Your memories yet more kindly; Pine for our homes above, And trust to God more blindly. 72. Heaven. 1 O what is this splendour that beams on me now, Thi3 beautiful sunrise that dawns on my soul? While faint and far off land and sea lie below, And under my feet the huge golden clouds roll. 2 To what mighty king doth this city belong, With its rich jewelled shrines, and its gardens of flowers; With its breaths of sweet incense, its mea- sures of song, And the light that is gilding its numberless towers ? 3 See ! forth from the gates, like a bridal array, Come the princes of heaven — how bravely they shine ! 'Tis to welcome the stranger, to show me the way, And to tell mc that all I sec round me is mine ! 4 There are millions of saints, in their ranks and degrees, And each with a beauty and crown of his own ; And there, far outnumbering the sands of the seas, The nine rings of angels encircle the throne. 5 And far in the heart of that glorious light The mighty apostles are seated in state, With Joseph and John, who in life's mortal night Were appointed on Jesus and Mary to wait. 6 And still deeper in, Mary's splendour is seen, Her beautiful self and her choice starry crown ; And all heaven grows bright in the smile of its queen, For the glory of Jesus illumines her throne. 7 And O if the exiles of earth could but win One sight of the beauty of Jesus above, From that hour they would cease to be able to sin, And earth would be heaven; for heaven is love. 8 But words may not tell of the Vision of peace, With its worshipful seeming, its marvellous fires; Where the soul is 3t large, where its sorrows all cease, And the gift has outbidden its boldest desires ! 9 No sickness is here, no bleak bitter cold, No hunger, debt, prison, or weariful toil; No robbers to rifle our treasures of gold, No rust to corrupt, and no canker to spoil. 10 My God ! and it was but a short hour ago That I lay on a bed of unbearable pains ; All was cheerless around me, all weeping and woe, Now the wailing is changed to angelical strains. 11 Because I served Theej were life's pleasures all lost ? Was it gloom, pain, or blood, that won heaven for me ? Oh, no ! one enjoyment alone could life boast, And that, dearest Lord ! was mv service of Thee! 12 1 had hardly to give ; 'twas enough to receive, Only not to impede the gweet grace from above ; And this first hour in heaven, I can hardly believe In so great a reward for so little a love I 73. Paradise. i O Paradise ! O Paradise ! Who doth not crave for rest ? Who would not seek the happy land, Where they that loved are blest. Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight ? 2 O Paradise ! O Paradise ! The world is growing old ; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? Where loyal hearts, &c. 3 O Paradise ! O Paradise 1 Wherefore doth death delay ; Bright death, that is the welcome dawn Of our eternal day ; Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight ? 4 Paradise ! O Paradise ; 'Tis weary waiting here ; I long to be where Jesus is, To feel, to see Him near. Where loyal hearts, &c. 5 O Paradise ! O Paradise ! I want to sin no more ! I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore. Where loyal hearts, &c. 6 Paradise ! Paradise ! I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord Is furnishing for me. Where loyal hearts, &c. 7 Paradise ! O Paradise ! I feel 'twill not be long; Patience ! I almost think I hear Faint fragments of thy song. Where loyal hearts, &c 74. The Three Kings. 1 Who are these that ride so fast o'er the desert's sandy road, That have tracked the Red Sea shore, and have swum the rivers broad; Whose camel's bells are tinkling through the long and starry night — For they ride like men pursued, like the van- quished of a fight ? 2 Who are these that ride so fast ? They are eastern monarchs three, Who have laid aside their crowns, and re- nounced their high degree ; The eyes they love, the hearts they prize, the well-known voices kind, Their people's tents, their native plains, they've left them all behind. 