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 THE 
 
 Catholic Youth's 
 
 HYMN BOOK: 
 
 CONTAINING THE 
 
 HYMNS OF THE SEASONS AND FESTIVALS 
 OF THE YEAR, 
 
 ASEASGED 
 
 WITH A SPECIAL VIEW TO THE WANTS OF 
 
 Cnitorti* ^cfe0jo!& 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN BROTHERS. 
 
 With the Approbation of V e Most Rev. J. McCloskev, D. D., 
 Archbishop of New York. 
 
 NEW YORK ! 
 
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 Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1S71, by 
 
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HYMNS 
 
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 ADVENT. 
 
 HAKE! AK AWPUL VOICE IS SOUNDING. 
 
 *Air* 1,3,17,18,78,130. 
 
 1 Hark! an awful voice is sounding; 
 
 " Christ is nigh! " it seems to say; 
 " Cast away the dreams of darkness, 
 
 O ye children of the day! " 
 Startled at the solemn warning, 
 
 Let the earth-bound soul arise; 
 Christ, her Sun, all sloth expelling, 
 
 Shines upon the morning skies. 
 
 2 Lo! the Lamb so long expected, 
 
 Comes with pardon down from heav'n: 
 Let us haste with tears of sorrow, 
 
 One and all to be forgiv'n. 
 So when next He comes in glory, 
 
 Wrapping all the earth in fear, 
 May He then as our defender, 
 
 On the clouds of heaven appear. 
 
 * These numbers refer to the airs which are to be found i 
 the large edition of the Catholic Youth s Hymn Book:. 
 
4: ADVENT. 
 
 A GLOEIOUS VOICE SOimDS. 
 
 Airs 2, 11,120, 
 
 1 A glokiotjs voice sounds through the night, 
 And chides the darkness into light; 
 
 The mists of sleep are driv'n afar, 
 
 And Christ shines forth the morning star. 
 
 2 Xow from its torpor leaps the mind, 
 And leaves all taint of earth behind; 
 The new-born Planet flames on high, 
 And bids all care and sorrow fly. 
 
 3 Now from above the Lamb is sent, 
 T > pay the debt, O penitent! 
 
 Weep! and with tears thy praise uplift, 
 la thanks for so supreme a gift. 
 
 4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 The King of Heaven's immortal host; 
 May men and angels praise outpour, 
 For ever and for evermore. 
 
 SEE, HE DOMES r 
 
 Airs 3, 29, 55, 78, 81 130, 141, 143. 
 
 1 See, He comes! whom ev'ry nation, 
 
 Taught of God, desired to see; 
 Filled with hope and expectation, 
 
 That He would their Saviour be. 
 Sing, oh I sing with exultation, 
 
 Haste we to our Father's Home; 
 Peace, redemption, joy, salvation, 
 
 Kow from Heaven to earth are come. 
 
CEKIST1IAS. 
 
 2 See, He conies! whom kings and 
 
 Prophets, patriarchs of oid, 
 Distant climefi and countless ages, 
 
 Waited eager to behold. 
 Sing, oh! sing with exultation, 
 
 Haste we to our Father's Home; 
 Peace, redemption, joy, salvation, 
 
 Now from Heaven to earth are come. 
 
 3 See, the Lamb of God appearing, 
 
 God of God from Heaven above ! 
 See the Heavenly Bridegroom cheering 
 
 His dear Bride with words of love ! 
 Glory to th' Eternal Father, 
 
 Glory to th' Incarnate Son, 
 Glory to the Holy Spirit, 
 
 Glory to the Three in One. 
 
 ADESTE PIDELES, 
 
 Air 4. 
 
 Adeste fideles, 
 
 Lseti triumph antes, 
 Tenite, venite in Bethlehem. 
 Natuni videte, Begem angelorum. 
 
 Venite adoremus, 
 Yenite adoremus, 
 Yenite adoremus Dominum. 
 
 ; Deum de Deo, 
 
 Lunien de lumine, 
 Gestant puellae 
 Deum verum Genitnm, non factum. 
 
 Yenite adoremus, &£ 
 
CHRISTMAS. • 
 
 Cantet nunc Io 
 
 Chorus angeloruni, 
 Cantet nunc aula ccelestium. 
 Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo. 
 
 Venite adoremus, &c. 
 
 Ergo qui natus 
 
 Die hodierna, 
 eTesu tibi sit gloria. 
 Patris seternse verbum caro factum, 
 
 Venite adoremus, &c. 
 
 WITH HEAETS TRULY GRATEFUL, 
 
 Air 4. 
 
 1 With hearts truly grateful, 
 Come all ye faithful, 
 
 To Jesus, to Jesus in Bethlehem; 
 See Christ your Saviour, 
 Heaven's greatest favor. 
 Let's hasten to adore Him; 
 Let's hasten to adore Him; 
 Let's hasten to adore Him; 
 Our God and King. 
 
 2 God to God equal 
 Light of Light eternal; 
 
 Carried in Virgin's ever spotless womb. 
 He all preceded, 
 Begotten not created. 
 Let's hasten, &c. 
 
 3 Angels now praise Him, 
 Loud their voices raising, 
 
 TIl ' heavenly mansions with joy now ring. 
 Prais' 1 , honor, glory, 
 To Him who is most holy. 
 Let's hasten, &c. 
 
CHRISTMAS. 7 
 
 4 To Jesus, born this day, 
 
 Grateful homage repay; 
 To Him who all heavenly gifts cloth bring. 
 
 Word uncreated, 
 
 To our rlesh united. 
 Let's hasten, kc. 
 
 COME ALL YE FAITHFUL. 
 
 Air 5. 
 
 1 Co^ie all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, 
 
 O hasten, O hasten to Bethlehem; 
 
 See in a manger the monarch of angels. 
 
 O come and let us worship, 
 
 O come and let us worship, 
 
 O come and let us worship, 
 
 Christ the Lord, 
 O come and let us worship, 
 Christ the Lord. 
 
 2 God of God, eternal, Light from Light pro- 
 
 ceeding, 
 He deigns in the Virgin's womb to lie; 
 Very God of very God, begotten not created 
 O come and let us worship, &c. 
 
 3 Sing alleluia, all ye choirs of angels, 
 
 O sing all ye Citizens of heaven above; 
 Glory to God in the highest heaven. 
 O come and let us worship, &c. 
 
 4 Tea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy 
 
 morning, 
 To Thee O Jesus be glory given ; 
 True AVord of the Father in our flesh ap- 
 pearing. 
 
 O come and let us worship, kc. 
 
8 CHEISTMAS. 
 
 HISTOEY OF THE BIETH OF OUE LORD. 
 
 Air 6. 
 
 Cho. — Come, let us muse devoutly 
 
 On Jesus, born on Christmas day; 
 "lis our Lord's sweetest mystery, 
 Which does His love explain. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 1 Joseph and Mary who both trace 
 To David their true royal race, 
 Arriv'd in Bethle'm find no place, 
 
 Except a wretched stable, 
 "Which by the Saviour's blessed birth 
 
 Becomes most honorable, 
 The holiest shrine on earth. — Cliorus. 
 
 2 Night has now spread all her shadows; 
 Stern, sad, and cold herself she shows, 
 Just as if to foretell great woes. 
 
 Thus she figures but weakly, 
 The darker night of sin and crime, 
 
 Which kept men in security, 
 From th' earliest age of time. — Chorus. 
 
 3 Around now reigns th' hour of midnight, 
 When suddenly appears a light, 
 WTiich makes the stable heavenly bright. 
 
 The Word made flesh, lo ! leaves then 
 The blessed womb of Mary dear, 
 
 And comes to view as even 
 A ray through crystal clear. — Chows. 
 
 4 His Mother takes the Holy child, 
 Admires His face, so dearly mild, 
 Adores her God in her own child. 
 
 Saint Joseph close by Mory, 
 In rapture reverently kneels, 
 
 The Babe looks at him gently, 
 How happy now he feels. — Chorus. 
 
CHRISTMAS. 9 
 
 DEAK LITTLE ONE ! 
 
 Airs 7, 8, 13,30, 46. 
 
 1 Dear little One! how sweet Thou art, 
 
 Thine eyes so brightly shine; 
 So bright, they almost seem to speak, 
 
 When Mary's looks meet Thine! 
 How faint and feeble is Thy cry, 
 
 Like plaint of harmless dove, 
 When Thou dost murmur in thy sleep, 
 
 Of sorrow and of love. 
 
 2 When Mary bids Thee sleeps, Thou sleep'st, 
 
 Thou wakest when she calls; 
 Thou art content upon her lap, 
 
 Or in the rugged stalls. 
 Simplest of Babes! with what a grace 
 
 Thou dost Thy mother's will; 
 Thine infant fashions well betray 
 
 The Godhead 's hidden skill. 
 
 3 When Joseph takes Thee in his arm3 
 
 And smooths Thy little cheek, 
 Thou lookest up into his face, 
 
 So helpless and so meek. 
 Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, 
 
 A thing of smiles and tears; 
 Yet Thou art God, and heav'n and earth 
 
 Adore Thee with their fears. 
 
 ANGELS WE HAVE HEAED. 
 
 Air 9. 
 
 1 Angels we have heard on high — 
 Sweetly singing o'er the plains, 
 And the mountains in reply 
 Echo back their joyous strains 
 ||:Gloria in excelsis Deo. :|| 
 
10 CHBISTMAS. 
 
 2 Shepherds why this jubilee? 
 
 Why your rapturous strains prolong? 
 Say what may the tidings be, 
 
 Which inspire your heav'nly song. 
 || : Gloria in excelsis Deo. :|| 
 
 3 Come to Bethlehem, come and see, 
 
 Him whose birth the angels sing; 
 Come adore on bended knee, 
 
 Th' Infant Christ, the newborn King. 
 || :Gloria in excelsis Deo. :|| 
 
 4 See within a manger laid, 
 
 Jesus, Lord of heav'n and earth! 
 Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, 
 
 With us sing our Saviour's birth. 
 || :Gloria in excelsis Deo. :|| 
 
 WHAT LOVELY INFANT CAN THIS BE? 
 
 Airs 10, 11, 109. 
 
 1 What lovely Infant can this be, 
 That in the little crib I see? 
 
 So sweetly on the straw it lies, 
 It must have come from Paradise. 
 
 2 Who is that Lady kneeling by, 
 And gazing on so tenderly? 
 
 Oh! that is Mary, ever blest, 
 How full of joy her holy breast. 
 
 3 What man is that who seems to smile, 
 And look so blissful all the while? 
 
 'Tis holy Joseph good and true, 
 The Infant makes him happy too. 
 
EPIPHANY. 11 
 
 4 What makes the crib so bright and clear? 
 What voices sing bo sweetly here? 
 
 All! see behind the window pane, 
 The little angels looking in. 
 
 5 "Who are those people kneeling down, 
 Wich crooked sticks and hands so brown? 
 
 The shepherd > from the mountain top, 
 The little angels woke them up. 
 
 6 The ox and ass how still and mild, 
 They stand beside the Holy Child, 
 
 The little body underneath, 
 They warm so kindly with their breath. 
 
 7 Hail, holy cave! fcho* dark thou be, 
 The world is lighted up from thee; 
 
 Hail, Holy Babe. Creation stands, 
 And moves upon Thy little hands. 
 
 IN BETHLEHEM TOWN, 
 
 Airs 1'2. 30. 83. 19. 
 
 1 In Bethlehem Town He lay Him down, 
 
 Within a place obscure; 
 O little Bethlehem, poor in walls, 
 But rich in furniture. 
 
 Chorus. 
 1 : Since Heav'n is now come down below, 
 Hither the angels fly; 
 Hark! how the heav'nly voices sing, 
 Glory to God on hi- 
 
 2 The news is spread, the shepherds heard, 
 
 And troubled Salem's peace, 
 King Herod groaned upon his throne, 
 Tor fear his reign would cease. 
 Since Heav'n is now, 6zc. 
 
12 HOIiY NAME OP JESUS. 
 
 3 Wise kings from far beheld the star, 
 
 Which was their faithful guide, 
 Until it pointed out the Babe, 
 And Him they glorified. 
 Since Heav'n is now, &c. 
 
 4 The blazing star did shine so far, 
 
 That all the world might see, 
 And nations bound in darkness found; 
 True light and liberty. 
 Since Heav'n is now, &c. 
 
 JESUS, THE VEET THOUGHT OF THEE. 
 
 Airs 13, 44, 83. 
 
 1 Jesus, the very Thought of Thee, 
 
 With sweetness fills my breast; 
 But sweeter far Thy face to see, 
 
 And in Thy presence rest; 
 No sound, no harmony so gay, 
 
 Can art of music frame, 
 No thought can reach, no word can say, 
 
 The sweets of Thy blest Name. 
 
 2 O hope of ev'ry contrite heart! 
 
 O joy of all the weak: \ 
 
 To those who fall how kind Thou art, 
 
 How good to those who seek! 
 But what to those who find? oh! this, 
 
 No tongue, no pen can show; 
 The love of Jesus what it is, 
 
 None but His loved ones know. 
 
■LEST. 13 
 
 O Jesus, light of all below! 
 
 Thou Fount of life and fire, 
 Surpassing all the joys we know, 
 
 Aii that we can desire. 
 May every heart confess Thy Name, 
 
 And ever Thee adore! 
 And seeking Thee, itself inflame, 
 
 To seek Thee more and more. 
 
 O Jesus! Thou the beauty art 
 
 Of angel worlds above; 
 Thy Name is music to the heart, 
 
 Enchanting it with love. 
 For Thee I yearn, for Thee I sigh; 
 
 When wilt Thou come to me, 
 And make me glad eternallv, 
 
 With one blest sight of Thee? 
 
 STABAT MATEE. 
 
 Air 14. 
 
 1 Stabat Mater dolorosa, 
 Juxta crucem lacrymosa, 
 
 Dum penclebat Films. 
 
 2 Cujus an imam gementem, 
 Contristatam et dolentem, 
 
 Pertransivit gladius. 
 
 3 O quam tristis et afflicta, 
 Fuit ilia benedicta, 
 
 Mater Unigeniti! 
 
 4 Quae mcerebat et dolebat, 
 Pia Mater dum videbat 
 
 Nati pcenas inclyti. 
 
14 LENT. 
 
 5 Quis est homo qui non Herat, 
 Matrem Christi si videret 
 
 In tan to suplieio? 
 
 6 Quis non posset contristari, 
 Christi Matrem contemplari 
 
 Dolentem cum Filio? 
 
 7 Pro peccatis suse gentis, 
 Vidit Jesum in tormentis 
 
 Et nagellis subditum. 
 
 8 Vidit suum dulcem natum, 
 Moriendo desolatum, 
 
 Dum emisit spirtum. 
 
 9 Eia Mater, fons amoris, 
 Me sentire vim doloris 
 
 Fac ut tecum lugeam. 
 
 10 Fac ut ardeat cor meum 
 
 In amando Christum Deum, 
 Ut sibi complaceam. 
 
 11 Sancta Mater istud agas 
 Crucifixi fige plagas 
 
 Cordi meo valide. 
 
 12 Tui nati vulnerati, 
 
 Tarn dignati pro me pati, 
 Poenas mecum divide. 
 
 13 Fac me tecum pie flere 
 Crucifixo condolere 
 
 Donee ego vixero. 
 
 14 Juxta crucem tecum stare, 
 Et me tibi sociare 
 
 In planctu desidero. 
 
1ST. 15 
 
 38 HEE STATION KEEPING. 
 
 14. 
 
 At the cross her station keeping, 
 Biood ng, 
 
 CI 
 Thr i*ingj 
 
 All his bitter anguish bear: 
 
 J and sore distressed 
 
 Of the sole begotten 
 in toriner.: h 
 She beneatli beholds t"_ 
 Of her dying glorious 8 
 
 3 I- there me who would not weep, 
 
 lear mother to t 5a 
 Can the human heart refrain 
 From partaking in her pain, 
 In thai mother a ^ain unfcol 
 
 i Bruise 1. curse:!, defiled, 
 
 She \ sheld her fcendei ;_._:. I 
 
 All with bloody scourges rent, 
 For the sin of his own nation 
 Saw him hang in deaolati 
 irit : xrth b i 
 
 5 Let me mingle tears with ~ 
 
 irning him who mourned for : 
 All tfa 
 By 
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1G LENT. 
 
 6 O tliou mother! font of love! 
 Touch my spirit from above, 
 
 Make my heart with thine accord, 
 Make me feel as thou hast ft It; 
 Make my soul to glow and melt 
 
 With the love of Christ my Lord. 
 
 7 Virgin of all virgins blest! 
 Listen to my fond request; 
 
 Let me share thy grief divine; 
 Let me, to my latest breath, 
 In my body bear the death 
 
 Of that dying Son of thine. 
 
 8 Holy mother! pierce me through; 
 In my heart each wound renew 
 
 Of my Saviour crucified: 
 Let me share with thee His pain, 
 Who for all my sins was slain, 
 
 Who for me in torments died. 
 
 9 Wounded with his every wound, 
 Steep my soul till it has swooned 
 
 In His very blood away. 
 While my body here decays, 
 May my soul thy goodness praise, 
 Safe in Paradise with thee. 
 
 THOU LOVING MAEEE OF MANKIND. 
 
 Air 120. 
 
 1 Thou loving Maker of mankind, 
 
 Before Thy throne we pray and weep; 
 O, strengthen us with grace divine, 
 Duly this sacred time to keep. 
 
GOOD FEED AT. IT 
 
 Great Judge of hearts, Thou dost discern 
 Our ills, and all our weakness know; 
 
 Again to Thee with tears we turn, 
 Again to ns Thy mercy show. 
 
 Much have we sinned; but we confess 
 Our guilt, and all oar faults deplore: 
 
 O, for the praise of Thy great Name, 
 Our fainting souls to health restore. 
 
 And grant us, while by fasts we strive 
 
 This mortal body to control, 
 To fast from all the food of sin, 
 
 And so to purify the soul. 
 
 Hear us, O Trinity thrice blest; 
 
 Sole Unity, to Thee we cry; 
 Vouchsafe us from these fasts below 
 
 To reap immortal fruit on high. 
 
 jesus CKUCIFIED. 
 
 Air 16. 
 
 1 O, comf and mourn with me awhile; 
 
 See, Mary calls us to her side; 
 Oli, 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 Seven times He spoke, seven words of love, 
 
 And all three hours his silence cried 
 For mercy on the souls of men: 
 Jeans, cur Love, is crucified! 
 
18 LENT. 
 
 4 Come, fake 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! 
 
 5 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! 
 
 6 O Love of God! O Sin of Man! 
 
 In this dread act your strength is tried; 
 And victory remains with love, 
 For He, our Love is crucified! 
 
 THE PASSIOtf. 
 
 Airs 17, 18, 1. 
 
 Cheistians who of Jesus' sorrows, 
 
 Come the doleful tale to hear, 
 See what streams of blood flow for us, 
 
 Blend, ah! blend at least a tear. 
 Lo! for sins our own devoted, 
 
 Bleeds the victim from on high, 
 By his suff'rings animated, 
 
 For him live and for him die. 
 
 In a lonely garden praying 
 
 Conflicts rude oppress His soul, 
 Fear and hope His soul assailing 
 
 Strive by turns His will to rule. 
 Now doth fear command imperious, 
 
 Now strong efforts love combines; 
 Love at length prevails victorious, 
 
 He to death Himself resigns. 
 
LENT. 1 I 
 
 3 Dooin'd to death new Isaac willing, 
 
 Loaded with the heavy tree, 
 In His heart oitr sins bewailing, 
 
 He ascends Mount Calvary. 
 Lo! His hands and feet are pierc'd thro. 
 
 On the bloody cross He lies; 
 Streams of vital blood How for you, 
 
 •Sinners He's your sacrifice. 
 
 4 Now behold the man of sorrows, 
 
 On the cross exalted high; 
 SufFring, bleeding, dying for us, 
 
 Now behold salvation nigh. 
 Satan our great foe lies vanquished, 
 
 Mary's seed has bruised his head; 
 Our redemption is accomplish' d, 
 
 Jesus has our ransom paid. 
 
 5 He expires in sad convulsions; 
 
 Nature comfortless bemoans: 
 Heaven and earth and all creation 
 
 Trembling echo doleful groans, 
 Ah! shall man a sight so wofui, 
 
 Yiew alone with tearless eye? 
 Grant, O Jesus! I may grateful, 
 
 With Thee mourn and with Thee die. 
 
 JESUS! JESUS! BEHOLD AT LE --TI 
 
 Air 19. 
 
 1 Jesus! Jesus! behold at length a time, 
 When I resolve to turn away from cr me. 
 Pardon me, Jesus! Thy mercy I iuipl >rfc 3 
 I never will offend Thee, 
 
 No, no, never more, 
 
 I never will offend Thee ! 
 
 No, no, never more! 
 
EASTEE. 
 
 2 Jesus ! my soul Thy precious blood hatli cost, 
 Suffer me not forever to be lost. 
 Pardon me, Jesus! Thy mercy I implore, 
 I never will offend Thee, 
 
 Xo, no, never more, 
 
 I never will offend Thee I 
 
 Xo, no, never more! 
 
 OHEIST THE LOED IS EISEN TO-DAY. 
 
 Airs 20, 22,33, 122. 
 
 1 Cheist the Lord is ris'n to-day; 
 Christians haste your vows to pay; 
 Offer ye your praises meet, 
 
 At the paschal Victim's feet. 
 For the sheep the Lamb hath bled, 
 Sinless in the sinner's stead; 
 Christ the Lord is ris'n on high, 
 Now He dies no more to die! 
 
 2 Christ the victim undefiled, 
 Man to God hath reconciled, 
 When in strange and awful strife, 
 Met together death and life. 
 Christians on this happy clay, 
 Haste with joy your vows to pay; 
 Christ the Lord is ris'n on high, 
 Now He Lives no more to die! 
 
 3 Christ who once for sinners bled, 
 Xow the first-bom from the dead, 
 Thron'd in endless might and pow'r, 
 Lives and reigns for ever more. 
 Hail, eternal hope on high! 
 
 Hail, Thou King of victory! 
 Hail, Thou Prince of life ador'd! 
 Help and save us. gracious Lord! 
 
BASTES. 21 
 
 4 Say, O wond'xing Mary, say, 
 
 AYhut thou sawest ou the way. 
 "I beheld where Christ had lain, 
 Empty tombs and angels twain; 
 I beheld the glory bright 
 Of the rising Lord of Light; 
 Christ my hope is ris'n again: 
 Now He lives, and lives to reign." 
 
 TO-DAY HE'S EISEff. 
 
 Air ah 
 
 1 To-day He's ris'n, death no more 
 
 Shall bind Him to the grave ; 
 No more can hell or sin's fell pow'r 
 
 O'er Him dominion ha\e. 
 He likened to our sinful form, 
 
 Once dcom'd himself to die, 
 That He by death might death o'ercome, 
 
 Its deadly sting destroy. 
 
 Ij : Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. : ]] 
 
 2 O death! where is thy mortal sting? 
 
 Where's now thy victory? 
 To-day His glorious j^raise we sing, 
 
 Who triumphed ever thee. 
 Not triumphed for Himself alone, 
 
 But by His mighty pow'r, 
 Taught us to triumph in our turn, 
 
 Nor dread thy terrors more, 
 
 ]]: Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. :|] 
 
 3 I know that my Eedeemer Jives, 
 
 And reigns above the skies; 
 He will revive my dust again, 
 And bid my body rise. 
 
EASTEB. 
 
 Then cloth'd in my own glorious flesh, 
 
 I shall behold His face, 
 That sweet hope in my bosom glows, 
 
 And cheers mv lingering days. 
 
 || : Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. : [[ 
 
 JESUS BISEK 
 
 Airs 24, 42, 53, 118. 
 
 All hail, dear Conqueror! all hail, 
 
 Oh, what a victor y is Thine ! 
 How beautiful Thy strength appears, 
 
 Thy crimson wounds how bright they 
 shine! 
 Thou earnest at the dawn of day: 
 
 Armies of souls around Thee were, 
 Blests spirits thronging to adore 
 
 Thy Flesh, so marvellous, so fair. 
 
 The everlasting Godhead lay 
 
 Shrouded within those Lambs Divine, 
 $or left untenanted one hour 
 
 That Sacred Human Heart of Thine. 
 They worshipped Thee, those ransomed 
 souls, 
 
 With the fresh strength of love set free; 
 Tliey worshipped joyously, and thought 
 
 Of Mary while they looked on Thee. 
 
 And Thou too, Soul of Jesus! Thou 
 
 Towards that sacred Flesh did yearn, 
 And for the beatings of that Heart 
 
 How ardently Thy love did bum! 
 Taey worshipped while the beauteous Soul 
 
 Paused by the Body's wounded Side: — 
 Bright flashed the cave — before them stood 
 
 The Living Jesus glorified. 
 
ASCENSION DAY. 23 
 
 Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts, 
 
 How sung the angelic choirs that day, 
 "When from His tomb the imprisoned God, 
 
 Like the strong sunrise broke away! 
 Down, down, all lofty things on earth, 
 
 And worship Him with joyous dread! 
 O Sin! Thou art undone by love! 
 
 O Death! thou art discomfltted! 
 
 HAIL THE HOLY DAY OF DAYS! 
 
 Airs 22, 30, 33, 122. 
 
 1 Hatjd! the holy day of days, 
 High the song of triumph raise, 
 To the Saviour glory tell, 
 
 How the cross hath vanquished helL 
 By the precious blood are we 
 Isow redeemed of Christ and free, 
 High thanksgiving therefore raise, 
 Sing the great Redeemer's praise. 
 
 2 Now the glorious victory won, 
 Thou the everlasting Son, 
 
 With the Father thron'd on high, 
 
 Eulest all below the sky. 
 
 King of kings, Thy saints unite 
 
 To the choir of angels bright, 
 
 Alleluia, Lord we sing, 
 
 Jesus Christ Redeemer King. 
 
 CUE LOED IS EISEN. 
 
 Airs 24, 42, 119. 
 
 1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, 
 Our Jesus is gone up on high, 
 The pow'rs of hell are captive led, 
 Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 
 
24 ASCENSION DAT. 
 
 Cho. Who is the King of glory? who? 
 
 The Lord that all his foes overcame, 
 The world, sin, death, and hell o'er- 
 
 threw, 
 And Jesns is the conqueror's name. 
 
 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chant the solemn lay; 
 Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
 Ye everlasting doors give way. 
 Who is the King, &c. 
 
 3 Loose all your bars of massive light, 
 
 And wide unfold th'etherial scene; 
 He claims these mansions as his right, 
 Receive the King of glory in. 
 Who is the King, &c. 
 
 THOU ETEENAL KING MOST HIGH. 
 
 Airs 13, 30, 46. 
 
 1 O Thou eternal King most high, 
 
 Who didst the world redeem; 
 And conquering death and hell, receive 
 
 A dignity supreme. 
 Thou to Thy heavenly throne this day 
 
 Didst in Thy might ascend; 
 Thenceforth to reign in sovereign power, 
 
 And glory without end. 
 
 2 There seated in Thy majesty, 
 
 To Thee submissive bow 
 The spacious earth, the highest heaven, 
 The depths of hell below. 
 
PENTECOST. 25 
 
 There, waiting for Thy faithful souls, 
 
 Be Thou to us, O Lord, 
 Our peerless joy while here we stay, 
 
 In Heav'n our great reward. 
 
 3 Renew our strength; our sins forgive; 
 
 Our miseries efface; 
 And lift our souls aloft to Thee, 
 
 By Thy celestial grace. 
 So, when Thou shinest on the cloud, 
 
 With Thy angelic train, 
 May we be saved from vengeance due, 
 
 And our lost crowns regain. 
 
 VENI CKEATOE SPIBITUS. 
 
 Airs 25, 153. 
 
 1 Veni Creator Spiritus 
 
 Mentes tuorum visita, 
 Imple superna gratia 
 Quae tu creasti pectora. 
 
 2 Qui diceris Paraclitus, 
 
 Altissimi donum Dei, 
 Fons vivus ignis chctritas, 
 Et Spiritalis unctio. 
 
 3 Tu septiformis munere, 
 
 Digitus Paternae dexter a?, 
 Tu rite promissum Patris 
 Sermone ditans guttura. 
 
 4 Accende lumen sensibus, 
 
 Infunde amorem coidibus 
 Infirma nostri corporis 
 Virtute firmans perpeti. 
 
26 PENTZCOST. 
 
 5 Hostem repellas longius, 
 
 Pacemque clones protinus; 
 Ductore sic te praevio, 
 Vitemus onine noxivmi. 
 
 6 Per te sciamus da Patrem, 
 
 Noscamus atque Filium, 
 
 Teque utriusque Spiritum 
 
 Credamus onini tempore. 
 
 7 Deo Patri sit gloria, 
 
 Ejusque soli Filio 
 Cum Spiritu Paraclito, 
 Nunc et per omne sseculum. Amen. 
 
 COME, HOLT GHOST. 
 
 Airs 26, 27. 
 
 1 Come, Holy Ghost, send down those beams, 
 Come, Holy Ghost, send down those beams, 
 Which sweetly flows in silent streams. 
 
 Prom Thy bright throne above. 
 
 2 O come Thou Father of the poor, 
 Thou bounteous source of all our store, 
 Come, warm our hearts with love divine, 
 Come, warm our hearts with love divine, 
 Thou bounteous source of all our store, 
 
 Come warm our hearts with love. 
 Come, Holy Ghost, &c. 
 
 3 Come, Thou of Comforters the best; 
 Come, Thou the soul's delightful guest; 
 Come, Thou the soul's delightful guest, 
 
 The pilgrim's sweet relief. 
 Come, Holy Ghost, &c. 
 
frnteoost. 27 
 
 4 Thou art our rest in toil and sweat, 
 Beireshinent in excessive heat; 
 Refreshment in excessive heat, 
 
 And solace in our grief. 
 Come, Holy Ghost, kc. 
 
 5 O sacred Light! shoot forth Thy darts; 
 O! pierce the centre of these hearts; 
 O! pierce the centre of these hearts, 
 
 Whose faith aspires to Thee. 
 Come, Holy Ghost, kc. 
 
 COME, HOLT GHOST, CREATOR BLEST. 
 
 1 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest, 
 And in our hearts take up Thy rest; 
 Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid, 
 
 :To rill the hearts which Thou hast made. : | 
 
 2 O Comforter, to Thee we cry; 
 
 Thou heavenly Gift of God Most High; 
 Thou Fount of life and Fire of love, 
 : And sweet anointing from above. : ]| 
 
 3 O Holy Ghost, thro' Thee alone, 
 Enow we the Father and the Son: 
 Be this our never-changing creed, 
 
 :Thac Thou dost from them both jDroceed. :| 
 
 <i Praise we the Father and the Son, 
 And Holy ith them One; 
 
 And may the Son on us bestow 
 '.The gifts that from the Spirit fl 
 
28 PENTECOST. 
 
 SEE THE PAEAOLETE DESCENDING. 
 
 Airs 29, 3, 78, 91, 130. 
 
 1 See the Paraclete descending, 
 
 Burning with celestial fire; 
 Grace and truth on Him attending, 
 Men with heav'nly love inspire. 
 
 Cho.— Let us Alleluia singing, 
 
 Offer Him our grateful lays, 
 He all heavenly graces bringing, 
 1 1 : Merits everlasting praise. : | j 
 
 2 Men in ev'ry danger fearing, 
 
 Now the greatest dangers scorn; 
 Midst the torments persevering, 
 
 Show themselves in Christ new-born. 
 Let us Alleluia, &c. 
 
 3 Source of love, our hearts inflaming 
 
 With true zeal and virtue pure; 
 Grant we may in Heaven reigning, 
 Sing Thy praise for evermore. 
 Let us Alleluia, &c. 
 
 TRINITY SUNDAY. 
 
 HAVE MEEOY ON US, GOD MOST HIGH. 
 
 Air 30. 
 
 1 Have mercy on us, God Most High! 
 
 Who lift our hearts to Thee, 
 
 Have mercy on us worms of earth, 
 
 Most Holy Trinity! 
 Most ancient of all mysteries, 
 Before Thy throne we lie; 
 || : Have mercv now, most merciful, 
 Most Holy Trinity!: || 
 
TRINITY SUNDAY. 29 
 
 2 When Heavn and earth were yet unmade, 
 
 When time was yet unknown, 
 Thou in Thy bliss and majesty, 
 
 Didst live and love alone! 
 Thou wert not born, there was no fount 
 From which Thy Being flowed; 
 || : There is no end which Thou canst reach, 
 But Thou art simply God. : || 
 
 3 O! listen then most Pitiful! 
 
 To Thy poor creature's heart, 
 It blesses Thee that Thou art God, 
 
 That Thou art what Thou art! 
 Most ancient of all mysteries, 
 
 Still at Thy feet we lie; 
 || : Have mercy now, most merciful, 
 
 Most Holy Trinity!: || 
 
 THOU IMMOETAL LIGHT DIVINE. 
 
 Air 28. 
 
 1 O Thou immortal Light divine, 
 
 Dread Trinity in Unity, 
 Almighty One, Almighty Trine, 
 || : Give ear to Thy creation's cry.:|| 
 
 2 Father, in majesty enthron'd, 
 
 Thee we confess, with Thy dear Son; 
 Thee, Holy Ghost, eternal Bond 
 || : Of love, uniting Both in One. : || 
 
 3 Three Persons, One Immensity, 
 
 Enchiing utmost space and time; 
 One Greatness, Glory, Sanctity, 
 || : One everlasing Truth sublime. : || 
 
30 CORPUS CHRISTI. 
 
 4: Thou solely didst tlio worlds create, 
 Subsisting still by Thy decree; 
 Thou art the light, the glory gi eat, 
 || : And prize of all who hope in Theo. : || 
 
 5 O Lord, most holy, wise, and just, 
 
 Author of nature, God of grace; 
 Grant that as now in Thee we trust, 
 || : So we may see Thee face to face. : || 
 
 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 Triunal Lord of earth and Heaven, 
 From earth and from the heavenly host 
 || : Be sempiternal glory given. : || 
 
 LAUDA SlOtf. 
 
 Air 31. 
 
 1 LaudA Sion Salvatorem, 
 Lauda Ducem et Pastorem, 
 
 In hymnis et canticis. 
 Quantum potes tantum aude; 
 Quia major omni laude, 
 || : Nee laud are sufficis. : j 
 
 2 Laudis thema specialis, 
 Panis vivus et vitalis 
 
 Hodie proponitur. 
 Quern in sacrse mensa ccense, 
 Turbse fratum duodense, 
 || : Datum non ambigitur. : !| 
 
 3 Sit laus plena sit sonora, 
 Sit jucunda, sit decora, 
 
 Mentis jubilatio. 
 
BLESSED SACRAMENT. 31 
 
 Dies enini solemnis agitur 
 
 In qua inensse prima recolitur, 
 
 || : Hujus institutio. : || 
 
 Ecce panis angelorum, 
 Factus cibus viatorum, 
 
 Yere panis filiorum. 
 In figuris prresignatur, 
 Cuni Isaac immolatur, 
 
 Agnus paschse deputatur, 
 
 Datur manna patribus. 
 
 JESUS, MT LOED, MY GOD. 
 
 Airs 32, 24, 119. 
 
 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? 
 
 Cho.— Sweet Sacrament! we Thee adore, 
 
 O make us love Thee more and more, 
 O make us love Thee more and more. 
 
 2 Had I but Mary's sinless "'aeart 
 
 To love Thee with, my dearest King, 
 O with what bursts of fervent praise 
 Thy goodness Jesus, would I sing! 
 Sweet Sacrament! &c. 
 
 3 O see! within a creature's hand 
 
 The vast Creator deigns to be, 
 Reposing, infant-like, as though 
 On Joseph's arm, on Mary's knee! 
 Sweet Sacrament! &c. 
 
32 BLESSED SACEAMENT. 
 
 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! &c. 
 
 5 Sound, sound His praises higher still, 
 
 And come, ve Angels, to our aid, 
 'Tis God! 'tis^God! the very God, 
 Whose pow'r both man and angels 
 made ! 
 Sweet Sacrament! &c. 
 
 6 O earth, grow flow'rs beneath His feet, 
 
 And thou, O sun, shine bright this day! 
 He conies! He comes! O Heav'n on earth! 
 Our Jesus comes upon His way! 
 Sweet Sacrament! &c. 
 
 SING, MY TONGUE, THE SAVIOUK'S GLOEY. 
 
 Airs 47, 167. 
 
 1 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, 
 
 Of His Flesh the mystery sing; 
 Of the Blood, all price exceeding, 
 
 Shed by our immortal King, 
 Destin'd, for the world's redemption, 
 
 From a noble womb to spring. . 
 
 2 Of a pure and spotless Virgin 
 
 Born for us on earth below, 
 He, as Man with man conversing, 
 
 Stay'd, the seeds of truth to sow; 
 Then he closed with solemn order 
 
 "Wondrously His life of woe. 
 
B.j. S.JED SACRAMENT. 33 
 
 3 On the night of tha': Last Supper, 
 Seated with His chosen band, 
 
 He, the paschal victim eating, 
 First fulfills the Law's command; 
 
 Then as Food to all His brethren 
 Gives Himself with His own hand. 
 
 4: Word made Flesh, the bread of nature 
 By His word to Flesh He turns; 
 
 Wine into His Blood He changes: — 
 What though sense no change discerns? 
 
 Only be the heart in earnest, 
 Faith her lesson quickly learns. 
 
 5 Down in adoration falling. 
 
 Lo, the sacred Host we hail; 
 Lo, o'er ancient forms departing, 
 
 Newer rites of grace prevail; 
 Faith for all defects supplying, 
 
 Where the feeble senses fail 
 
 G To the everlasting Father, 
 
 And the Son who reigns on high, 
 
 With the Holy Ghost proceeding 
 Forth from Each eternally, 
 
 Be salvation, honor, blessing, 
 Might and endless majesty. 
 
 PANGE LINGUA GLOBIOSI. 
 
 Airs 47, 167. 
 
 1 Pange lingua gloriosi 
 Corporis mysterium, 
 Sanguinisque pretiosi 
 
 Quern in mundi pretium 
 Fructus ventris generosi; 
 Hex efiudit gentium. 
 
34: BLESSED SACRAMENT. 
 
 2 Nobis datus, nobis natus 
 
 Ex intacta Virgine, 
 Et in mundo conversatus, 
 
 Sparso verbi semine, 
 Sni moras incolatus 
 
 Miro clausit ordine. 
 
 3 In supremae nocte coenae 
 
 Recumbens cum fratribus, 
 Observata lege plene 
 
 Cibis in legalibus, 
 Cibum turbae duodenae 
 
 Se dat suis manibus. 
 
 4 Verbum caro panem verum 
 
 Verbo carnem efficit: 
 Eitque sanguis Cliristi niernm, 
 
 Et si sensus deficit,' 
 Ad firman dum cor cincerum 
 
 Sola fides sufficit. 
 
 5 Tan turn ergo Sacramcntum 
 
 Veneremur cernui; 
 Et antiquum documentum 
 
 Novo cedat ritui: 
 Praestet fides supplementum 
 
 Sensuum defectui. 
 
 6 Genitori, Genitoque 
 
 Laus et jubilatio, 
 Salus, honor, virtus quoque, 
 
 Sit et benedictio: 
 Procedenti ab utroque 
 
 Compar sit laudatio. 
 
 V. Panem de caelo praestitisti eis. 
 
 R. Omne delectamentum l in se habentem. 
 
BLESSED SACRAMENT. 35 
 
 WHEN OUR SAVIOUR WISHED TO PEOVE. 
 