3 The very least of faith's dim rays beamed on them from afar, And that same hour they rose from off their thrones to track the star ; They cared not for the cruel scorn of those who called them mad ; Messiah's star was shining, and their royal hearts were glad. 4 No Bibles and no books of God were in that eastern land, No Pope, no blessed Pope, had thev to guide them with his hand; No Holy Roman Church was there, with its clear and strong sunshine ; With its voice of truth, its arm of power, its sacraments divine. 5 But a speck was in the midnight sky, uncer- tain, dim, and far, And their hearts were pure, and heard a voice proclaim Messiah's star : And in its golden twinkling they saw more than common light, The Mother and the Child they saw in Beth- lehem by night ! 6 And what were crowns, and what were thrones, to such a sight as that ? So straight away they left their tents, and bade not grace to wait ; They hardly stop to slake their thirst at the desert's limpid springs, Nor note how fair the landscape is, how sweet the skylark sings ! 7 Whole cities have turned out to meet their royal cavalcade, Wise colleges and doctors all their wisdom have displayed ; And when the star was dim, they knocked at Herod's royal gate, And troubled with the news of faith his politic estate. 8 And they have knelt in Bethlehem! The Everlasting Child They saw upon His Mother's lap, earth's monarch meek and mild ; His little feet, with Mary's leave, they pressed with loving kiss, — O what were thrones, O what were crowns, to such a joy as this! M One little sight of Jesus was enough for many years, One look at Him, their stay and staff in the dismal vale of tears : Their people for that sight of Him they gallantly withstood. They taught His faith, they preached His word, and for Him shed their blood. 10 Ah ! me, what broad daylight of faith our thankless souls receive, How much we know of Jesus, and how easy to believe : 'Tis the noonday of His sunshine, of His sun that setteth never : Faith gives us crowns, and makes us kings, and our kingdom is for ever ! 110 glory be to God on high for these Arabian kings, These miracles of royal faith, with eastern offerings : For Gaspar and for Melchior and Balthazzar, who from far Found Mary out and Jesus by the shining of a star ! 12 Let us ask these martyrs, then, those mon- archs of the East, Who are sitting now in heaven at their Saviour's endless feast, To get us faith from Jesus, and hereafter faith's bright home, And day and night to thank Him for the glorious faith of Rome ! 75. St. Philip and the World, 1 The world is wise, for the world is old ; Five thousand years their tale have told Yet the world is not happy as the world might be — Why is it ? why is it ? O answer me ! 2 Tho world is kind if we ask not too much ! It is sweet to the taste, and smooth to tho touch ; Yet the world is not happy as the world might be — "Why is it ? why is it ? O answer me ! 3 The world is strong with an awful strength, And full of life in its breadth and length ; Yet the world is not happy as the world might be — Why is it ? why is it? O answer me ! 4 Tiic world is so beautiful, one may fear Its borrowed beauty might make it too dear ; Yet the v>orld is not happy as the world might be — Why is it ? why is it ? O answer me ! 5 The world is good in its own poor way ; There is rest by night and high spirits by day; Yet the world is not happy as the world might be- Why is it ? why is it? O answer me ! 6 This very world saw Messiah's birth, And Mary was only a daughter of earth ; Yet the world is not happy as the world might be — Why is it ? why is it ? O answer me ! 7 The Cross shines fair, and the church-be il rings, And the earth is peopled with holy things ; Yet the world is not happy as the world might be — Why is it ? why is it ? O answer me ! 8 What lackest thou, world ! for God macto thee of old ? Why, — thy faith hath gone out, and thy heart grown cold ; Thou art not as happy as thou mf contest be, For the want of Christ's simplicity. L 9 It is love that thou lackest, thou poor old world ! Who shall make thy blood hot for thee, frozen old world ? Thou art not as happy as thou mightest he, For the love of dear Jesus is little in thee. 10 God hath sent thee a Saint new heat to im- part ; Loveis always at high- water mark in hisheart; He will make thee as happy as thou mayest be; 'Tis St. Philip of Rome who is sent to thee. 11 Now, foolish old world ! kick not at his rule! Be content if he sends thy grey hairs back to school. He will make thee as happy as thou canst be, For he will bid Mary pray for thee. 12 Poor world ! if thou cravest a better day, Hem ember — the Saints must have their own way : I mourn thou art not as thou mightest be — But the love of God would do all for thee. 13 And Jesus and Mary would set thee free, Hadst thou ears to hear, and eyes to see, What good Father Philip has done for me; For the love of God is the creature's liberty I 76. The Emigrant's Song. 1 Alas ! o'er Erin's lessening shores The flush of day is fading, And coldly round us ocean roars, The exiled heart upbraiding. it tells of those whose pining love ~^x«st cross the seas to find us, Vnd of the dead at peace above Whose graves we leave behind lift Ah ! we shall meet no green like thine, Erin ! where we are going ; No waters to our eyes can shine Like Shannon proudly flowing; No sea-bays we can love so well As that round Cove extending, No fragrance like the bog-fire's smell In evening's calm ascending. Poor heart ! God knows how sore and long The fight hath been within it ; The battle lies not with the strong, Or our love of home might win it, — We could not bear from wife's dear eyes Each day to miss the shining. As oft she strove to hush the crie3 Of babes In famine pining. The very joy of all this earth, The blessed name of Jesus, They turned what was our holiest mirth To Satan's snare to tease us. He sent his troops, with food in hand, To their false faith to woo us ; To take the blessing from our land, And eternally undo us. 'Twas hard to watch the wasting child, Nor take the bribe thus given; Ah, me ! a father's heart gone wild, For earth might barter heaven, — The men of stone, they watched their hour, Darkness and light were striving ; But Jesus tempered hunger's power, We conquered and are living. And now into that sunset far Across the western waters, Freedom of faith and plenty's star Lead Erin's sons and daughters. Dear friends at home ! whene'er ye grieve, Prayer o'er the sea can find us, And to our native land we lew* Blessing and love behind U3. ©art m. 77. Veni Creator, 2 Veni, Creator Spiritus, Mentes tuorum visita, Imple supema gratia Quae tu creasti pectora. 2 Qui diceris Paraclitus, Altissimi donum Dei, Pons vivus, ignis, charitaa, Et spiritalis unctio. 3 Tu septiformis munere Digitus Paternaa dexter®, Tu rite promissum Patris,, Sermone ditans guttura. 4 Accende lumen sensibus, Infunde amorem cordibus, Infirma nostri corporis Virtute finnans perpeti. 5 Hostem repellas longius, Pacemque dones protinus; Ductore sic te praivio Yitemus omne noxium. 6 Per te sclamus da Patrem, Noscanms atque Filium, Teque utriusque Spiritual Credamus omni tempore. 7 Deo Patri sit gloria, Et Filio, qui a mortuia Surrcxit, ac Paraclito, In s&culorum saccula. Am en. 73. Te Ueum lau&amus. Te Deum laudamus: te Dominum confitemur. Te aeternum Patrem omnis terra veneratur. Tibi omnes Angeli; tibi cceli, et universae po- testatea : Tibi Cherubim et Seraphim, incessabili voce proclamant : Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dominus Deus Sa- baoth : Pleni sunt cceli et terra, mnjestatisgloriaj tua. Te gloriosus Apostolorum chorus. Te Prophetarum laudabilis numerus. Te Martyrum candidatus laudat exercitus. Te per orbem terrarum, sancta confitetur Ecclesia. Patrem immensaj majestatis. Venerandum tuum verum et unicum Filium. Sanctum quoque Paraclitum Spiritum. Tu Rex gloria; Christe. Tu Patris sempitcrnus es Filius. Tu ad liberandum suscepturus hominem, non horruisti Virginis uterum. Tu devicto mortis aculeo, aperuisti credenti- als regna ccrlorum. Tu ad dexteram Dei scdes : in gloria Patris. Judex crederis esse venturus. * Te ergo qiuTsumus, tuis famulis subveni: quoa pretioso sanguine redemisti. yEterna fac cum Sanctis tuis, in gloria nume- rari. Salvum fac populum tuum, Domine: et bene- die hsereditati tuaj. * Here it is usur.l to kneel. Et rege cos, et extolle illos, usque in Beternum. Vor ginguloa dies, benedicimus te. Et laudamus nomen tuum in sxculum : et in Kseculum saeculi. Dignare, Domine, die isto : sine peccato nos custodire. Miserere nostri, Domine : miserere nostri. Fiat misericordia tua, Domine, super nos : quemadmodum speravimus in te. In te, Domine, 6peravi; non confundar in ©temum. 