 33, 20, I22L 
 
 1 Wh^n* our Saviour wished to prove 
 All the fullness of His love, 
 
 He gave us, ere life was spent, 
 The thrice Holy Sacrament. 
 It is here His burning heart 
 "Would to all its names impart: 
 Thus He speaks with love divine, 
 (1 : Give me, oh give me that heart of thine. : | 
 
 2 "When the dark and stormy night 
 Fills the soul with wild anxight; 
 From the cloudlet where He hides 
 Soon a ray of comfort gK 
 
 "Where the tear of mis'ry falls, 
 "Where the voice of sorrow calls; 
 D He speaks with love divine, 
 ne, oh give me that heart of thi: 
 
 3 Can the Saint's ecstatic night. 
 
 _ the winged Seraph's might, 
 To their Lord approach more near 
 Than do we poor sinners here? 
 God Himself we here receive, 
 Nobler gift He cannot give; 
 Ye: He breathes with love divine, 
 •i : Give me, oh give me that heart of thine. : [| 
 
 JESUS! SAVIOUR OF MY SOUL, 
 
 34. 
 
 1 Jesus! Saviour of my soul, 
 Let me to Thy refuge fly, 
 "While the nearer waters roll, 
 "While the temnest still is nigh. 
 
BEFOBE COIOTUNIOH. 
 
 —Hide me, my Saviour, hide 
 Till the storm of life is past; 
 Safe into Thy haven guide, 
 O receive my soul at last. 
 Cho. — Jesus: Saviour of my soul, 
 Let me to Thy refuge fly; 
 Ave. Ave. Jesus mild. 
 Deign to hear Thy lowly child. 
 
 '2 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on Thee, 
 Leave, oh leave me not alone, 
 Still support and strengthen me. 
 Solo. — Hide me, &e. 
 
 3 All my trust in Thee is stayed, 
 All my help from Thee I bring; 
 Cover my defenceless head, 
 With the cover of Thy wing. 
 Solo. — Hide me, kc. 
 
 ASPIEATIONS BEPOEE COMMUNION, 
 
 Air 35. 
 
 1 Sorx of my Saviour, sanctify my breast ; 
 Thy blessed body be mv saving Guest. 
 Blood of my Jesus, bathe me in Thv tide, 
 
 : Wash me, ye waters, streaming from His 
 side. : 
 
 2 O Cross! O Death of Jesus, soothe mv fears; 
 Jesus. O hear my sighs, regard my tears! 
 O, hide me in Thv wounds, there may I stay, 
 
 : And never, never more be turned away. : || 
 
BEFORE COMMUNION. 37 
 
 3 Save me, O save me from my deadly loe! 
 Call me at death from off my bed of woe! 
 And take me to Thy arms to hymn Thy 
 praise, 
 II : Among Thy Saints in heaven thro' endless 
 days. : || 
 
 CAN IT BE THAT MY GOD, 
 
 Airs 36, 37. 
 
 L Can it be that my God 
 
 Comes down from Heaven. 
 
 Makes my poor heart His abode, 
 To me is given! 
 
 Yes, yes, within my breast 
 
 Soon shall my Jesus rest, 
 
 Soon shall He be my guest, 
 Nor thence be driven! 
 
 I No, no, my bleeding heart, 
 
 Leave Thee! no never, 
 Never more shall He depart, 
 
 What can us sever? 
 No, no, I hear Him say, 
 With my beloved I'll stay, 
 My love shall ne'er decay, 
 
 But last for ever. 
 
 3 Then O my Jesus come, 
 
 Come to this dwelling, 
 Make my poor heart now Thy home, 
 
 Make Thine each feeling. 
 Still, still my blessed God, 
 Feed me with this sweet food, 
 Still with Thy sacred blood, 
 
 All my wounds healing. 
 
38 BEFORE COMMUNION. 
 
 4 What save my God above, 
 
 Have I in Heaven? 
 And what to win my love, 
 
 Can here be given? 
 Then, then my happy soul, 
 Thou shalt alone control; 
 Thou shalt possess the whole, 
 
 To Thee still cleaving. 
 
 5 O, for such love as this, 
 
 What now returning^ 
 What shall return such bliss, 
 
 But a heart burning? 
 Burning with flames of love 
 Till with my God above, 
 His endless joys I prove, 
 
 With Him sojourning. 
 
 POWEK DIVINE! OHAEITT! 
 
 Air 38. 
 
 1 O fower divine! O charity! 
 
 Heav'n's choicest blessings wait on Thee, 
 In Thee the source of ev'ry grace, 
 In Thee the soothing balm of peace. 
 Celestial gift! O heav'nly fire, 
 That burns up each corrupt desire, 
 That made the martyrs smile at death, 
 And in sweet raptures yield their breath. 
 
 2 O come to me, my bosom warm, 
 
 And shield me from surrounding harm; 
 So may I at the parting hour, 
 Bejoice to meet death's fatal pow'r. 
 
APTEU COMMUNION. 39 
 
 My soul well fortified by Thee, 
 Triumphant gains eternity; 
 By sweet attraction drawn above, 
 Absorbed, and lost in heav'nly love. 
 
 WHAT HAPPINESS CAN EQUAL MINE ? 
 
 Air 39. 
 
 1 What happiness can equal mine? 
 
 I've found the object of my love: 
 My Jesus dear, my King Divine, 
 
 Is come to me from heav'n above; 
 He chose my heart for His abode, 
 
 He there becomes my daily bread; 
 There on me flows His healing blood; 
 
 There with His flesh my soul is fed. 
 
 Cho. — What happiness can equal mine? 
 I've found the object of my love! 
 My Jesus dear, my King Divine, 
 Is come to me from heav'n above. 
 
 2 I am my love's, and He is mine: 
 
 In me He dwells, in Him I live; 
 W T hat greater treasures could I find? 
 
 And could, ye heav'ns, a greater give? 
 O sacred banquet, heav'nly feast! 
 
 O overflowing source of grace, 
 Where God the food, and man, the guest, 
 
 Meet and unite in sweet embrace! 
 What happiness, &c. 
 
 3 Ye angels, lend your heav'nly tongue, 
 
 Come and with me in praises join; 
 Come and unite in joyful songs, 
 Your sweet, immortal voice to mine. 
 
40 AFTER COMMUNION. 
 
 Oh, that I had your burning hearts, 
 To love my God, my spouse most dear! 
 
 Oh, that He would with flaming darts 
 Raise in my heart a heav'nly fire. 
 What happiness, &c. 
 
 4 Dear Jesus! now my heart is Thine; 
 Oh, may it from Thee never fly! 
 Hold it with chains of love divine, 
 
 Make it be Thine eternally. 
 Vain objects that seduced my soul, 
 
 I now despise your fleeting charms : 
 In vain temptation's billows roll, 
 I lie secure in Jesus' arms. 
 What happiness, &c. 
 
 MY SOUL, WHAT DOST THOTI? 
 
 Airs SO, 85. 
 
 My soul, what dost thou? Answer me, 
 
 Love God, who loves thee well: 
 Love only does He ask of thee; 
 
 Oan'st thou His love repel? 
 See how on earth, for love of thee, 
 
 In lowly form of bread. 
 The Sovereign Good and Majesty 
 
 His dwelling-place has made. 
 
 He bids thee now His friendship prove, 
 
 And at His table eat; 
 To share the bread of life and love. 
 
 His own true flesh thy meat. 
 What other gift so great, so high, 
 
 Could God Himself impart ? 
 Could love divine do more to buy 
 
 The love of thy poor heart ? 
 
APT^R OOMHUKIOX. 11 
 
 3 Though once in agonies of pain 
 
 Upon the Cross He died, 
 A love so great, not even then 
 
 Was wholly satisried; 
 Not till the hour when He had found 
 
 The sweet mysterious way 
 To join Has heart in closest bond 
 
 To thy poor heart of clay. 
 
 ■4 How, then, amid such ardent flame, 
 
 My soul, dost thou not burn? 
 Canst thou refuse for very shame 
 
 A loving heart's return? 
 Then yield thy heart at length to love 
 
 That God of charity, 
 Who gives His very Self to prove 
 
 The love He bears to thee! 
 
 PBESEEVE, MY JESUS, PEESEEYE. 
 
 Mrs-iQ, 119, 125. 
 
 1 Preserve, my Jesus, O preserve 
 
 My soul to everlasting life, 
 O may this blest Communion serve, 
 To aid my soul in passion's strife. 
 
 Cho. — Oh may Thy body, may Thy blood 
 Be to my soul a saving food. 
 
 2 Take then my thoughts from all but Thee, 
 
 To Thee may every imp ilse tend 
 May piety increase, and pray'r 
 
 Mine ev'ry thought, word, action share 
 
 Cho. — The gift of love my sole request — 
 
 Thou. God of love! wilt grant the rest, 
 
4.2 AFTER COMMUNION. 
 
 3 And Thou, eternal Godhead! see 
 
 The Son beloved, once giv'n for me; 
 See my Kedeemer now the guest 
 Of this poor lonely, honored breast. 
 
 Cho. — See, see thy Jesus, Him I bring, 
 Accept, accept mine offering. 
 
 JESUS, GENTLEST SAVIOUB. 
 
 Airs 41 ,72. 
 
 1 Jesus, gentlest Saviour! 
 
 God of might and power; 
 Thou Thyself art dwelling, 
 
 In us at this hour. 
 Nature cannot hold Thee, 
 
 Heav'n is all too strait 
 || : For Thine endless glory, 
 
 And Thy royal state. : || 
 
 2 Out beyond the shining 
 
 Of the farthest star, 
 Thou art ever stretching 
 
 Infinitely far. 
 Yet the hearts of children, 
 
 Hold what worlds cannot, 
 || : And the God of wonders, 
 
 Loves the lowly spot. : || 
 
 3 Oh! how can we thank Thee 
 
 For a gift like this, 
 Gift that truly maketh 
 Heaven's eternal bliss! 
 
atte:; communion. 43 
 
 Ah! when wilt Thou always 
 Make our hearts Thy home? 
 ||:We must wait for Heaven, 
 Then the day will come. : || 
 
 4 Now at last well keep Thee, 
 All the time we may, 
 But Thy grace and blessing, 
 
 We will keep always. 
 When our hearts Thou leavest 
 Worthless tho' thev be, 
 I;: Give them to Thv Mother 
 To be kept for Thee.: || 
 
 COMMUNION OP CHILDEEN. 
 
 Airs 4-2. 21, 53 ; 118, 119. 
 
 1 What light is sti-eaming from the skies. 
 Revealing heaven to mortal eyes.. 
 What voice is singing from the spheres, 
 Angelic hymns to mortal ears? 
 O holiest mystery of love! 
 From his resplendent throne above. 
 The Saviour comes unseen to dwell, 
 Among the souls He loveth well. 
 
 '2 He cometh not in fiery cloud, 
 He speaketh not in thunder loud; 
 He looseth not the storm-wind's breath, 
 To frighten men with fear of death. 
 But as He is in heaven above, 
 He comes in beauty and in love, 
 To fill with sweetest peace, and cheer 
 The hearts ELls own heart holds so dear. 
 
44 AFTER C01MUSTE0X. 
 
 3 Yoiir soul mo -now. 
 When to the mystic feast 
 
 The: —0 heave:/. 
 
 lie Saviouj 
 You will 
 
 A rlood of joy shall fill your brea 
 All earthly cares shall fade away. 
 As nigh: before the approach of 
 
 4 The bread of angels will impart 
 
 r mind and hear ; 
 You will become a child of truth, 
 End . [ uth. 
 
 New virtues in you shall abound, 
 Like flowers oi spring in goodly ground; 
 The with you! His: 
 
 Shall guard your fatal in harm. 
 
 5 happy soul.. happy b 
 
 Thy race is sore and heaven the goal; 
 
 Thy Saviour loveth thee so T 
 
 The: he is e : 
 
 O thou art lii 
 
 Cloud nc I 
 
 Live on in hope an 
 
 And God will give his heaven to : 
 
 HYMN TOE THE FIRST COMMOTION. 
 
 At US. 119. 
 
 1 My Jesus from His throne al 
 
 A radiant look casts down on me; 
 An I with fondest k < 
 
 •• My spare, I g : 
 
SACRED HEART 0? JBSU3. 45 
 
 Then, Saviour come, do not delay, 
 Descend with speed from Heav n above, 
 
 And on this great and glorious day, 
 Consume my heart with Thy pure love. 
 
 2 Thy words, sweet Lord, ring in my ear, 
 
 As strains of softest melody; 
 They raise my hope, they calm my fear, 
 
 And make me long t' approach to Thee. 
 Behold me, Lord, beneath this dome, 
 
 And at this great and solemn hour, 
 Imploring Thee to make Thy home, 
 
 Within my young heart's nuptial bower. 
 
 3 As for the cool and limpid stream, 
 
 The hart doth pant incessantly; 
 So, dearest Lord, with love supreme, 
 
 ~yiy soul breathes forth her sighs to Tnee. 
 O deign to hear ra~ suppliant prayer, 
 
 come, allay my parching thirst: 
 No worldly love, no earthly care, 
 
 Within my youthful heart is nursed. 
 
 1 My voice I'll blend with Heav'n's sweet choir, 
 In hymns of mellow symphony, 
 
 To fitly praise my Heav'nly sire, 
 
 Who deigns to come and dwell with me. 
 
 From this day hence my Lord divine, 
 
 1 consecrate myself to Thee; 
 O mav I be forever Thine, 
 
 In time and in eternity. 
 
 ALL YE WHO SEEK A SuEE EELIEP. 
 
 Air 43. 
 
 1 Ai/l ye who seek a sure relief, 
 In trouble or distress, 
 Whatever sorrows vex the mind, 
 Or guilt the soul oppress. 
 
46 SACBED HEAUT OF JESUS. 
 
 Oho. — 1| : Jesus who gave Himself for you, 
 Upon the cross to die, 
 Opens to you His sacred Heart; 
 Oh! to that heart draw nigh. : || 
 
 2 Ye hear how kindly He invites, 
 
 Ye hear His words so blest: 
 " All ye that labor, come to me, 
 And I will give you rest." 
 || : Jesus who gave, &c. : || 
 
 3 "What meeker than the Saviour's Heart, 
 
 As on the cross He lay? 
 It did His murderers forgive, 
 And for their pardon pray. 
 || : Jesus who gave, &c. : || 
 
 4: O Heart! thou joy of saints on high! 
 Thou hope of sinners here! 
 Attracted by those loving words, 
 To Thee I lift my pray'r. 
 || : Jesus who gave, &c. : || 
 
 5 Wash Thou my wound in that deer 
 Blood, 
 "Which forth from Thee did flow; 
 New grace, new hope inspire; a new 
 And better heart bestow. 
 || : Jesus who gave, &c. : || 
 
 JESUS, JESUS, DEAEEST LOKD. 
 
 Airs 44, 18, 85, 132. 
 
 1 O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord, 
 
 Forgive me if I say, 
 For very love, Thy sacred Name, 
 A thousand times a day. 
 
SACRED HEABT OF JESUS. 47 
 
 I love Thee so, I know not how 
 
 My transports to control; 
 Thy love is like a burning fire, 
 
 Within my very soul. 
 
 2 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. 
 The craft of this wide world of ours, 
 
 Poor wisdom seems to me; 
 Ah! dearest Jesus, I have grown 
 
 Childish with love of Thee. 
 
 3 For Thou to me art all in all, 
 
 My honor and my wealth, 
 My heart's desire, my body's strength, 
 
 My soul's eternal health. 
 Burn, burn, O love, within my heart, 
 
 Burn fiercely night and day; 
 Till all the dross of earthly love 
 
 Is burned and burned away. 
 
 4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief, 
 
 O Heav'n begun on earth! 
 Jesus ! my Love ! my treasure ! who 
 
 Can tell what Thou art worth? 
 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord, 
 
 What art Thou not to me? 
 . Each hour brings joys before unknown, 
 
 Each day new liberty. 
 
 5 What limit is there to thee, love? 
 
 Thy flight where wilt thou stay? 
 On, on! our Lord is sweeter far 
 To-day than yesterday. 
 
SACRED HEART Or JESTJo 
 
 O lovo of Jesus! blessed love! 
 
 So will it ever be; 
 Time cannot hold thywonclrousp;rowih, 
 
 No, nor eternity. 
 
 TO JESUS' HEAET ALL BURNING. 
 
 Air 45. 
 
 1 To Jesus' Heart, all burning, 
 
 With fervent love for men, 
 
 My heart with fondest yearning 
 
 Shall raise the joyful strain. 
 
 Cho. — While ages course along, 
 
 Blest be with loudest song 
 The sacred Heart of Jesus, 
 By every heart and tongue. 
 
 2 O Heart for me on fire, 
 
 With love no man can speak, 
 My yet untold desire, 
 
 God gives me for Thy sake. 
 While ages, &c. 
 
 3 Too true I have forsaken 
 
 Thy flock by willful sin; 
 Yet now let me be taken 
 Back to Thy fold again . 
 While ages, &c. 
 
 4 As Thou art meek and lowly, 
 
 And ever pure of heart, 
 So may my heart be wholly 
 Of Thine the counterpart. 
 While ages, &c. 
 
SACKED HEAUT OF JESUS. 49 
 
 C O tliat to me were given 
 The pinions of a dove, 
 I'd speed aloft to heaven 
 My Jesus' love to prove. 
 While ages, &c. 
 
 G When life away is flying, 
 
 And earth's false glare is done, 
 Still sacred Heart, in dying, 
 I'll say I'm all Thine own 
 While ages, &c. 
 
 I DWELL A CAPTIVE IE THIS HEAET. 
 
 Airs 46, 13, 30. 
 
 1 I BWEiiii a captive in this Heart 
 
 Inflamed with love divine; 
 'Tis here I live alone in peace, 
 
 And constant joy is mine. 
 It is the Heart of God's own Son, 
 
 In His humanity, 
 Who all enamored of my soul, 
 
 Here burns with love of me. 
 
 2 Here like the dove within the Ark, 
 
 Securely I repose; 
 Since now the Lord is my defence, 
 
 I fear no earthly foes. 
 What though I suffer, still in love 
 
 I ever true will be; 
 My love of God shall deeper grow, 
 
 When crosses fall on me. 
 
 3 From every bond of earth, O Lord, 
 
 Thy grace hath set me free; 
 My soul delivered from the snare 
 Enjoys true liberty. 
 
50 SACEKD HEAKT OF MABT. 
 
 Nought more can I desire than this, 
 To see Thy face in Heav'n; 
 
 And this I hope since He on earth 
 His Heart in pledge hath giv'n. 
 
 HEABT OF MAET, HEAET THE PTJKEST. 
 
 Airs 47, 55, 77. 
 
 1 Heaet of Mary, heart the purest, 
 
 Ever shrined in mortal frame; 
 || : Blest asylum who securest, 
 
 All who thy protection claim. : || 
 
 2 Hear the prayer of one whose weakness, 
 
 Most demands a mother's care; 
 
 || : One to whom thy looks, all meekness, 
 
 Counsel hope, forbid despair. : || 
 
 3 Bound me tempests gath'ring lower, 
 
 As I tread life's desert way; 
 [| : And a foe in matchless power, 
 
 Marks me for his destined prey. : || 
 
 4 To somo spot where ne'er might hover, 
 
 Danger's shadow I would flee; 
 || : But, ah ! where that spot discover, 
 Y/here, ah! Mary, but in thee. : || 
 
 LOVED HEAET, ALL MILD, ALL MEEK. 
 
 Airs 48, 49. 
 
 1 Loved heart, all mild, all meek, all tender, 
 The centre of our soul's repose, 
 Blest he who basks within Thy splendor, 
 Whence rest with light unceasing flows. 
 
SACRED HEART OF MARY. 51 
 
 Chorus. 
 Blest he who in thy heart confiding, 
 
 Brings thee the homage of Ins lays, 
 Who wealth, and fame, and pomp deriding, 
 || : Deems serving thee his highest praise. : || 
 
 Solo. 
 
 2 The skies with dazzling glory beaming, 
 
 Before thy heart's bright lustre pale, 
 The sun with peerless splendor gleaming, 
 
 By thee seems covered with a veil; 
 Chohus. 
 Haste on, O Virgin, never falter, 
 
 Bring thou thy ofFring to His shrine, 
 More grateful gift ne'er graced God's altar, 
 || : Than that unsullied heart of thine. . || 
 
 Solo. 
 
 3 'Tis there thy docile heart submitting, 
 
 Unto the word of His decree, 
 A dwelling, an abode is fitting, 
 
 To Christ's divine humanity; 
 Chorus. 
 How passing sweet and how inviting, 
 
 The union of those hearts divine, 
 When Mary's heart with Christ's uniting, 
 ||: Two hearts were won and both were mine.: I| 
 
 Solo. 
 
 4 O heart of Mary, all so tender, 
 
 Heart full of bounty and of grace, 
 Illume us with thy heart's bright splendor, 
 
 Have pity on our blinded race. 
 Chorus. 
 Be thou our hope, our strength for ever, 
 
 And screen us with thy grace for aye; 
 And, oh! when death life's thread will sever, 
 || : Assist us, Mother! on that day. : || 
 
52 SACKED HEAET OF MARY. 
 
 OH! HOW THE HEAET OP MAET BUBNS. 
 
 Airs 50, 42, 118. 
 
 1 Oh! how the heart of Mary burns, 
 Untired, unchanged, in love, it burns 
 With ceaseless breathings of desire, 
 Tow'rds Jesus' Heart its sacred fire. 
 Heart of the best of mothers! hear, 
 The voice of thy poor suppliant's pray'r, 
 Grant to our hearts, O Heart divine, 
 Some portion of that love of thine. 
 
 2 O Mary! be this Heart our stay, 
 Till death shall call our souls away 
 From this frail dust; then, ere we part, 
 Hide us, O Mary in Thy Heart. 
 
 Thro' that pure Heart where thou didst dwell, 
 That Heart that loved thine own so well, 
 May all their meed of homage send 
 To thee for ages without end. 
 
 HYMNS TO THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 ON THIS DAY, BEAUTIFUL MOTHEE. 
 
 Month of May. 
 
 Air 51. 
 
 Cho. — On this day, O beautiful Mother, 
 
 On this day we give thee our love. 
 
 Near thee, Madonna, fondly we hover, 
 
 Trusting thy gentle care to prove. 
 
 Solo. -On this day we ask to share, 
 
 Dearest Mother, thy sweet care; 
 Aid us ere our feet astray, 
 Wander from thy guiding way. 
 Cho. — On this day, &c. 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 53 
 
 2 Queen of angels, deign to hear, 
 Lisping children's humble pray'r; 
 Young hearts gain, Virgin pure, 
 Sweetly to thyself allure. 
 
 Cho. — On this day, &c. 
 
 3 Rose of Sharon, lovely flow'r, 
 Beauteous bud of Eden's bow'r; 
 Cherished lily of the vale, 
 Virgin Mother, Queen we hail. 
 
 Cho. — On this day, &c. 
 
 4 In vain the flow'rs of love we bring, 
 In vain sweet music's notes we sing, 
 If contrite heart and lowly prayer, 
 Guide not our gifts to thy bright 
 
 sphere. 
 Cho. — On this day, &c. 
 
 5 Fast our days of life we run, 
 Soon the night of death will come; 
 Tower of strength in that dread hour, 
 Come with all thy gentle power. 
 
 Cho. — On this day, &c. 
 
 THE MONTH OF MAEY. 
 
 Airs 41, 72. 
 
 1 Snow and rain have vanished, 
 
 Winds have ceased to wail, 
 Gloomy winter's banished 
 
 From the hill and dale. 
 Gentle Mother hear us, 
 
 At thy altar pray, 
 Queen of Saints, be near us 
 
 On this sweet May-day. 
 
54 THE MOST BLESSED VTRGIX. 
 
 2 Spring hath come with flowers, 
 
 Spring hath come with light, 
 Sof o and rosy hours 
 
 Fill the day and night. 
 Stars above us gleaming, 
 
 Tell of Mary's worth, 
 Blossoms 'round us teeming, 
 
 Speak her praise to earth. 
 
 3 Here below deserving 
 
 She was found alone, 
 God from sin preserving. 
 
 Chose her for His own. 
 Grace as to none other, 
 
 Grace to her was given, 
 She became the mother 
 
 Of the King of heaven. 
 
 4 God bestowed upon her 
 
 Glories all her own: 
 Earth's sublimest honor, 
 
 Heaven's queenly throne. 
 Taught by Him we love her, 
 
 In our simple way, 
 Placing none above her 
 
 On this sweet May- day. 
 
 'TIS THE MONTH OP OUE MOTHEE. 
 
 Air 52. 
 
 1 'Tis the month of our Mother, 
 The blessed and beautiful days, 
 When our lips and our spirits 
 
 Are glowing with love and with praise. 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VLRGIN. I 
 
 Cho. — All hail! to dear Mary, 
 
 The guardian of our way, 
 To the fairest of Queens, 
 Be the fairest of seasons, sweet May. 
 
 2 Oh! what peace to her children, 
 
 'Mid sorrow and trials to know, 
 That the love of their Mother 
 Hath ever a solace for woe. 
 All hail! &c. 
 
 3 And what joy to the erring, 
 
 The sinful and sorrowful soul; 
 That a trust in her guidance 
 Will lead to a glorious goaL 
 AH hail! &c. 
 
 4 Let us sing then, rejoicing, 
 
 That God hath so honor'd our race, 
 As to clothe with our nature, 
 
 Sweet Mary the Mother of grace. 
 All hail! &c. 
 
 JOY OF MY HEAET, 
 
 Month of May. 
 Air 53. 
 
 1 Joy of my heart! O let me pay 
 
 To thee thine own sweet month of May. 
 Mary! one gift I beg of thee, 
 My soul from sin and sorrow free. 
 Direct my wand 'ring feet aright, 
 And be thyself mine own true light. 
 
 Chobtjs. 
 
 Be love of thee the purging fire, 
 
 To cleanse for God my heart's desire, 
 
56 TEGS MOST BHESSED VIRGIN". 
 
 2 Mary make haste thy child to win 
 From siii and from the love of sin; 
 Mother of God I let my poor love, 
 A mother's prayer and pity move. 
 O Mary, "when I come to die, 
 
 Be thou, thy spouse, and Jesus nigh. 
 
 Chorus. 
 When mute before the Judge I stand, 
 My holy shield be Mary's hand, 
 Oh! Mary! let no child of thine, 
 In hell's eternal exile pine. 
 
 3 Sweet Day-Star, let thy beauty be 
 A light to draw my soul to thee; 
 We love thee, light of sinner *s eyes: 
 
 let thy prayer for sinner's rise. 
 Look at us, Mother Mary! see. 
 How piteously we look on thee. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 1 am thy slave, nor would I be 
 
 For worlds from this sweet bondage free; 
 Oh! Jesus, Joseph, Mary, deign 
 My soul in heav'nly ways to train. 
 
 4 Be love of thee, my whole life long, 
 A seal upon my wayward tongue. 
 Write on my heart's most secret core 
 The ^ve dear wounds that Jesus bore. 
 O give me tears to shed with thee, 
 Beneath the Cross of Calvary. 
 
 Chorus. 
 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. 
 
KAIL, TUGIM, VLAKE8T MAKY. 
 
 Solo. — H 
 
 O apotleaa biesaed La<-. 
 
 Cho 
 
 H&H, Virsir. 
 Oaex — Well gtfher fr e^. 1m 
 
 From gay mkI verdaal 
 
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58 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 Cho. — See, sweet Mary, on thy altars, 
 Bloom the fairest buds of May; 
 || : O may we, earth's sons and daughters, 
 Grow, by grace, as pure as they. : || 
 
 2 Earth is darksome, we are weary, 
 
 Satan setteth snares for all; 
 Pray for us, O tender Mary ! 
 Pray to Jesus, lest we fall. 
 See, sweet Mary, &c. 
 
 3 Raise thy voice for us to Jesus, 
 
 In this blessed month of thine ; 
 Baise thy pure hands up to bless us, 
 As we linger round thy shrine. 
 See, sweet Mary, &c. 
 
 4 Many call upon thee, Mother! 
 
 Some in manhood, strong in youth; 
 Some in age, in tender childhood, 
 All in loving faith and truth. 
 See, sweet Mary, &c. 
 
 5 Bless! O bless us, now and ever, 
 
 Thou who once the dark earth trod; 
 And when dying, waft our spirits 
 To the bosom of our God 
 See, sweet Mary, <fcc. 
 
 MOTHEE DEAE, ! PEAT POE ME. 
 
 Airs 57. 59. 
 
 1 Mother dear, O ! j:>ray for me, 
 
 Whilst far from Heav'n and thee 
 I wander in a fragile bark, 
 O'er life's tempestuous sea; 
 
thl must blessed vntaiN, 59 
 
 O Virgin Mother, from thy throne, 
 
 So bright in bliss above, 
 Protect thy child and cheer my path, 
 
 With thy sweet smile of love. 
 
 Cho. — Mother clear, remember me, 
 And never cease thy care, 
 'Till in heaven eternally, 
 Thy love and bliss I share. 
 
 2 Mother dear, O ! pray for me, 
 
 Should pleasure's syren lay, 
 E'er tempt tny child to wander far 
 
 From Virtue's path away; 
 When thorns beset life's devious way, 
 
 And darkling waters flow, 
 Then Mary, aid thy weeping child, 
 
 Thyself a mother show. 
 Mother dear, &c. 
 
 3 Mother dear, O! pray for me, 
 
 Wnen all looks bright and fair, 
 That I may all my danger see, 
 
 For surely then 'tis near; 
 A Mother's pray'r how much we need 
 
 If prosperous be the ray 
 That paints with gold the flow'ry mead, 
 
 Which blossoms in our way. 
 Mother dear, &c. 
 
 MACULA NON EST IN TE. 
 
 Air 58. 
 
 Daughter of a mighty Father, 
 Maiden patron of the May, 
 
 Angels forms around thee gather: 
 Macula non est in te. 
 Macula non est in te. — A times. 
 
60 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 2 Mother of the Son and Saviour, 
 
 Of the Truth, the Life, the Way, 
 Guide our footsteps, calm our passions: 
 Macula non est in te. 
 Macula non est in te. — 4 times. 
 
 3 Spouse of the Eternal Spirit, 
 
 Blossom which will ne'er decay, 
 Let us but thy love inherit, 
 Macula non est in te. 
 Macula non est in te. — i times. 
 
 4 Daughter, Mother, Spouse of Heaven, 
 
 Listen to our earnest lay, 
 Sweetest gift to man e'er given: 
 Macula non est in te. 
 Macula non est in te. — 4 times. 
 
 5 Here on earth we see but darkly, 
 
 But we hail afar the day, 
 When we'll see thee in thy splendor: 
 Macula non est in te. 
 Macula non est in te. — 4 times. 
 
 6 We are earth's, Oh! thou whoblossom'd 
 
 Lily in the thorny way, 
 Guide and help us, love and bless us: 
 Macula non est in te. 
 Macula non est in te. — 4 times. 
 
 OH! MAEY! MOTHEE MAET! 
 
 Airs 60, 75, 84. 
 
 Oh! Mary! Mother Mary! 
 
 We place our trust in thee, 
 Our faith shall never vary, 
 
 Tho' weak the flesh may be. 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 61 
 
 Cho.||:Too oft with steps unwary, 
 
 From duty's path we bent: 
 Oli! Mary! Mother Mary! 
 
 Thou teach us to to repent. : || 
 
 2 The grisly form of terror, 
 
 Now rises on our way, 
 Now more seductive error, 
 
 Would lead our feet astray. 
 Cho.||: Satan is strong and wary, 
 
 But thou wilt crush his might: 
 Oh! Mary! Mother Mary! 
 
 Strengthen us in the fight. : || 
 
 3 From dangerous occasions, 
 
 That blind imprudent eyes, 
 From treacherous persuasions, 
 
 That point not to the skies. 
 CHO.||:From mirth too light and airy, 
 
 From thought too sad and deep: 
 Oh! Mary! Mother Mary! 
 
 Thy little children keep. : 11 
 
 4 Let us remember ever, 
 
 The presence of the Lord; 
 To serve him let's endeavor, 
 
 In thought, in deed, in word. 
 Cho.||:As monster or as faj'ry, 
 
 Satan may take the field; 
 But, Mary! Mother Mary! 
 
 Thy name will be our shield. : || 
 
 DEAEEST MOTHEE 0E MEECY, 
 
 Air 61. 
 
 Cho. — O deaeest Mother of mercy, 
 Gentle and holy queen, 
 
62 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGTN. 
 
 Beauty bright and serene, 
 
 O may we one day in glory 
 Blessed Mother of grace, 
 Behold thy most sweet face. — 3 times. 
 
 Solo. -All hail, our admirable Mother, 
 
 Let angels and men sing her praise: 
 None after Jesus is above thee, 
 
 For her should be the sweetest lays. 
 O dearest Mother, &c. 
 
 2 Protect and hear us, gentlest Mary, 
 
 From on high hear our humble cries: 
 On us that mourn and weep in mis'ry, 
 O turn thy mercy's tender eyes. 
 O dearest Mother, &c. 
 
 3 O clement, sweet and pious Mary, 
 
 O thou of whom our Lord was born. 
 Show us thy Son to make us happy, 
 When life at last is from us torn. 
 O dearest Mother, &c. 
 
 MOTHEE MAEY, AT THINE ALTAE. 
 
 Airs 5, 3, 29, 55, 56, 81. 
 
 1 Mother Mary, at thine altar 
 
 We thy loving children 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 the Cross our Brother 
 
 Points to Mary by His side. 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VTBGIN. 63 
 
 2 Thou wilt love us, thou wilt guide us 
 
 With a mother's fondest care; 
 And our Father, God above us, 
 
 Bids us rly for refuge there. 
 Life's temptations arc before us, 
 
 We must mingle in the strife; 
 If thy fondness watch not o'er us, 
 
 All unsafe will be .our life. 
 
 3 So we take thee for our Mother 
 
 And we claim the right to be, 
 By the gift of our dear Brother, 
 
 Loving children unto thee; 
 And our humble conseciation 
 
 Thou wilt surely not despise, 
 From thy high and lofty station 
 
 Close to Jesus in the skies. 
 
 4 Mother Mary, to thy keeping 
 
 We ourselves to thee confide, 
 Toiling, resting, waking, sleeping, 
 
 To be ever at Thy side. 
 Cares that vex us, joys that please us, 
 
 Life and death we trust to thee; 
 Thou Avilt make them all for Jesus, 
 
 And for all eternity. 
 
 SANOTISSIMA. 
 
 Air&L 
 
 1 O sanctissima, piissima, 
 
 Dulcis Virgo Maria, 
 
 Mater amata, intemerata, 
 
 Ora, or a pro nobis. 
 
64 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 2 Tota pulchra es, O Maria, 
 
 Et macula non est in te. 
 Mater amata, intemerata, 
 Ora, ora pro nobis. 
 
 3 Sicut lilium, inter spinas, 
 
 Sic Maria inter filias. 
 Mater amata, intemerata, 
 Ora, ora pro nobis. 
 
 4 In miseria, in angustia, 
 
 Ora Virgo pro nobis. 
 Pro nobis ora, in mortis hora, 
 Oro, ora pro nobis. 
 
 DAILY, DAILY SING TO MARY. 
 
 Air 63. 
 
 L Daily, daily sing to Mary, 
 
 Sing, my soul, her praises due; 
 All her feasts, her actions worship, 
 
 With he heart's devotion true. 
 Lost in wond'ring contemplation, 
 
 Be her Majesty confess'd; 
 Call her Mother, call her Virgin, 
 
 Happy Mother, Virgin blest. 
 
 I 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 Liady, to our race; 
 She the Queen who decks her subjects 
 
 With the light of God's own grace. 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 65 
 
 3 Sing, my tongue, the Virgin's trophies, 
 
 Who for us her Maker bore, 
 Eor the curse of old inflicted, 
 
 Peace and blessing to restore. 
 Sing in songs of peace unending, 
 
 Sing the world's majestic Queen: 
 Weary not nor faint in telling, 
 
 All the gifts she gives to men. 
 
 4 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 alone the heart can teach. 
 
 PAIEEST OF MOETALS, 
 
 Air 64. 
 
 1 Fatkest of mortals, 
 
 Vase of all blissful grace; 
 Mary our Mother, 
 
 Protectress of this place. 
 Oh! watch thou o'er our infancy, 
 And guard our infant purity. 
 
 ( !ho. — Mother, O, hear thy children's fervent 
 pray'r! 
 Mother, oh ! hear, and take us in thy 
 care. 
 
66 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 2 Fountain e'er flowing, 
 
 Source of immortal life, 
 "Well-spring of favors, 
 
 With hope and solace rife. 
 Oh! be our strength, our hope, and stay, 
 And save us from this fearful day. 
 Mother, O hear, &c. 
 
 3 From early childhood, 
 
 Our hearts to God belong; 
 Time but increases, 
 
 And makes the ties more strong. 
 Be thou always beside us, 
 To lead, to rule, and guide us. 
 Mother, O hear, &c. 
 
 4 Kind benefactress 
 
 Of childhood's helpless years, 
 O sweet protectress, 
 
 In all its risks and fears. 
 When life's last throes betide us, 
 Come down and stand beside us. 
 Cho. — Mother, O, come, and lead us by the 
 hand, 
 Mother, O lead us to our fatherland. 
 
 HAIL, MAET! QUEEN AND VIEGIN PURE. 
 
 Air 65. 
 
 1 Hail, Mary! Queen and Virgin pure, 
 With ev'ry grace replete! 
 Hail, kind protectress of the poor! 
 Pity our needy state, 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 67 
 
 Pity our needy state, 
 Pity our needy state. 
 Hail, kind protectress of the poor, 
 Pity our needy state. 
 
 2 O thou who filTst the highest place 
 
 Next Heaven's imperial throne! 
 
 Obtain for us each saving grace, 
 And make our wants thy own, 
 And make our wants thy own, 
 And make our wants thy own. 
 
 Obtain for us each saving grace, 
 And make our wants thy own. 
 
 3 How oft when trouble filled my breast, 
 
 Or sin my conscience pained, 
 Thro' thee I sought for peace and rest; 
 
 Thro' thee I peace obtained, 
 
 Thro' thee I peace obtained, 
 
 Thro' thee I peace obtained. 
 Thro' thee I sought for peace and rest, 
 
 Thro' thee I peace obtained. 
 
 4 Then hence, in all my pains and cares, 
 
 I'll seek for help in thee; 
 E'er trusting thro' thy pow'rful pray'rs 
 
 To gain eternity, 
 
 To gain eternity, 
 
 To gain eternity. 
 E'er trusting thro' thy pow'rful pray'rs, 
 
 To gain eternity. 
 
 SUB TUUM PE&SIDIUM, 
 
 Air 66. 
 
 Cho.— Sub tuum presidium || : confugimus, : | 
 || : Sancta Dei Genitrix. : || 
 
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 THE MOST BL.ESSED VTRGIN. 
 
 Solo. -Nostras deprecationes ||:ne despicias, : || 
 In necassitatibus nostris. 
 Sub tuum, &c. 
 
 Solo. -Sed a periculis cunctis libera nos semper, 
 Virgo gloriosa et benedicta. 
 Sub tuum, &c. 
 
 AVE MAEIA, 
 
 Air 67. 
 Ave Maria gratia plena, ||:Dominus tecum.:|j 
 Benedicta tu in mulieribus et benedictus 
 
 fructus ventris tui Jesus, 
 Sancta Maria Mater Dei ora pro nobis, 
 Peccatoribus, nunc et in hora, in liora mor- 
 tis nostrse. 
 Ora pro nobis, pro nobis peccatoribus, 
 :Nunc et in hora, in liora mortis nostrse. 
 Amen. : || 
 
 MOENING HYMN to the BLESSED VIKGIN. 
 
 Air 68. 
 1 The Star of the ocean is risen, 
 
 And sweetly reflects on the tide; 
 Yon bark with a swift gale is driven, 
 
 And soon it shall reach the green side, 
 To which the bright star seem to guide it, 
 
 As into a haven of rest, 
 Where the wind and the tempest that 
 
 tried it, 
 In the bright glow of sunshine will cease. 
 