79. Salutaris Hostia. 1 O salutaris Hostia, Quee CGeli pandis ostium : Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. 2 Um Trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino 2s obis donet in patria. Amen. 80. Tantmn ergo Sacramentiim. 1 Tant t jm ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui : Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui; Praistet fides supplomentum Sensuum defectui. 2 Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit ct ber.edictio : Procedenti &b utroque Cornpar sit laudatio. Amen. 81. Adeste Fideles. 1 Adkste fi deles, Lati triumphantes : Venite, venitc in Bethlehem: Natum videte Regem angelorum : Venite adoremus, Venite adoremus, Venite adoremus Dominum. 2 Deum de Deo, Lumen de lumine, Gestant pucllae viscera: Deum verum, Genitum, non factum : Venite adoremus, &c. 3 Cantet nunc Io ! Chorus angelorum : Cantet nunc aula ccelestium, Gloria In excelsis Deo ! Venite adoremu3, &c. 4 Ergo qui natus Die hodiema, Jesu tibi sit gloria, Patris aeterni Verbum caro factum ! Venite adoremus, &c. 82. Magnificat Magnificat anima mea Dominum. Et exultavit Bpiritufl meus: in Deo salutari meo. Quia rcspexit humilitatem ancilla? sue : ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes genera- tiones. Quia fecit milii magna qui potens est : et anctum nomen ejus. Et misericordia ejus a progenia in progenies: timentibus eum. Fecit potentiam in brachio suo : dispersit saperbos mente cordis sui. Deposuit potentes de sede: et exaltavit hu- miles. Esurientes implevit bonis : et divitei dimisit inanes. Suscepit Israel puerum suum: recordatus misericordiae sua?. Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros : Abraham s et semini ejus in saecula. Gloria Patri, &c. 83. Litany of the Blessed Virgin. COMMONLY CALLED THE LITANY OF LORETTO, Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. . Christe audi nos. S5 Christe eocaudi nos. q Pater de coelis Deus, S Fili Redemptor mundi Deus, 2 Spiritus Sancte Deus, S, Sancta Trinitas, unus Deus, SS* Sancta Maria, Sancta Dei Genitrix, ~ Sancta Virgo Virgin urn, g Mater Christ!, -^ Mater divinse gratia), o Mater purissima, s Mater castissima, S" Mater inviolata, ** Mater intemerata, Mater amabilis, Mater admirabilis, Mater Creatoris, Mater Sahatoris, Virgo prudentissima, Virgo veneraiula, Virgo praedicanda, Virgo potens, Virgo elemens, Virgo fidelis, Speculum justitis, Sedes eapientiffi, Causa nostrae lastitice, Vas spirituale, ^ Vas honorabile, a Vas insigrie devotionis, *5 Rosa mystica, ^ Turris Davidica, §, Turris eburnea, £* Domus aurea, Foederis area, Janua cceli, Stella matutina, Salus infirmorum, Refugium peccatorum, Consolatrix affiictorum, Auxilium Christianorum, Regina Angelorum, Regina Patriarch arum, Regina Prophetarum, Regina Apostolorum, Regina Marty rum, Regina Confessorum, Regina Virginum, Regina Sanctorum omnium, Regina sine labe originali conccpta, Agnus Dei, qui tollifl peccata mundi, Parce ?:otjis, Domine. Agnus Dei, qui tollifl peccata mundi, Exaudx 7i os 9 Domine. Agnus Dei, qui toliis peccata mundi, Miserere nobis. 84. Salve Kegina. Salve, Regina, mater misericordia?; Vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve. Ad te clamamus, exules filii Hevse ; Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes in hac lacrymarum valle. Eia ergo, Advocata nostra, Illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos coiv verte; Et Jesum benedictum fructum ventris tui, Nobis post hoc exilium ostende, O clemens, O pia, O dulcis Virgo Maria. 85. Ave Maris Stella. 1 Ave maris stella, Dei Mater alma, Atque semper virgo, Felix cceli porta. 2 Sumens iilud Ave Gabrieli3 ore, Funda nos in pace, Mutans Hevs nomen. 3 Solve vincla reis, Profer lumen ca?cis, Mala nostra pelle, Bona cuncta posce. 4 Monstra te esse metrem, Sumat per te preces, Qui pro nobis natus, Tulit esse tuus. 5 Virgo singularis, later omnes mitis, Nos culpis soiutos, Mites fac et castes. 6 Vitam praesta purara, Iter para tutum, Ut videntes Jesum 9 Semper collaptemur. 