 Cho. — The Star of the ocean is risen, 
 
 And sweetly reflects on the tide; 
 Yon bark with a swift sail is driven, 
 And soon it shall reach the green side. 
 
THE MOST BLLSSKD VIKGIN. 69 
 
 All ! what is this Planet so beaming, 
 
 That near it the rest die away; 
 With heavenly lustre is streaming, 
 
 And changes our night into day. 
 This beautiful Planet is Mary, 
 
 Who shines o'er her mariners here; 
 Her light is their sure guide to glory, 
 
 Dispelling the dark clouds of fear. 
 The Star, &c. 
 
 Oh! Sbar of the sea, do illumine 
 
 My course with this brilliant ray; 
 In thy name past errors consuming, 
 
 Ah, teach me from thee ne'er to stray. 
 Thus, thus shall I reach to the haven, 
 
 Where thy bark just lowered her sail; 
 There enter the portals of heaven, 
 
 Where the Star of the Ocean I'll hail. 
 The Star, &c. 
 
 AVE MAEIS STELLA. 
 
 Airs 69, 70. 
 
 1 Ave Maris Stella 
 Dei Mater Alma 
 Atque semper Virgo 
 Felix Cceli porta. 
 
 2 Sumens illud Ave 
 Gabrielis ore, 
 Funda nos in pace 
 Mutans Evse nomen. 
 
 3 Solve vincla reis 
 Profer lumen csecis 
 Mala nostra pelle 
 Bona cuncta posce. 
 
70 THE MOST BLESSED YIBGIN. 
 
 4 Monstra te esse matrem 
 Sumat per te preces 
 Qui pro nobis natus 
 Tulit esse tuus. 
 
 5 Virgo singularis, 
 Inter omnes mitis 
 Nos culpis solutos 
 Mites fac et castos. 
 
 6 Vitaro prsesta puram, 
 Iter para tutum, 
 
 Ut videntes Jesum 
 Semper collsetemur. 
 
 7 Sit laus Deo Patri, 
 Suninio Christo decus, 
 Spiritui Sancto, 
 
 Tribus honor unus. Amen. 
 
 V. Dirigatur, Domine, oratio mea, 
 R, Sicut ineensum in conspectu tuo 
 
 MAET, STAE OP THE SEA. 
 
 Air 71. 
 
 When evening shades are falling 
 
 O'er ocean's sunny sleep, 
 To pilgrim's heart recalling 
 
 Their home beyond the deep; 
 When rest o'er all descending, 
 
 The shores with gladness smile, 
 And lutes, their echoes blending, 
 
 Are heard from isle to isle; 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 71 
 
 Cho.— Then Mary, Mother Mary, 
 
 Thou bright star of the sea, 
 We'll pray to thee our Mother, 
 We'll pray, we'll pray to thee. 
 
 2 The noonday tempest over, 
 Now ocean toils no more, 
 And wings of halcyons hover, 
 Where all was strife before. 
 Oh! thus may life, in closing, 
 
 Its short tempestuous day, 
 Beneath Heav'n's smile reposing, 
 Shine all its storms away. 
 Then Mary, &c. 
 
 GENTLE STAK OF OCEAN. 
 
 Airs 72, 41. 
 
 1 Gentle Star of Ocean, 
 
 Portal of the sky, 
 Ever Virgin Mother 
 
 Of the Lord most High! 
 Oh! by Gabriel's Ave, 
 
 Uttered long ago, 
 || : Eva's name reversing, 
 
 'Stablish'd peace below. :|[ 
 
 2 Break the captive's fetters, 
 
 Light on blindness pour; 
 All our ills expelling, 
 
 Ev'ry bliss implore. 
 Show thyself a Mother, 
 
 Offer Him our sighs, 
 | : Who for us Incarnate, 
 
 Did not thee despise. :|| 
 
72 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 3 Virgin of all virgins, 
 
 To thy shelter take us; 
 Gentlest of the gentle, 
 
 Chaste and gentle make us. 
 Thro' the highest heavens, 
 To th' Almighty Three, 
 j[:Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 One same glory be. : || 
 
 FADING, STILL FADING. 
 
 Air 73. 
 
 1 Fading, still fading, the last beam is shin- 
 
 ing: 
 Ave Maria day is declining: 
 Safety and innocence fly with the light, 
 Temptation and danger walk forth in the 
 
 night. 
 From the fall of the shade till the matin 
 
 shall shine: 
 Shield us from danger and save us from 
 
 crime. 
 
 Cho. — Ave Maria, Ave Maria, 
 Ave Maria, audi nos. 
 
 2 Ave Maria! oh! hear when we call! 
 Mother of Him who is Saviour of all; 
 Feeble and falling we trust in thy might, 
 In doubting and darkness, thy love be our 
 
 light. 
 Let us sleep on thy breast while the night 
 
 taper burns, 
 And wake in thy care when the morning 
 
 returns. 
 
 Cho. — Ave Maria, &c. 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VHJQIX. 73 
 
 HAIL, HEAVENLY QUEEN. 
 
 .1<V 71. 
 
 1 Hattj, heavenly Queen! Hail, foamy ocean 
 
 star! 
 O be our guide, diffuse thy beams afar; 
 Hai], Mother of God! above all virgins blest, 
 Hail happy gate of heav'n's eternal rest. 
 
 CHO.-Hail, foamy ocean star! Hail, heav'nly 
 Queen ! 
 II r O be our guide to endless joys unseen. :|| 
 
 2 "Hail, full of grace." with Gabriel we 
 
 repeat; 
 Thee, Queen of heav'n, from him we learn 
 
 to greet; 
 Then give us peace which heav'n alone can 
 
 give, 
 And dead thro' Eve, thro' Mary let us live. 
 Hail, foamy, kc. 
 
 3 O break our chains, our captive souls release ; 
 O give us light, and let our darkness cease; 
 Let ev'ry ill that piejs upon our hearts, 
 Fly at thy voice which every good imparts. 
 
 Hail, foamy, kc. 
 
 1 Our lives unstain'd, in purity preserve; 
 Nor e'er permit our ways from truth to 
 
 swerve, 
 That when our time has rolled its rapid 
 
 round, 
 We may, with Christ, in heav'nly bliss be 
 crown 'd. 
 
 Hail, foamy, kc 
 
74 THE MOST BLESSED VlitGIN. 
 
 BLEST FORE'EE THE MOTHEE, 
 
 Airs 75, 60, 84. 
 
 1 O blest for e'er the Mother, 
 
 And Virgin full of grace, 
 Who bore our God, our brother, 
 
 The Saviour of our race. 
 Cho. II : Sweet Jesus, low before Thee, 
 
 We bend in fear and love, 
 O grant we may adore Thee 
 
 In Thy bright realms above. : || 
 
 2 Pure as the light of heaven. 
 
 In meekness nearest Thee, 
 'Tis Thou hast Mary given, 
 Our guide, our friend to be. 
 Cho. II : Sweet Mother, tears are falling, 
 From hearts that love thy Son; 
 Then hear thy children calling 
 On thee, and bless thy own.|j: 
 
 AVE SANOTISSIMA. 
 
 Air 76. 
 
 Ave Sanctissima, 
 
 We lift our souls to thee, 
 Ora pro nobis! 
 
 'Tis nightfall on the sea. 
 Watch us while shadows lie, 
 
 Far o'er the water spread, 
 Hear the heart's lonely sigh, 
 
 Thine too hath bled. 
 Thou that hast looked on death, 
 
 Aid us when death is nigh; 
 Whisper of heav'n to faith, 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 75 
 
 Sweet mother, Sweet mother hear, 
 
 Om pro nobis, 
 The wave must rock our sleep, 
 
 Ora mater, Ora, star of the sea. 
 
 2 Ave Sanctisima, 
 
 List to thy children's pray'r, 
 Audi Maria! 
 
 And take us to thy care. 
 O thou whose virtues shine 
 
 With brightest purity, 
 Come and each thought refine, 
 
 Till pure like thine. 
 O save our souls from ill; 
 
 Guard thou our lives from fear; 
 Our hearts with pleasure fill, 
 Sweet mother, Sweet mother hear, 
 
 Ora pro nobis, 
 The wave must rock our sleep, 
 
 Ora mater, Ora, star of the sea. 
 
 AS THE DEWY SHADES OP EVEN. 
 
 Airs 77. 78. 
 
 1 As the dewy shades of even, 
 
 Gather o'er the balmy air, 
 Listen, gentle Queen of Heaven, 
 
 Listen to my vesper prayer. 
 Cho.— Holy Mother, near me hover, 
 
 Free my thoughts from aught defiled, 
 With thy wings of mercy cover, 
 
 Safe from harm thy helpless child. 
 
 2 Thino own sinless heart was broken, 
 
 Sorrow's sword had pierced its core; 
 Holy Mother, by that token, 
 Now thy pity I implore. 
 
76 THE MOST BLESSED YIBGTN. 
 
 Cho. —Queen of Heaven, guard and guide me, 
 Save my soul from dark desjDair, 
 In thy tender bosom hide me, 
 Take me, Mother, to thy care. 
 
 3 Mother of my Infant Saviour, 
 
 Spouse of God, my plaint, hear; 
 Purest Virgin, Gracious Matron, 
 O relieve me by thy prayer. 
 Cho.— From thy happy seat in Zion, 
 
 Light me thro' this dark abode, 
 Smile, oh! gently smile upon me, 
 Tell my sorrows to my God. 
 
 The Purification. (Feb. 2nd.) 
 
 JOY, JOY, THE MOTHEE COMES. 
 
 Air 79. 
 
 1 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 Saint Joseph follows near, 
 
 In rapture lost and love, 
 While angels round about, 
 In glowing circles move; 
 || : And o'er the mother broads 
 The Everlasting dove. : || 
 
 3 There in the temple court, 
 
 Old Simeon's heart beats high, 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 77 
 
 And Anna feeds her soul 
 
 With food of prophecy; 
 || : But, see! the shadows pass, 
 
 The world's true Light draws nigh. : || 
 
 ± O Infant God! O Christ! 
 
 O Light most beautiful! 
 Thou coinest, Joy of joys! 
 
 All darkness to annul; 
 ||: And brighest lights of earth, 
 
 Beside Thy Light are dull. : || 
 
 The Annunciation. {March 25th.) 
 
 WHAT MOETAL TONGUE. 
 
 Airs 80, 83, 123. 
 
 1 What mortal tongue can sing thy praise, 
 
 Dear Mother of the Lord! 
 To angels only it belongs 
 
 Thy glory to record. 
 Who born of man, can penetrate 
 
 Thy soul's majestic shrine? 
 Who can thy mighty gifts unfold, 
 
 Or rightly them divine? 
 
 2 Say, Virgin, what sweet force was that 
 
 Which from the Father's breast, 
 Drew forth His co-eternal Son, 
 
 To be thy bosom's guest? 
 'Twas not thy guileless faith alone 
 
 That lifted thee so high; 
 'Twas not thy pure seraphic love, 
 
 Or peerless chastity. 
 
78 THE MOST BliESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 3 But oh, it was thy lowliness, 
 
 Well pleasing to the Lord, 
 That made thee worthy to become 
 
 The Mother of the Word. 
 Praise to the Father with the Son, 
 
 And Holy Ghost, thro' Whom 
 The Word eternal was conceived, 
 
 Within the Virgin's womb. 
 
 The Visitation. (July 2nd,) 
 
 WHITHEE THUS, IN HOLT EAPTUBE. 
 
 Airs 81, 98, 143. 
 
 1 Whither thus, in holy rapture, 
 
 Princely Maiden, art thou bent? 
 Why so fleetly art thou speeding 
 
 Up the mountain's rough ascent? 
 Filled with the Eternal Godhead, 
 
 Glowing with the Spirit's flame! 
 Love it is that bears thee onward, 
 
 And supports thy tender frame. 
 
 2 Lo! thine aged cousin claims thee, 
 
 Claims thy sympathy and care; 
 God her shame from her hath taken; 
 
 He hath heard her fervent pray'r. 
 Blessed mothers! joyful meeting! 
 
 Thou in her, the hand of God, 
 She in thee, with lips inspired, 
 
 Owns the mother of her Lord. 
 
 3 As the sun, his face concealing 
 
 In a cloud, withdraws from sight, 
 So in Mary then lay hidden 
 He who is the world's true light. 
 
THE MOST BliESSED VIRGIN. 79 
 
 Honor, glory, virtue, merit, 
 
 Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son! 
 With the Father, and the Spirit, 
 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 The Assumption. {August 15th.) 
 
 HAIL, YIEGIN OF YIEGINS ! 
 
 Airs $2, 86, 97. 
 
 1 Hail, Virgin of virgins! 
 
 Thy praises we sing, 
 Thy throne is in Heaven, 
 
 Thy Son is its King; 
 The saints and the angels, 
 
 Thy glory proclaim; 
 All nations devoutly, 
 
 Bow down at thy name. 
 
 2 Let souk that are holy, 
 
 Still holier be, 
 To sing with the angels, 
 
 Sweet Mary oil thee. 
 Let all who are sinners, 
 
 To virtue return; 
 That hearts without number, 
 
 With thy love may burn. 
 
 3 Thy name is our power, 
 
 Thy love is our light; 
 We praise thee at morning, 
 
 At noon and at night. 
 We thank thee, we bless thee, 
 
 When happy and free; 
 When tempted by Satan, 
 
 We call upon thee. 
 
80 THE MOST BLESSED VTKGIN. 
 
 4 That good men with courage, 
 
 May walk in His ways, 
 And bad men conveterd, 
 
 May join in His praise. 
 Oh! be then, our Mother, 
 
 And pray to the Lord, 
 That all may acknowledge, 
 
 And, worship His word. 
 
 Nativity. (Sept. 8th,) 
 
 SWEET MOKN! 
 
 Airs 83, 80. 
 
 1 Sweet Morn! Thou Parent of the Sun! 
 
 And daughter of the same! 
 What joy and gladness, thro' thy birth, 
 
 This day to mortals came! 
 Clothed in the sun I see thee stand, 
 
 The moon beneath thy feet; 
 The stars above thy sacred head, 
 
 A radiant coronet. 
 
 2 Thrones and dominions gird thee round, 
 
 The armies of the sky; 
 Pure streams of glory from thee flow, 
 
 All bathed in Deity; 
 Terrific as the bannered line, 
 
 Of battle's dread array; 
 Before thee tremble Hell and Death, 
 
 And own thy mighty sway. 
 
 3 O Mightiest pray for us, that He, 
 
 Who came to thee of yore, 
 May come to dwell within our hearts, 
 And never quit us more. 
 
THE MOST BIaESSED \TBGIN. 81 
 
 Piaise to the Father with the Son, 
 
 And Holy Ghost thro' whom 
 The Word Eternal was conceived, 
 
 Within the Virgin's womb. 
 
 OCTAVE OP THE NATIVITY. 
 
 Air 81 
 
 1 It is the name of Mary, 
 
 Which we to-day proclaim, 
 
 Come all ye Mary's children, 
 To sing that lovely name. 
 
 Come sing that name, dear children, 
 It is your mother's own; 
 
 Unite your hearts and praises, 
 And waft them to her throne. 
 
 2 A name of pow'r and sweetness, 
 
 Her name to us so dear, 
 A name of awe and grandeur, 
 
 But grandeur free from fear. 
 Sweet name all strong yet tender, 
 
 That name we love so well, 
 The joy of earth and heaven, 
 
 The fear and dread of hell. 
 
 3 O name by which we triumph 
 
 O'er hell's embattled foes, 
 The victor's meed of glory, 
 
 And solace in his woes. 
 Earth has no name so gentle, 
 
 Nor heaven one so sweet, 
 A balm to wounded feelings, 
 
 Bright light to wayward feet. 
 
82 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 4 The first word ever spoken 
 
 By Jesus when a child, 
 Was thy dear name, O Mother! 
 
 He spoke it and he smiled. 
 O may thy name, dear Mother, 
 
 On life's last fearful day, 
 Be my last fervent prayer, 
 
 Be all my hope and stay. 
 
 The Immaculate Conception. {Dec. 8th.) 
 
 MAID CONCEIVED WITHOUT A STAIN. 
 
 Air 85. 
 
 1 O Maid conceiv'd without a stain, 
 
 O Mother bright and fair, 
 Come thou within our hearts to reign, 
 
 And grace shall triumph there. 
 Hail Mary ever undefiled, 
 
 Hail, Queen of purity! 
 O make thy children chaste and mild, 
 
 And turn their hearts to thee. 
 
 2 Thou art far purer than the snow, 
 
 Far brighter than the day; 
 Thy beauty none on earth can know, 
 
 No tongue of men can say. 
 O Mother of all mothers best, 
 
 Who soothest every grief, 
 In thee the weary find their rest, 
 
 And anguish 'd hearts relief. 
 
 3 O then for us, thy children, plead, 
 
 Thy pity we implore; 
 That we from sin and sorrow freed, 
 May love thee more and more. 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 83 
 
 Hail, Mary, ever undenled, 
 
 Hail Queen of purity! 
 make thy children chaste and mild, 
 
 And turn their hearts to thee. 
 
 Hie Immaculate Conception. 
 
 PUKEST OF CREATUKES. 
 
 Air 86. 
 
 1 purest of creatures! sweet Mother, sweet 
 
 Maid! 
 The one spotleess 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. : || 
 
 2 To sinners what comfort, to angels what 
 
 mirth; 
 That God found one creature unfallen on 
 
 earth, 
 One spot where His Spirit untroubled 
 
 could be, 
 || : The depth of thy shining, sweet Star of the 
 
 3 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, 
 || : The gift of clear shining, sweet Star of the 
 Sea. : || 
 
84 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 4 Deep niglit hath come down on us, Mother! 
 deep night, 
 We need more than ever the gnide of thv 
 
 light; 
 For the darker the night is, the brighter 
 should be 
 || : Thy beautiful shining, sweet Star of the 
 Sea.: || 
 
 OClie Immaculate Conception. 
 
 HAIL, QUEEN OP THE HEAVENS. 
 
 Air 87. 
 
 1 Hail, Queen of the Heavens! 
 
 Hail, Mistress of earth! 
 Hail, Virgin most pure, 
 Of immaculate birth! 
 || : Clear star of the morning, 
 In beauty enshrined, 
 O Lady make speed to the help of mankind. : || 
 
 2 Hail, Mother most pure! 
 
 Hail, Virgin renown 'd, 
 Hail, Queen with the stars, 
 As a diadem crown'd, 
 || : Above all the angels 
 In glory untold, 
 Standing next to the King in a vesture of 
 gold. : || 
 
 3 O Mother of mercy! 
 
 O star of the wave ! 
 O Hope of the guilty! 
 O light of the grave! 
 
THE MOST BLESSED VIKGIN. 85 
 
 || : Thro' thee may we como, 
 To the Heaven of rest, 
 And see Heaven's King in the courts of the 
 Blest. : || 
 
 4t These praises and prayers 
 I lay at thy feet! 
 O Virgin of virgins! 
 O Mary most sweet! 
 || : Be thou my true guide 
 
 Thro' this pilgrimage here, 
 And stand by my side when death draweth 
 near. : II 
 
 LITANY. 
 
 Airs 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95. 
 
 Kyeie eleison. 
 
 Christe eleison. 
 
 Kyrie eleison. 
 
 Christe audi nos. 
 Christe exaudi nos. 
 
 Pater de coelis Deus, miserere nobis. 
 
 Fib: Bedemptor mundi Deus, miserere nobis. 
 
 Spiritus Sancte Deus, miserere nobis. 
 Sancta Trinitas, unus Deus, miserere nobis. 
 
 Sancta Maria, 
 
 Sancta Dei Genitrix, 
 
 Sancta Virgo Virginum, 
 
 ►a 
 ,-3 
 
 Mater Christi, j fcJ 
 
 Mater divinse gratise, i §- 
 
 Mater purissima, J F 
 
86 THE MOST BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 Mater castissima, 
 Mater inviolata, 
 Mater intemerata, 
 
 Mater amabilis, 
 Mater admirabilis, 
 Mater Creatoris, 
 
 Mater Salvatoris, 
 Virgo prudentissima, 
 Virgo veneranda, 
 
 Virgo prseclicanda, 
 Virgo potens, 
 Virgo clemens, 
 
 Virgo fidelis, 
 Speculum justitise, 
 Sedes sapientise, 
 
 Causa nostrse lastitise, 
 
 Vas spirituale, ' y 
 
 Vas honorabile, o, 
 
 Vas insigne devotionis, 
 Bosa mystica, 
 Turris Davidica, 
 
 T arris eburnea, 
 Domus aurea, 
 Foederis area, 
 
 Janua C03li x 
 Stella matutina, 
 Salus iufirmorum, 
 
 Befugiuni peccatorum, 
 Consolatrix afflictorum, 
 Auxilium Christianorum, 
 
 Begina Angelorum. 
 Begina Patriarcharum, 
 
ST. JOSEPH. 87 
 
 Regina Fr^phetaruni, ] Q 
 
 Regina Apusiolorum, 3 
 
 Regina Martyrum, j na 
 
 Regina Confessorurn, [ f 3 
 
 Regina Virginuin, o 
 
 Regina Sanctorum omnium, | ^". 
 Regina sine labe concepts, j ■ 
 Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata inunrii, paroe 
 
 nobis D online. 
 AgnusDei. qui tollis peccata muncli, exaudi 
 
 nos Doniine. 
 Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata niundi, mis- 
 erere nobis. 
 
 V. Ora pro nobis Sancta Dei Genitrix. 
 R. Ut digni efficiaruur proraissionibus 
 Christi. 
 
 HOLT PATRON ! THEE SALUTING, 
 
 Air 96. 
 
 1 Holt Patron! thee saluting, 
 
 Here we meet with hearts sincere; 
 Blest Saint Joseph, all uniting, 
 Call on thee to hear our pray r. 
 
 Cho. — Happy Saint, in bliss adoring, 
 Jesus, Saviour of mankind; 
 
 || : Hear thy children thee imploring, 
 May we thy protection rind. : j| 
 
 2 Worldly dangers for them fearing, 
 
 Youthful hearts to thee we bring, 
 Grant, in virtue persevering, 
 
 may ne'er their bosom sting. 
 Happy Saint, kc 
 
88 ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 3 Thou who faithfully attended, 
 
 Him whom heav'n and earth adore; 
 Who with pious care defended 
 Mary, Virgin ever pure. 
 Happy Saint, &c. 
 
 4 May our fervent pray'rs ascending, 
 
 Move thee for our souls to plead, 
 And thy smile of peace descending 
 Benedictions on us shed. 
 Happy Saint, &c. 
 
 THE PATRON AGS OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 Airs 97, 82 r 86. 
 
 1 Dear Guardian of Mary ! dear nurse of her 
 
 child! 
 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 at 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. 
 
ST. JOSEPH. 89 
 
 i 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 lcve 
 
 thee. 
 
 5 God chose thee for Jesus and Mary, wilt 
 
 thou 
 Forgive a poor exile for choosing thee now? 
 There's no saint in Heaven. Saint Joseph, 
 
 like thee. 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady! Oh. deign to 
 
 love me. 
 
 WITH GRATEFUL HEAETS, 
 
 1 With grateful hearts we breathe to-day, 
 
 The tender accents of our love. 
 We carol forth a little lay 
 
 To thee, gr^at Saint in heaven above. 
 
 Cho.— Joseph dear, from thy bright throne, 
 Incline thine ear unto our prayer, 
 
 And o'er us all as o'er thine own, 
 Extend thy fond paternal care, 
 
 And o'er us all as o'er thine own, 
 Extend thy fond paternal care, 
 Extend thy fond paternal care. 
 
 2 More favored than earth's greatest king, 
 
 Thou wert the guardian hild, 
 
 Around whose crib full choirs did sing, 
 With cadenced vo wd mild. 
 
 O Joseph dear, vice. 
 
90 ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 3 All heaven's host on that great night, 
 
 Looked on the Child, the spouse and thee, 
 And ravished with so fair a sight, 
 Struck loud their harps with jubilee. 
 O Joseph dear, &c. 
 
 4 They sang the praises of thy Son, 
 
 In strains of sweetest melody, 
 And lowly bowed with awe anon, 
 Before thy Virgin Spouse and thee. 
 O Joseph dear, &e. 
 
 SALVE JOSEPH. 
 
 Air 99. 
 
 1 Salve, Joseph, custos pie, 
 Sponse Virgin is jMarise, 
 Educator optime, 
 Educator optirne. 
 
 2 Tua prece salus data, 
 Sit, et culpa condonata, 
 Peccatricis animse, 
 Peccatricis animae. 
 
 3 Perte cuncti liberemur, 
 Omni psena quam meremur, 
 Nostris pro criminibus, 
 Nostris pro criminibus. 
 
 4t Per te nobis impertita, 
 Omnis gratia expetita, 
 Sit et salus animse, . 
 Sit et salus anirase. 
 
ST. JOSEPH. 91 
 
 5 Sint et oinnes tribulati, 
 IV precante, liberati, 
 Cunctis ab angustiis, 
 Cuiictis ab angustiis. 
 
 6 Joseph, fili David Regis, 
 Becordare CJiristi gregis, 
 In die judicii, 
 
 In die judicii. 
 
 7 Salvatorem deprecare, 
 Ut nos velit liberare, 
 Nostras mortis tempore, 
 Nostras mortis tempore. 
 
 QUIOUMQUE. 
 
 Air 100. 
 
 Cho. — Quicumque sanus vivere, 
 Cursumque vitas claudere 
 In fine lastus expetit, 
 Opem Josephi postulet. 
 
 Soeo. 
 
 2 Hie Sponsus almas Virginis, 
 Paterque Jesu creditus, 
 Justus, ridelis, integer, 
 Quod poseit orans impetrat. 
 
 Quicumque, <fec. 
 
 3 Fceno jacentem Parvulum, 
 Adorat et post exulem 
 Bolator; inde perditum, 
 Quasrit dolens et invenit. 
 
 Quicumque, &c. 
 
I ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 4 Mundi supremus artifex 
 Ejus labore pascitur; 
 Summi parentis Filius 
 Obedit iili subditus. 
 
 Quicuinque, &c. 
 
 5 Adesse morti proximus 
 Cum Matre Jesum conspicit, 
 Et inter ipsos jubilans, 
 Dulci sopore solyitur. 
 
 Quicumque, &c. 
 
 ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 Air 79. 
 
 1 Hazl! holy, Joseph, hail! 
 
 True spouse of Mary, hail! 
 Chaste as the lily flower 
 In Eden's peaceful vale. 
 
 Cho. — Mother of my Jesus! bless, 
 
 And bless, ye saints on high, 
 Those in sorrow and distress, 
 That to Saint Joseph cry. 
 
 2 Hail! holy Joseph, hail! 
 
 Father of Christ esteemed! 
 Father be thou to those 
 Thy Foster-Son redeem'd. 
 Mother, &c. 
 
 3 Hail! holy Joseph, hail! 
 
 Prince of the House of God, 
 May his best graces be 
 
 By thy sweet hands bestowed* 
 Mother^ &c. 
 
ST. JOSEPH. 93 
 
 4 Hail! holy Joseph, hail! 
 
 Comrade of angels, hail! 
 Cheer thou the hearts that faint, 
 And guide the steps that fail 
 Mother, kc. 
 
 5 Hail! holy Joseph, hail! 
 
 God's choice wert thou alone; 
 To thee the Word made flesh, 
 Was subject as a Son. 
 Mother, kc. 
 
 6 Hail! holy Joseph, hail! 
 
 Teach us our flesh to tame, 
 And, Mary, keep the hearts 
 That love thy spouse's name. 
 Mother, kc. 
 
 7 Hail! holy Joseph, hail! 
 
 God's choice wert thou alone;' 
 To thee the Word made flesh, 
 Was subject as a Son. 
 Mother, kc. 
 
 8 Hail! holy Joseph, hail! 
 
 Teach us our flesh to tame, 
 And. Mary, keep the hearts 
 That love thy spouse's name. 
 Mother, kc. 
 
 TRIUMPHANT SAINT. 
 
 Air 92. 
 
 Triumphant saint! whose hallow'd name, 
 We on this festive day implore, 
 
 Our hearts with seraph love inflame, 
 And be our guide fur ever more. 
 
94 ST. patrice:. 
 
 Oh! -whilst we wander thro' the gloom, 
 That shrouds in woe this vale of grief, 
 
 With heav'nly light our paths illume, 
 And to thy children bring relief. 
 
 2 Whilst all the Lamb's unspotted choirs, 
 
 Lift their triumphant palms on high, 
 And angels wake their golden lyres, 
 
 To sound His praises thro' the sky; 
 We catch on earth the sacred theme, 
 
 And in thy Saviour's praise unite, 
 Around -whose brows effulgent stream 
 
 Eternal rays of heavenly light. 
 
 3 Oh! when exulting from the tomb, 
 
 The spirit wings her gladsome way, 
 To realms where sacred beams illume 
 
 The mansions of eternal day; 
 Then shall my soul enraptured praise, 
 
 Her patron mid the choirs of heaven, 
 And joyful wake the sweetest lays, 
 
 That to an angel's harp are given. 
 
 HIBEENIA'S CHAMPION SAINT. 
 
 Air 101. 
 
 1 Hibernia's Champion Saint, all hail! 
 With fadeless glory crown 'd; 
 The offspring of your ardent zeal, 
 This day your praise shall sound. 
 
 Cho. — Great and glorious St. Patrick, 
 Pray for that dear country; 
 Great and glorious St. Patrick, 
 
 Hearken to the pray'r oi thy children. 
 
ST. PATRICK. 95 
 
 2 Borne on the wings of charity, 
 
 To Erin's coast you flew, 
 Bade Satan from her valleys flee, 
 And his dark shrines o'erthrew. 
 Great and glorious, &c. 
 
 3 Wand'ring thro' error's gloomy night, 
 
 Oar sires did lose their way; 
 You cheer' d their hearts with heavenly 
 
 light, 
 With truth's consoling ray. 
 
 Great and glorious, &c. 
 
 4l O what a harvest crown'd thy toil, 
 The earth, long curs'd, was bless'd: 
 Each lovely virtue graced its soil, 
 The sinner's heart found rest. 
 Great and glorious, &c. 
 
 5 From faith's bright camp the demon fled, 
 
 The path to heav'n was clear'd, 
 Religion rais'd her beauteous head, 
 An isle of saints r.ppear'd. 
 Great and glorious, &c. 
 
 6 To God who sent thee to our isle, 
 
 Be endless glory giv'n! 
 Oh! may He ever on it smile, 
 And lead its sons to heav'n. 
 Great and glorious, &c. 
 
 GRATEFUL NOTES TO HEAYEU. 
 
 Airs 102, 55, 56. 
 
 1 Gkateful notes to heav'n ascending, 
 To the world new joys proclaim, 
 Faith and love together blending, 
 We revere our Patrick's name. 
 
93 ST. PATRICK. 
 
 Cho. — Happy Saint in bliss adoring 
 Jesus, Saviour of mankind, 
 Hear thy children thee imploring, 
 || : May we thy protection find.: || 
 
 2 Pagan priests their dark delusions, 
 
 Long had o'er Hibernia spread, 
 Patrick came, and in confusion 
 Demons from his presence fled. 
 Happy Saint! <fcc. 
 
 3 Lo! their infant arms extending, 
 
 Erin's children crave his aid, 
 To their wants the Saint attending, 
 Soon their heav'nly call obey'd. 
 Happy Saint! &c. 
 
 4 Prisons, insults, ev'ry danger, 
 
 On our prelate's mission wait, 
 Patrick still, to fear a stranger, 
 
 Trusts to bounteous heav'n his fate. 
 Happy Saint! &c. 
 
 5 Sickness flies, his voice obeying, 
 
 Sightless eyes behold the day, 
 And the pow'r of God displaying, 
 Death unwilling yields his prey. 
 Happy Saint! &e. 
 
 C Mortals, with amazement seeing 
 Senseless idols prostrate fall, 
 Own the author of their being, 
 And proclaim Him Lord of all. 
 Happy Saint! &c. 
 
ST. PATEICK- 97 
 
 ON WIHGS OP HOLY CHAEITT. 
 
 1 On wings of holy charity 
 
 lo Eon 'a i ist Saint Patrick came, 
 To o 
 
 me. 
 
 Cho. — Tht Faith is firm in Erin's land, 
 And Patrick dear to Irish he 
 
 igh here- nd; 
 
 And struck her sons with £ati;n*s darts. 
 
 '2 Through ages long of gloomy : 
 Our Fathers in 
 When Patrick brought the g 
 
 T _ruide in truth our heavenward 
 
 ith, £c. 
 
 ;1 doctrine ta T ;_ 
 To Faith and Hope was Erin torn 
 The name of Love her children caught. 
 
 ±rm*d. 
 fae Faith. Arc. 
 
 4 A land of Saints was Erin B 
 
 Anu 
 The toad and viper knew their d 
 ded. where Patrick - 
 The Faith, Ac 
 
 5 StiU Patrick pray that sin may fly 
 
 From every Irish heart and home, 
 
 I those who love to own thee nigh 
 In lawless wav? mav nevtr roam. 
 The Faith! k* 
 
98 ST. PATKICK. 
 
 PAITH OP OUK PATHEKS. 
 
 Air 103. 
 
 1 Faith of our fathers ! living still, 
 
 In spite of dungeon, fire and sword, 
 Oh! Ireland's hearts beat high with joy, 
 Whene'er they hear that glorious word. 
 
 Cho.— Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith! 
 We'll be true to thee till death ! 
 Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith! 
 We'U be true to thee tiU 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, &c. 
 
 3 Faith of our Fathers! Mary's prayers 
 
 Shall keep our country fast to the; 
 And thro' the truth that conies from God, 
 O we shall prosper and be free. 
 Faith of our, &c. 
 
 4 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, &c. 
 
 5 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, &c. 
 
ST. ALOYSIUS. 99 
 
 Jane 21st, 
 
 THE YOUTH WHO WEALTH. 
 
 Air 104. 
 
 1 The youth who wealth and courts despised. 
 
 His spotless mind above to raise; 
 Who ev'ry rising thought chastised, 
 "lis Aloysius claims our lays. 
 
 Cho. — Amiable and angelic youth, 
 A'oysius pray for us. 
 Amiable and angelic youth, pray for i:s, 
 Aloysius pray for us. 
 
 2 Born by the sacred Virgin's aid, 
 
 Soon as his eyes the light could view, 
 His soul the heir of hcav'n was made, 
 By the renovating dew. 
 Amiable, &c. 
 
 3 His infant words the first he frames, 
 
 He utters with a trembling voice, 
 Jesus and Mary, hallowed names, 
 
 Dwell on his lips and speak his choice. 
 Amiable, &c. 
 
 4: The tenor of his life so bright, 
 So pure of angel purity, 
 A seraph from the realms of light, 
 Dwelling on earth he seems to be. 
 Amiable, &c. 
 
 SS. Peter and Paul. (June 29th.) 
 
 IT IS NO EAETHLY SUMMER'S RAY. 
 
 Airs 2, 118. 
 
 1 It is no earthly summer's ray 
 
 That sheds this golden brightness round, 
 
100 ST. IGXATIOT7S, 
 
 Crowning with heavenly light the day 
 The Princes of the Church were crown'cL 
 
 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 Borne 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 Borne, made holy now 
 
 By these two martyrs' glorious blood; 
 Earth's best and fairest cities bow, 
 By thy superior claims subdued. 
 
 5 F-jr thou alone art worth them all, 
 
 City of martyrs ; thou alone 
 Canst cheer our pilgrim hearts, and call 
 The Saviour's sheep to Peter's throne. 
 
 6 All honor, power, and praise be given 
 
 To Him who reigns in bliss on high, 
 For never-ending years in heaven, 
 One only God in Trinity. 
 
 July 31st. 
 
 HYMN TO ST. IGNATIUS. 
 
 Air 79. 
 
 1 Ye angels now be glad, 
 And thou exult, O earth! 
 Lcvola's happy shade, 
 
 Bejoice at thy Saint's birth. 
 
ST. STANIIjATJS kotska. 101 
 
 Cho. — Loyola's son all hail, 
 
 By angels crown 'd above, 
 Ignatius, father dear, 
 
 Accept thy children's love. 
 
 2 On Pampeliina's walls 
 
 The leader of the band. 
 Behold our youthful Saint 
 Defend his native land. 
 Loyola's son, &c. 
 
 3 Stretched on a bed of pain, 
 
 Christ's holy life he reads. 
 While for his misspent youth 
 His heart now sorely bleeds. 
 Loyola's son, &c. 
 
 4: Begone, O sinful world, 
 
 "111 never serve thee more." 
 fie cries "I'll bear the cross, 
 "Which Jesus for me bore." 
 Loyola's son, &c. 
 
 5 He kneels at Mary's shrine, 
 
 And humbly hangs his sword, 
 [Resolved to seek through life 
 The glory of the Lord. 
 Loyola's son, &c. 
 
 (2Tovemb<er 13t7i.) 
 
 YE ANGELIC BAIJDS ATTEHD. 
 
 Air 105. 
 
 1 O ye angelic bands, i ttend! 
 
 From heaven's high exalted spires, 
 || : With mortal accents deign to blend, 
 
 The voice of your harmonious choirs.: 
 
102 ST. AGNES. 
 
 2 In early life's most tender state, 
 
 O Thy designs how great, O God! 
 |i; Young Stanislaus could emulate. 
 
 The virtuous path that saints have 
 trod. : [| 
 
 3 Thy tenderness, O Virgin bright, 
 
 Places within his youthful arms 
 | :The object of his soul's delight, 
 
 An infant Saviour's lovely charms. : || 
 
 4 In joyful strains come sound his praise, 
 
 With anthems fill the vaulted sky, 
 II : Ye angels wake your choicest lays, 
 
 And greet the saint now flown on 
 high.:|[ 
 
 (St. Agnes. Jan 21st.) 
 
 OH HOLY MAETYE, SPOTLESS DOVE. 
 
 Air 106. 
 
 1 Oh holy martyr — spotless dove, 
 
 With joy we celebrate the day; 
 Thou dwellest now in bliss above, 
 Where tyrants o'er thee have no sway. 
 
 Cho. — Sweet Agnes let thy pleading voice, 
 For us at mercy's throne be heard, 
 Sweet Agnes let thy pleading voice, 
 At mercy's throne be heard. 
 
 2 Thy cruel sufferings all are past, 
 
 A crown of glory decks thy brow; 
 Celestial light is round thee cast, 
 And God is thine forever now. 
 Sweet Agnes, &c, 
 
ST. KOSE OF LIMA. 103 
 
 3 Oh pray that we may ever seek, 
 
 To be as free as thou from stain, 
 As constant, fervent, pure, and meek, 
 Regardless of earth's fleeting pain. 
 Sweet Agnes, &c. 
 
 4 And, holy saint, be this thy pray'r, 
 
 That, prizing not the world's renown, 
 Thro' trials it may be our care, 
 To strive but for a heav'nly crown. 
 Sweet Agnes, &c. 
 
 St. Jtose o/Jjima. (Aug, 30th.) 
 
 PIEST FLOW'EET OP THE DESEET WILD. 
 
 Air 107. 
 
 1 First flow'ret of the desert wild! 
 
 Whose leaves the sweets of grace exhale, 
 We greet thee, Lima's sainted child — 
 Eose of America, all hail, all hail. 
 
 Oho. — "We greet thee, Lima's sainted child, 
 Eose of America, all hail, all hail, 
 Eose of America, all hail. 
 
 2 When first appear' d the infant smile, 
 
 Beaming upon thy features meek, 
 It seem'd as if there blush 'd the while, 
 The rosebud on thy virgin cheek. 
 We greet thee, &c. 
 