7 Sit laus Deo Patri, Summo Christo decus, Spiritui Sancto, Tribus honor unus. Amen. 86. From Pain to Fain. [Verse sung at the Way of the Cros-- at the Oratory.] From pain to pain, from woe to woe, With loving hearts and footstep3 slow, To Calvary with Christ we go. See how Hi3 precious Blood At every station pours ; Was ever grief like His ! Was ever sin like ours ! 87. Stabat Mater. 1 Stabat Mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa, Dum pendebat Filius. Cujus animam gementem, Contristatam, et dolentem, Pertransivit gladius. 2 O quam tristis et afflicta Puit ilia benedicta Mater Unigcniti. Qu.e mcerebat, et do! Pia Mater, dum rid Nati pccnas inclyti. 3 Quis est homo qui Matrem Christi ai ridcret In tanto nipplicio? Quis non posset contristari, Christi Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio ? 4 Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Jesum in tormentis, Et flagellis subditum. Vidit suum dulcem Natum Moriendo 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 Deura, Ut sibi complaceam. 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. Juxta Crucem tecum stare, Et me tibi sociare In planctu desidero. 8 Virgo virginum prseclara, Mihi jam non sis amara ; Fac me tecum plangere. Fac ut portem Christi 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. 10 ChrLte, cum sit hinc cxirc, Da per Matreni me venire Ad palmam victorke. Quando corpus morietur, Fac ut animse donetui Paradisi gloria. Amen. 88. Miserere. Miserere mei, Deus: secundum magnaxn miscricordiam tuam. Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuanim : dele iniquitatem meam. Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea : et a pcccato meo munda me. Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco : et peccatum meum contra me est semper. Tibi soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci : ut justificeris in sermonibus tuia, et vincas cum judicaris. Ecce enim in iniquitatibus conceptus sum : et in peccatis concepit me mater mea. Ecce enim veritatem dilexisti : iaccrta et occulta sapiential tuse manifestasti mihi. Asperges me hyssopo, et mundabor : lavabis me, et super nivem deaibabor. Auditui meo dabis gaudium et Inctitiam : et exuitabunt ossa humiliata. Averte faciem tuam a peccatis meis : et omncs iniquitatea meas dele. Cor mundum crca in me, Deus : et spiritual rectum innova in visceribus meis. Ne projiciaa me a facie tua : et Spiiitum sanctum tuum ne auferas a me. Jved-ie mihi laetitiam salutaris tui i principal! confirma me. Docebo iniquoa viaa tuas: et impii ad te convertentur. M Libera me de sanguiiiibus, Deus Deus sa- lutis mesc: et exultabit lingua mea justitiam tuam. Domine, labia mea aperies : et os meum annuntiabit laudem tuam. Quoniam si voluisses sacrificium, dedissem atique : holocaustis non delectaberis. Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus : coi contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies. Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion : at sedificentur muri Jerusalem. Tunc acceptabis sacrificium justitise, obla- tiones, et holocausta : tunc imponent super al- tare tuum vitulos. Gloria, &c. 89. De Profundis. De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine: Do- mine, exaudi vocem meam. Fiant an res tuae intendentes : in vocem depre- cationis mea?. Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine : Do- mine, quis sustinebit ? Quia apud te propitiatio est : et propter legem tuam sustinui te, Dcmine. Sustinuit anima mea in verbo ejus : speravit anima mea in Domino. A custodia matutina usque ad noctem : spe- ret Israel in Domino. Quia apud Dominum misericordia : et co- piosa apud eum redemptio. Et ipse redimet Israel, ex omnibus iniquitati- bus ejus. Requiem seternarn donaeis Domine. Ei lux perpetua iuceat eis. 90. Lent. 1 Now arc the days of humblest prayer, When consciences to God lie bare, And mercy most delights to spare. O hearken when we cry, Chastise us with Thy fear; Yet, Father! in the multitude Of Thy compassions, hear ! 2 Now is the season, wisely long, Of sadder thought and graver song, When ailing souls grow well and strong. O hearken, &c. 8 The feast of penance ! 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