 3 And hence thy name, St. Eose was giv'n, 
 
 Not by thy earthly parent's choice, 
 But by the holy queen of heav'n, 
 Who bade thee in that name rejoice. 
 We greet thee, &c. 
 
104 ST. CECELIA. 
 
 4 Transplanted from the worldly gaze, 
 
 Which sometimes taints the fairest 
 flow'rs, 
 In solitude thou lov'd'st to praise, 
 The spouse amid religious bow'rs. 
 We greet thee, &c. 
 
 5 And once amid thy rapturous pray'r, 
 
 Thy heav'nly spouse himself came down, 
 Most sweetly breathing in thine ear, 
 " Eose of my heart, receive thy crown." 
 We greet thee, &c. 
 
 6 And whilst amid his glories now, 
 
 Thou seest him face to face — oh deign, 
 St. Eose, to hear thy suppliants' vow, 
 That grace and glory we may gain. 
 We greet thee, &c. 
 
 St. Cecilia. (Kov. 22nd.) 
 
 LET THE DEEP OEG-AN SWELL THE LAY. 
 
 Air 108. 
 
 1 Let the deep organ swell the lay, 
 In honor of this festive day; 
 Let the harmonious choirs proclaim 
 Cecilia's ever blessed name. 
 
 Cho. — Let the harmonious choirs proclaim 
 Cicilia's ever blessed name. 
 Let the harmonious choirs proclaim 
 Cecilia's ever blessed name. 
 
THE GUAKDIAN ANGEL. 105 
 
 2 Cecilia, with a two-fold crown 
 Adorn Yl in heav'n, we pray look down, 
 Upon thy fervent votaries here, 
 
 Anl hearken to their fervent prayer. 
 Let the harmonious, &c. 
 
 3 Borne gave the virgin martyr birth, 
 Whose holy name has filled the earth; 
 And from the early dawn of youth, 
 She fixed her heart on God and truth. 
 
 Let the harmonious, kc. 
 
 ± Then from the world's bewild'ring strife, 
 In peace she spent her holy life, 
 Teaching the organ to combine 
 With voice to praise the Lamb divine. 
 Let the harmonious, &c. 
 
 CHILD'S HYMN to the GUAKDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 Air 109, 11. 
 
 1 How kind it is of you to come, 
 Bright angel, from your starry home, 
 And watch by night, and watch by day, 
 
 || : Beside a sinful child of clay. : || 
 
 2 How good and pure I ought to be, 
 Who always live so near to thee; 
 Beneath thine eyes the whole day 'round, 
 
 || : Where'er I tread is holy ground. : | 
 
 3 And if I had my wish, I would, 
 Dear angel mine! be always good; 
 This minute I would rather die, 
 
 || -.Than say bad words, or tell a lie. : || 
 
106 THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 4 I always feel disposed this way. 
 Whene'er I kneel me down to pray; 
 Bat I forget when church is o'er, 
 
 \[ : And am as naughty as before. : || 
 
 5 O blessed guardian, kind and mild, 
 Have pity on a poor weak child, 
 
 And pray that God will make me strong, 
 || : To do the right and shun the wrong. : || 
 
 6 Thy broad white wing shall be my shield, 
 While battling on life's dusty field; 
 Thine arms enfold me when I die, 
 
 II : And waft me homeward to the sky. 
 
 THE GUAEDIAN ANGEL'S LAMENT. 
 
 Air 110. 
 
 Thou hast sorrowed the spirit that loved 
 theo, 
 
 And watch'd o'er thy footsteps for years; 
 Thou hast made me at last sigh o'er thee, 
 
 In secret, in silence and tears. 
 For my Father in Heaven I loved thee, 
 
 For his sake I have guarded thy ways, 
 Return, Oh! return, I implore thee, 
 
 Him to love, to serve, and to praise. 
 
 O'er thy pathway thro' life still I hover, 
 
 Thee to comfort, to solace, to cheer, 
 With the love of a fond saving brother 
 
 Thro' this desert of trial and fear. 
 Oh! when shall I clasp thee — how fondly, 
 
 And bear thee all dangers now past, 
 To the arms of the God who died for thee, 
 
 To our home in the heavens at last. 
 
THE GUAI*DIA>" A>GKL. 107 
 
 TO OUE GUAEEIAN ANGEL. 
 
 Airs 111, 116. 
 
 1 O God how ought hit grateful heart 
 
 To praise thy bounteous hand, 
 Who send'st thy angel from above, 
 : To be my guide and friend. : || 
 
 2 My soul is surely something great, 
 
 Meant for eternity, 
 That angels thus should be employed 
 || :In watching over me. : || 
 
 3 When I, within my mother's arms, 
 
 Enjoyed her fond embrace, 
 He, hovering round on airy wings, 
 || : Divinely did me bless. : || 
 
 4 TVhen first I frorn my mother learned 
 
 My Jesus' name to praise, 
 H> softly whispered to my heart, 
 : •' How sweet are all his ways.": || 
 
 5 Celestial guardian, thus with thee, 
 
 And by thy constant care, 
 May I the world's corruption flee, 
 ad heaveulv blessings share. : || 
 
 DEAE ANGEL, EYEE AT MT SIDE. 
 
 Airs 111, 116. 
 
 1 Dear angel, ever at my side, 
 How lovely must thou be, 
 To leave thy home in Heaven, to guide 
 : A little child like me. : II 
 
108 ALL SAINTS' DAT. 
 
 2 Thy beautiful and shining face 
 
 I see not, tho' 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. : I! 
 
 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 watches t patiently. : || 
 
 7 Then love me, love me, Angel dear! 
 
 And I will love thee more; 
 And help me when my soul is cast 
 ||: Upon th' eternal shore. :|| 
 
 MIRABILIS DEUS. 
 
 Air 112. 
 
 Mirabilis, Mirabilis Deus, Mirabilis, 
 Mirabilis Deus in Sanctis suis, 
 Lsetaniini in Domino et exult ati justi, 
 Lsetamini in Domino et exultati justi. 
 
ALL SAIMTS' DAY. 109 
 
 Et gloriamini, Et gloriamini, Et gloriamini, 
 Et gioriamini, Omnes recti corde, 
 Omnes recti, omnes recti corde. 
 
 :Et gloriamini, Et gloriamini, 
 Omnes recti corde, recti corde. : || 
 
 JESUS! LET THY ANGEE CEASE. 
 
 A ir 113. 
 
 1 O Jesus! let thy anger cease; 
 Thy Virgin Mother for our peace, 
 
 || : At thy tribunal pleading stands, 
 And mercy earnestly demands. : || 
 
 2 And ye, O Angels, -who in nine 
 Distinguished glorious orders shine, 
 
 |, : Preserve our minds, our hearts and 
 wills, 
 From present, past and future ills. : || 
 
 3 Ye Prophets and Apostles, plead 
 Before our Judge, and intercede 
 
 || : For sinners, that by tears unfeigned, 
 His pard'ning grace may be obtained. :|| 
 
 PEAY POE THE DEAD, 
 
 Air 114 
 
 Cho. — Pray for the dead! at noon and eve, 
 Lift up to God thy fond request, 
 Implore his goodness to relieve 
 
 The suff'ring souls, and grant them 
 rest. 
 
110 ALIi SOULS' DAY. 
 
 1 Pray for the dead! though faithful they, 
 
 Yet while the penalties remain, 
 Must suffering purge the debt away, 
 And penance cleanse the sinful stain. 
 Pray for the dead! &c. 
 
 2 Pray for the dead! thy pray'rs tho' wealr. 
 
 May yet be heard and bring them ease; 
 For God will hear hy sighs, if meek — 
 Thy tears, if offered up for peace. 
 Pray for the dead! &c. 
 
 \ 3 Pray for the dead! in holy fear, 
 
 Pray that their stains may be forgiven, 
 That thou thyself may leave the bier, 
 To enter pure at once in heav'n. 
 Pray for the dead! &c. 
 
 TUKN TO JESUS, MOTHEE, TTJKK 
 
 Air 115. 
 
 1 O turn to Jesus, Mother, turn, 
 
 And ca]l Him by His tend'rest 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 harbor of their rest is neared. 
 
 3 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. 
 
VESPERS. 
 
 (FOR SUNDAYS.) 
 
 Do:mine, ad adjuvenduni me festina. 
 Gloria Patri et Filio et Spirited Sancto: 
 Sicut erat in principio at nunc et semper, et 
 in ssecula soeculorum. Amen. Alleluia. 
 
 From Septuagesitna Sunday till Holy Thursday, 
 
 Laus tibi Doinine, Rex seternae glorise. 
 
 1. DIXIT DOMINUS. Psalm cix. 
 
 1 Dixit Dominus Domino meo: Sede a dexiris 
 
 meis. 
 
 2 Donee ponam ini~mi-cos tu-os * scabellum 
 
 pe-dum iu-u-rum. 
 
 3 Virgam virtu cis tuae '/ emittet Dominus ex 
 
 Si-un :* dominare in medio imnd-c^-rum 
 tu-6-rum. 
 
 4 Tecum principium in die virtutis tuse in 
 
 splenddri-bus sanc-to-rum : * ex utero 
 ante h\-ci~ferum ge-nui-le. 
 
 5 JuraVit Dominus, et nonpceni-te-bite->>7ft:* 
 
 Tu es Sacerdos in sternum \/ secundum 
 or-di-/iem Mel-cM-sedech. 
 
 6 Dominus a dex-tris tu-is, * confregit in die 
 
 i-rae su-a re-ges. 
 
 7 JudicaCbit in natidnibus, '/ im-ple-bit ru-i- 
 
 nas ; * conquassa*bit ca*pita in ter-ra mul- 
 tu-rum. 
 
 8 De torrente in va-a bi-bel; * propterea cxal- 
 
 td-bU ca-put t 
 
112 VESPERS. 
 
 9 Gloria Pa-tri et Fitio * et Spi-ri-tai Sancto. 
 10 Sicut erat in principio V et mine et sem- 
 per * et in sse-cula sse-cu-fo-rwm. Amen. 
 
 2. C0NHTEB0E. Psalm ex. 
 
 1 Confitebor tibi ? Domine, in toto cor-de 
 
 meo ; * in consilio justomm, et congre- 
 ga-ti-o-ne. 
 
 2 Magna u-pera Domini, * exquisita in omnes 
 
 vo4un-ta*-tes e-jus. 
 
 3 Confessio et roagnificentia opus e-jus, * et 
 
 justitia ejus manet in ssB-culum sce-culi. 
 3 Memdriam fecit mirabflium sudmm \/ mis- 
 ericors et mise-rd-tor Do-minus : * eseam 
 de-dit ti men-ti-bus se. 
 
 5 Momor erit in sse-culum testst-men-ii sui ; * 
 
 yirfc&tem dperuni sndrum \J annuntia-bit 
 -po-ptulo su-o : 
 
 6 Ut det illis h&ve&i-ta-iem gen-tium : * opera 
 
 manuuni ejus veri-tas et ju-cli-cium. 
 
 7 Fidelia omnia inandata ejus \/ connrraa*ta 
 . in sce-culum sce-culi, * facta in verita"te et 
 
 ce-qui-tate. 
 
 8 Bedemptidneru misit pu-pido su-o; * man- 
 
 davit in setemum V tes-ta-men-^??i 
 su-um. 
 
 9 Sanctum et terribile no-men e-jus: * initium 
 
 sapienti-se W-mor Domini. 
 
 10 Intelleetus bonus omnibus faci-en-tibus 
 
 e-um : * laudatio ejus manet in soeculum 
 
 sce-culi. 
 
VESPERS. 113 
 
 11 Gloria Patri et Filio * et Spiritu-t Sancto. 
 
 12 Sicut erat in principio et nunc el semper * 
 
 et in saecnla ssecxi-lo-rum. Amen. 
 
 3. BEATUS VIE. Psalm cxi. 
 
 1 Beatcts vir, qui timet Dominum; in man- 
 
 datis ejus vo-let ni-mis. 
 
 2 Potens in terra erit se-men e-jus ; * gene- 
 
 ra" tio rectorum be-ne-di-ce-tur. 
 
 3 Gloria et divitise in domo e-jus; * et justitia 
 
 ejus manet in sce-culum soe-culi. 
 
 4 Exdrtum est in tenebris lu-men rec-iie : * 
 
 raisericors, et mise-ra-for, et jus-tus. 
 
 5 Juciindus homo, qui miseretur et cdm- 
 
 modat ; \/ dispones sermdnes suos in 
 ju-dl-cio ; * quia in seternuin non com- 
 mu-ve-bitur. 
 
 6 In memdria seterna e-r it jus-tus ; * ab audi- 
 
 tion e nia-la non ii-me-bit. 
 
 7 Para'tum cor ejus spera*re in Domino; \/ 
 
 conrirmatum est cor e-jus ; * non com- 
 movebitur, _ donee despiciat i-m-mi-co* 
 su-os. 
 
 8 Dispersit, dedit pauperibus; V justitia ejus 
 
 manet in sce-culum soe-culi ; * cornu ejus 
 exal-ta-bi-tar in glCria. 
 
 9 Pecca">:or videbit, et irasce-tur, \/ dentibus 
 
 suis fremet, et ta-bes-cet ; * desiderium 
 "peccsi-to-rum pe-rl-bit. 
 
 10 Gloria Pntri et Filio * et &-piritu-i Sancto. 
 
 11 Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper y 
 
 et in ssecula ssscu-lo-rum. Amen. 
 
114 YESPEES. 
 
 LAUDATE PTJEEI. Psalm cxii. 
 
 1 Land ate, pueri Dominum : Laudate nomen- 
 
 Domini. 
 
 2 Sit nomen Domini be-ne-dic-tum, * ex hoc 
 
 nunc, et us-que in soe-culum. 
 
 3 A solis or tu usque ad oc-cd-sum, * laudatrile 
 
 no-men Do-mini. 
 
 4 Excelsus super omnes gen-tes D6-minus, * 
 
 et super cce-los gloria e-jus. 
 
 5 Quis sicut Ddminus Deus noster, \[ qui in 
 
 al-tis hd-bitat, * et humilia respicit in 
 coe-lo et in terra ? 
 
 6 Siiscitans a ter-ra i-7iopem, * et de stercore 
 
 e-rigens pdu-perem. 
 
 7 Ut collocet eum cum iprm-ci-pibus, * cum 
 
 principi-bus^u-^w/i su-i. 
 
 8 Qui habita're facit steri-lem in do-mo; * 
 
 matrem fili-o-rum Ice-tantem. 
 
 9 Gloria Patri, et Fi-lio, * et Spiri-^a Sancto. 
 10 Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper, * 
 
 et in ssecula seecu-lorum. Amen. 
 
 5. IB" EXITU ISEAEL. Psalm radii. 
 
 1 In exitu Israel de Egypto ; domus Jacob 
 
 de popu-lo bar-ba-ro. 
 
 2 Facta est Jdsea sanctifi-cd-^'o e-jus, * Israel 
 
 ■po-tes-tas e-jus. 
 
 3 Mare Yi-dit, et fu-git : * Jorda*nis conversus 
 
 est retror-sum. 
 4c Montes exultaverunt ut a-ri-etes, * et colles 
 si-cut a-gni 6-vium. 
 
VESPEliS. 115 
 
 5 Quid est tibi, niare, quod fu-gls-ti? * efc tu 
 
 Jorda'nis, quia couver-sus es re-tror-sum. 
 
 6 Moutes, exulta"stis si-cut a-rl-etes ? * et col- 
 
 les, si-cut a-gni Cvium? 
 
 7 A facie Douiini mo-ta est terra, * a facie 
 
 Dei Jacob. 
 
 8 Qui convertit petram in stn-gna a-qud-runz,* 
 
 et rupem in fon-fes a-qud-rum. 
 
 9 Non nobis, D<5mi-?ie non nobis,- sedndinini 
 
 lu-o da glu-Ham. 
 
 10 Super misericdrdia tua et veri-tu-te tu-aj * 
 
 nequa"ndo di-cant gen tes: V Ubi est De-ws 
 e-6 rum ? 
 
 11 Deus autem nos-/er in cce-lo ; * omnia quae- 
 
 cumque volu-ii, fe-cit. 
 
 VI Simulacra gentium ergen-/wra et au-rum, :: " 
 opera m&-nu-um Tio-minum. 
 
 13 Os habent, et non lo-quen-tur : " :: ~ dculos 
 habent, et non xi-de-bunt. 
 
 11 Aures habent, et non au-dient; ~ :: * nares hab- 
 ent, el non o-do-ru-bunt. 
 
 15 Manus habent, et non palpa-bunt; \/ pedes 
 
 habent, et non Lmbu-Li-bunt ; ~ ;i " non 
 clania'bunt in g&t-tu-re suo. 
 
 16 Similes illis fiant qui fd-ciunl e-a, * et om- 
 
 nes qui con-fi-dunt in e-is. 
 
 17 Domus Israel spera*-r?7 in Do-mino;* adji% 
 
 tor edrum tt protec-Zor e-6-rum est. 
 
 18 Domus Aaron spera'-riV in Do-mino ; * adji"- 
 
 tor edmni et protec-tor e-u-rum est. 
 
 19 Qui timent Ddminum, spera-ve-r?^ in DC- 
 
 mino; * ;: " ndjutor edrum et 2U*otec-/or e-C- 
 rum c:L 
 
11 G VESPEKS. 
 
 20 Ddniinus memor fu-it nos-irl, •• ct bene-di- 
 
 xit no-bU\ 
 
 21 Benedixit do-mui Is-rx-el, :: ' benedixit do- 
 
 mui A-a-ron. 
 
 22 Banedixib omnibus qui ti-ment D6-mi-num,* 
 
 pusillis cum ma-jo-ri-bus. 
 
 23 Adjiciat T>6mi-nus su-per vus, * super vos, 
 
 et super fi-li-os ves-tros. 
 
 21 Benedieti vos a Dumino, * qui fecit cce-lum 
 et ter-ram. 
 
 25 Ccelum cceli Du-mino, * terram autem dedit 
 fili-is hu-minum. 
 
 23 Non niortui l^ud^-bunt te, Domine, * neque 
 
 omnes qui descen-dunt in in-fer-num. 
 i 
 27 Sed nos qui vivimus, bene-dici?nus Do-mi- 
 no,* ex hoc nunc, et usque in soe-culum. 
 
 23 Gloria Pairi et Filio, * et Spiri-2m* Sancto. 
 
 29 Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper,* 
 et in saecula st&cu-lo-rum. Amen. 
 
 6. LAUDATE DOMINUM. Psalm cxvi. 
 
 1 Laudate Dominum, omnes gentes: Laudate 
 
 eum, omnes po-pu-li. 
 
 2 Quoniam confirmata est super nos miseri- 
 
 cor-dia ejus : et Veritas Domini manet in 
 ce-ter-num. 
 
 3 Gloria Pairi et Filio, * et Spiri-ta* Sancto. 
 
 4 Sicut erat in principio, et nunc et semper * 
 
 et in ssecula ssacvL-lo-'nim. Amen. 
 
VESPERS. 117 
 
 MAGNIFICAT, 
 
 1 Mag-ni-fi-cat aiiima me-a Do-mi-num. 
 
 2 Et exultavit spiritus mens ; in Deo s&La-tart 
 
 meo. 
 
 3 Quia respexit humilitatem ancillre suce; 
 
 ecce enini ex hoc beatam me dicent \/ 
 omiies gene-rationes. 
 4: Quia fecit mihi magna qui -po-iens est : et 
 sanctum nonien ejus. 
 
 5 Et misericordia ejus a progenie in pro- 
 
 gen-ies ; timen-libus eum. 
 
 6 Fecit potentiam in brachio suo ; dispersit 
 
 saberbos mente cordis sui. 
 
 7 Deposuit potentes de sede; et ex.al-tavil 
 
 liumiles. 
 
 8 Esurientes implevit bonis ; et divites dimi- 
 
 sit inones. 
 
 9 Suscepit Israel puerum suum ; recordatus 
 
 miseri-cordice suce. 
 
 10 Sicut locutus est ad patres noslros ; Abra- 
 
 ham et semini ejus in scecula. 
 
 11 Gloria Patri et Filio ; et Bpirl4ui SancCo. 
 11 Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper; 
 
 et in saecula ssecu-/o?*wra. Amen. 
 
 LUOIS CEEATOR. 
 
 Air 153. 
 
 1 Lucis creator op time, 
 Lucem dierum proferens, 
 Primordiis lucis novae, 
 Mundi parans originem. 
 
118 VESPERS. 
 
 2 Qui niane junctum vesperi, 
 Diem vocari i3rsecipis: 
 Illabitur tetruni chaos, 
 Audi preces cum netibus. 
 
 3 ISTe mens gravata crnnine, 
 Vitae sit exul munere, 
 Dum nil perenne cogitat, 
 Seseque culpis illigat. 
 
 4 Coeleste pulset ostium, 
 Vitale tollat praemiuni: 
 Vitemus omne noxium: 
 Purgemus omne pessinuim. 
 
 5 Prsesta, Pater piissime, 
 Patrique compar Unice, 
 Gum Spiritu Paraclito, 
 
 Hegnans per omne sseculum. Amen. 
 
 V. Dirigatur Domine, cratio mea. 
 E. Sicut incensum ineonspeetu tuo. 
 
 nr ADVENT. 
 
 Air 153. 
 
 1 Creator alme siderum, 
 sterna lux credentium, 
 Jesu Redemptor Omnium, 
 Intende votis supplicum. 
 
 2 Qui daemonis ne fraudibus 
 Periret orbis impetu, 
 Amoris aGtus, languidi 
 Mundi medela f actus es. 
 
VESPERS. 119 
 
 3 Commune qui niumli nefas, 
 Ut expiares, ad cmcem 
 
 E Virginia sacraho 
 Intact u prodis Victima. 
 
 4 Cujus potestas glorise, 
 Xoinenque cum primum sonat, 
 Et ccelites et inferi 
 Tremente curvantur genu. 
 
 5 Te deprecamur, ultirase 
 Magnum cliei Judicem: 
 Ai-mis supernse gratiae, 
 Defende nos ab hostibus. 
 
 6 Virtus, honor, laus, gloria 
 Deo Patri cum Eilio, 
 Sancto simul Paraclito, 
 
 In sseculoruni saecula. Amen. 
 
 V. Rorate cceli desuper, et nubes pluant 
 
 justum. 
 R. Aperiativr terra, et germinet Salvatorem. 
 
 IN LENT. 
 
 Air 153. 
 
 1 ArDi, benigne Conditor, 
 Nostras preces cum fletibus, 
 In hoc sacro jujunio 
 Eusas quara genario. 
 
 2 Scrutator alme cordium, 
 Infirm atu sets viriuni: 
 Ad te reversis exhibe 
 Pwemissionis giatiam. 
 
120 VESPEES. 
 
 3 Multum quidem pecca\imus, 
 Ssd parce confidentibus: 
 
 Ad nominis laudem tui, 
 Confer medelam languidis. 
 
 4 Concede nostrum conteri 
 Corpus per abstinentiain, 
 Culpae ut relinquant pabulum 
 Jejuna corde criminum. 
 
 5 Prsesta, beata Trinitas, 
 Concede, simplex Unitas: 
 Ut fructuosa sint tuis 
 Jejuniorum munera. Amen. 
 
 F. Angelis suis Deus mandavit de te. 
 B. Ut custodiant te in omnibus viis tuis. 
 
 EASTEE TIME. 
 
 Air 153. • 
 
 1 Ad regias agni dapes, 
 Stolis amicti candidis, 
 
 Post transitum maris Eubri, 
 Cristo canamus principi. 
 
 2 Divina cujus charitas 
 Sacrum propinat sanguinem, 
 Almique membra corporis 
 Amor sacerdos immolat. 
 
 3 Sparsum cruorem postibus, 
 Vastato horret Angelus; 
 Fugitque divisum mare, 
 Merguntur hostes fluctibus. 
 
VESPEES. 121 
 
 4 Jam Paselia nostrum Cliristus est, 
 Pasclialis idem victima, 
 
 Et pura puria mentibus 
 Sinceritatis azyma. 
 
 5 O vera coeli Yictima, 
 Subjecta sui sunt tartara, 
 Soluta mortis vincula, 
 Recepta vitae prsBinia! 
 
 6 Victor, subactis inferis, 
 Trophaea Cliristus explicat, 
 Cceloque aperto, subditum 
 Begem tenebrai'um trahit. 
 
 7 Ut sis perenne mentibus 
 Paschale, Jesu, gaudium, 
 A morte dira criminum, 
 Vitas renatos libera. 
 
 8 Deo Patri sit gloria, 
 Et Filio, qui a mortuis 
 Surrexit, ac Paraclito, 
 
 In sempiterna saecula. Amen. 
 
 Y. Mane nobiscum, Domine, Alleluia. 
 R. Quoniam advesperascit, Alleluia. 
 
 PSALMS. 
 
 To be used occasionally on the principal Festivals 
 of the Year. 
 
 LiETATUS SUM. Psalm cxxi. 
 
 1 L-etatus sum in his, quae dicta sunt mi-hi 
 in domilm DCmini i-bi-mus. 
 
122 VESPERS. 
 
 2 Stan-tes erant pedes nostri : * in atriis tu-fe, 
 
 Je-ra-salem. 
 
 3 Jerusalem, quae 8edifica"-far ut cl-vitas : * 
 
 cujus participate ejus in i-di-psum. 
 
 4 Illuc enim ascenderunt tribus, \/ tribus D6- 
 
 mini: * testimonium Israel ad confiten- 
 dum nOmi-ni Domini. 
 
 5 Quia illic ederunt sedes in ju-di-cio; * 
 
 sedes super domum Da-vid. 
 
 6 Roga*te quae ad pacf m sunt Jersualem : * et 
 
 abundantia* aili-gen-tibus te. 
 
 7 Fiat pax in vir-tutc tu-a : * efc abunda"ntia in 
 
 turribus tuis. 
 
 8 Propter fratres meos et pruximos me-os : * 
 
 loquebar pa-cem de te. 
 
 9 Propter domum Domini Dei nos-tri: * 
 
 qusesivi bo-na ti-bi. 
 
 10 Gloria Patri et Filio * et Spiri-/^' Sancio. 
 
 11 Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper \j 
 
 et in ssecula ssecu-lorum. Amen, 
 
 NISI DOMINUS. Psalm cxxvi. 
 
 1 Nisi Ddminus sedificaverit do-mum, * in 
 
 vanum laboraverunt qui ce-di-Ji-cant e-am. 
 
 2 Nisi Ddminus custodierit ci-Yi-tdtem, * 
 
 frustra vigilat qui cus-iu-dit e-am. 
 
 3 Vanum est vobis ante lu-cem siir-gere: * 
 
 surgite postquam sederitis, V qui mandu- 
 ca'tis pa-nem, do-lo-ris. 
 
 4 Cum dederit dilectis su-is som-num: * ecce 
 
 hsereditas D<5mini, filii; inerces, fruc-tus 
 ven-tris. 
 
VESPERS. 123 
 
 5 Sicut sagffcffi in ma-nu po-ten-lis, * ita filii 
 
 c.v-cits-su-rum. 
 
 6 Beatus vir qui implevit de-siderium su-nm 
 
 ex ip-sis; * lion confundetur, \J cum 16- 
 quetur inimicis su-z's in por-ta. 
 
 7 Gloria Pa-tri, et Filio * et Spiri-tfwi Sando. 
 
 8 Sicut erat in principio V et mine et sent- 
 
 par * et in ssecula sddeu-lorum. Amen. 
 
 LAUDA JEEUSALEM. Psalm cxlvii. 
 
 1 Laud a Jerusalem Domi-num: lauda Deum 
 
 tu-um> Si-on. 
 
 2 Qudniam confortavit seras portarum tu-d- 
 
 rum; * benedixit filiis tu-is in ie. 
 
 3 Qui pdsuit fines tuos pa-cem, * et adipe 
 
 frumenti sa-tiat te. 
 
 4 Qui emitfcit eldquium suum ter-rce, * veld- 
 
 citer currit ser-mo e-jus. 
 
 5 Qui d it nivem sicut la-nam, * nebulam si- 
 
 cut clne-rem spar-git. 
 
 6 Mittit cr ystallum suam sicut huc-cel-las : * 
 
 ante Mciem frigoris ejus quis sus-ti-ne-bit. 
 
 7 Emittet verbum suum, et liquefa*ciet e-a :* 
 
 Habit spiritus ejus, etflu-ent a quo?. 
 
 8 Qui anniintiat verbum suum Ja-cub, * jus- 
 
 tifcias et judicia sit-a Is-srael. 
 
 9 Non fecit ta"iiter omni nati-6-ni, * et judicia 
 
 sua non manifes-^d-v^ e-is. 
 
 10 Gloria Pat-ri et Filio * et Spi-ri-to* Sancto. 
 
 11 Sicut erat in principio \/ et nunc et semper * 
 
 et in sse -cula H3d-cu-lu-?um. Amen. 
 
I24z YESPEES. 
 
 CEEDIDI PROPTER. Psalm cxv. 
 
 1 Cbedidi propter quod \6-cu-tus sum ; * ego 
 
 autem humili-ato sum ni-mis. 
 
 2 Ego dixi in excessu me-o : * Omnis ho-mo 
 
 men-dax. 
 
 3 Quid retribuam Do-mino, * pro omnibus 
 
 quae ve-tribuit mi-hi ? 
 
 4 Calicem saluta*ris ac-ci-piam, * et nomen 
 
 Domini in-vo-cu-bo. 
 
 5 Vota mea Domino reddam coram omni pd- 
 
 pulo e-jus: * pretidsa in conspectu Do- 
 mini V mors S2Liic-tv-rum e-jus. 
 
 6 O Ddmine, quia ego servns tu-us, * ego 
 
 servus tuus, et filius an-cU-ke tu-ce. 
 
 7 Dirupisti vincula me-a, * tibi sacrificabo 
 
 hdstiam laudis, V et nomen Domini in-vo- 
 cl-bo. 
 
 8 Vota mea Domino reddam in conspectu 
 
 omnis pdpuli e-jus, * in atriis domus Do- 
 mini, y in medio tui, Je-ru-salem. 
 
 9 Gloria Patri, et Fi-lio, * et Spiri-ftu Sancto. 
 
 10 Sicut erat in principio \/ et nunc et sempei* : 
 * et in saecula ssdcu-lorum. Amen. 
 
 MEMENTO DOMINI. Psalm cxxxi. 
 
 1 Memento Do-mi-ne Da-vid, * et omnes 
 
 mansue tudi-nis e-jus. 
 
 2 Sicut jur-avit Bu-mi/ic / * votum vovit De-o 
 
 Ja-cob. 
 
VESPEIiS. 125 
 
 3 Si introiero in tabernaculum domus meo? /* 
 si asoendero in lectum stva-ti me-i. 
 
 •A Si dedero sonmum uculis meis : * et pa*lpe- 
 bris meis doimita-H-u-uem. 
 
 5 Et requiem tem-puribus meis : * donee in- 
 
 veniam locum Domino, \j taberna"culum 
 De-o Jacob. 
 
 6 Ecce audivimus earn in Ephra-id : * inven- 
 
 imus earn in cam-pis sil-vce. 
 
 7 Introibiamus in taber-ndculum e-jus: * ad- 
 
 orabimus in loco, \j ubi steterunt -pe-des 
 e-jus. 
 
 8 Surge, Ddniine, in requiem tu-am : * tu, et 
 
 area sanctificatio-ms tu-ce. 
 
 9 Sacerddte^ tui indu-dntur jus-ti-tiam : * et 
 
 sancti tui e-xid-tent. 
 
 10 Propter David servam tu-urn : * non avertas 
 
 f acini Chris-tf tu-i. 
 
 11 Juravit Dominns David veirita*tem, V e ^ 
 
 non hus-trdbitur e-am: * De fructu ven- 
 tris tui V ponam super se-dem tu-am. 
 
 12 Si custodierint filii tui testa-mentum me- 
 
 vm : * et testimdnia mea hasc, V Q 11 ^ 
 doc t-bo eos. 
 
 13 Et filii edrum usque in sce-culum: * sede- 
 
 bunt super se-dem tu-am. 
 
 14 Qudniam elegit DCminus Siun: * elegit 
 
 earn in habitati-o-^era sibi. 
 
 15 HaBC requies mea in sce-cidum sce-culi : * Lie 
 
 ha*bita1t)o, qud-niam ele-gi e-am. 
 
 16 Viduam ejus benedicens bene-di-cam : * 
 
 paiiperes ejus satur-a'bo pa-nib us. 
 
126 ANTIPHNOS. 
 
 17 Sacerdofces ejus mduam sa!u-tl-ri : * 65 
 
 sancti ejus exul-tatidne e-xul-ta-bunt. 
 
 18 Blue producam cornu, David: * paravi 
 
 lucernam Chris-fo me-o. 
 
 19 Inimicos ejus induani aon-fusi-u-ne : * su- 
 
 per ipsum an tern efflorebit sanctificati-u 
 me-a. 
 
 20 Gloria Pairi et Filio : * et Spiritui Sancto. 
 
 21 Sicut erat in principio eh nunc et semper : • 
 
 et in saecula sa3Culo-r«?rc. Amen. 
 
 {From Advent till the l*urificatioti.) 
 
 ALMA EEDEMPTOEIS. 
 
 Air 157. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 1 Alma, Alma, Alma, Redemptoris Mater quae 
 
 pervia cceli, 
 Porta manes et stella maris succure cadenti. 
 
 Chokus. 
 Porta manes et stella maris, succurre cadenti. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 2 Surgere qui curat Populo tu quae genuisti 
 
 Natura mirante 
 Tuum sanctum Genitorem, tuum sanctum 
 Gentorem. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Tuum sanctum Genitorem, tuum sanctum 
 Genitorem. 
 
ANTLPHONS. 127 
 
 SoiA). 
 
 3 Virgo prills ac posterius, Gabrielis ab ore 
 Sumcns illud ave 
 Pecatonim miserere, Peccatoruin miserere. 
 
 Choeus. 
 Pecatonim miserere, Peccactorum miserere. 
 
 (In Advent.) 
 
 V. Angelus Domini nuntiavit Mariae. 
 R. Et concepit de Spiritu Sancto. 
 
 (From Christmas to the Purification.) 
 
 V. Post partiim Virgo inviolata permansisti. 
 E. Dei Genitrix intercede pro nobis. 
 
 [From the Purification till Faster.) 
 
 AVE KEGINA. 
 
 Air 158. 
 
 Duo. 
 
 1 Ave, Ave, Ave Regina, Regina coelomm. 
 Ave, Ave, Ave, Domrna angelorum. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Salve radix, salve porta, 
 Ex qua mundo lux est orta. 
 Salve radix, salve porta, 
 || : Ex qua mundo lux est orta. : || 
 
 Duo. 
 
 2 Gaude, Gaude, Gaude, Virgo gloriosa 
 Super omnes speciosa omnes speciosa. 
 
128 antiphons. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Vale o valde valde decora 
 Et pro nobis Christum exora. 
 Yale o valde, valde decora 
 || : Et pro nobis Christum exora. : || 
 
 V. Dignare me, laudare te, virgo sacrata. 
 R. Da mihi virtutem contra hostes tuos. 
 
 (From Faster till Trinity Fve.) 
 
 KEGINA (HELL 
 
 Airs 159, 23. 
 Duo. — Regina cceli, Regina cceli Isetare. 
 Cho. — Alleluia, Aleluia, Alleluia. 
 
 2 Quia quern meruisti portare quern meruisti 
 
 portare. 
 
 Alleluia, &c. 
 
 3 Besurrexit sicut dixit, Besurrexit, sicut 
 
 dixit. . 
 Alleluia, &c. 
 
 4 Ora, ora, ora pro nobis Deum. . 
 
 Alleluia, &c. 
 
 F. Gaude et laetare, Virgo Maria, Alleluia. 
 E. Quia surrexit Dominus vere, Alleluia. 
 
 {From Trinity Sunday to Advent.) 
 
 SALVE EEGINA. 
 
 Air 160. 
 
 Sono. — Salve, Salve. 
 
 Duo. — Regina, Mater misericordise. 
 
BENEDICTION OF THE B. SACRAMENT. 129 
 
 Turn. — Vita, vita, duleedo, et spes nostra 
 salve. 
 
 Duo. — Ad te claniamus exules, exulesfili Eva?. 
 
 Chobus. — Ad te suspirainus gementes et flen- 
 tes, in hac lacryniaruni valle, in hac lacry- 
 maruni valle. 
 
 Solo. — Eia ergo, eia ergo advocata nostra. 
 
 Turn. — Illos tuos misericordes ocnlos ad nos 
 c on vert e. 
 
 Duo. — Et Jesuni benedictum frnctnm ventris. 
 
 ventris tui, nobis post hoc exilinm, exilium 
 
 os tende. 
 O clemens! O pia! O dnlcis Virgo Maria. 
 
 V. Ora pro nobis, Sancta Dei Genitrix. 
 
 R. Ut digni efficiamur proinissionibus Christi. 
 
 SALUTAEIS. 
 
 Airs 161, 162, 163, 164, 16a 
 
 1 O salutaris Hostia! 
 
 Qua? coeli pandis ostium; 
 Bell ) premunt hostilia, 
 Da robur, fer auilinni. 
 
 2 Uni trinoque Domino 
 
 Sit sempiterna gloria, 
 Qui vitam sine termino 
 Nobis donet in patria. Amen. 
 
130 MISCELLANEOUS HYMKS. 
 
 TANTUM ERGO. 
 
 Airs 166, 167, 168, 169. 
 
 1 Tantum ergo Sacramentum 
 
 Veneremur cernui, 
 Et antiquum documentum 
 
 Novo cedat ritui; 
 Prsestet fides supplementum 
 
 Sensuum defectui. 
 
 2 Genitori Genitoque 
 
 Laus et jubilatio, 
 Salus, honor, virtus quoque 
 
 Sit et benedictio, 
 Procedenti ab utroque 
 
 Compar sit laudatio. Amen. 
 
 V. Panem de coelo prsestitisti eis, 
 
 M. Omne delectamentum in se habentem. 
 
 Morning Hymn. 
 
 IN MUSIC'S SWEETEST STRAINS. 
 
 Airs 116,111. 
 
 1 In music's sweetest strains we'll sing, 
 
 Our notes to God we'll raise; 
 ||: And make His sacred temple ring, 
 With hymns of love and praise. :|| 
 
 2 Our tongues hosannas shall proclaim; 
 
 Our hearts devoutly pray; 
 : Each morning and each evening theme, 
 Shall echo thro' the day. : || 
 
MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 131 
 
 3 In God's own house we'll sing His praise; 
 
 For there His glory dwells; 
 || : To Heav'n our hearts and songs we'll 
 raise, 
 
 In sweetest canticles. : || 
 
 i As long as we have life and breath, 
 
 Our Maker we will praise : 
 II : And when our voice expires in death, 
 
 Death will perfect our lays. : || 
 
 3forning Hymn* 
 
 MAT JESUS OHEIST BE PEAISED. 
 
 Air 79. 
 
 1 When morning gilds the skies, 
 My heart awaking cries, 
 
 || : May Jesus Christ be praised :| I 
 
 Alike at work and prayer 
 
 To Jesus I repair: 
 
 || : May Jesus Christ be praised. : || 
 
 2 When you begin the day, 
 Oh, never fail to say, 
 
 || : May Jesus, &c. : || 
 And at your work rejoice, 
 To sing with heart and voice 
 || : May Jesus, &c. : || 
 
 3 Be this at meals your grace. 
 In every time and place 
 
 || : May Jesus, &c. : || 
 Be this, when day is past, 
 Of all your thoughts the last, 
 || : May Jesus, &c. : || 
 
132 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 -± To God the Word on high 
 The hosts of angels cry, 
 |j : May Jesus, &c. : || 
 Let children too, upraise 
 Their voice in hymns of praise 
 |j : May Jesus, &c. : || 
 
 5 Let earth's wide circle round 
 In joyful notes resound: 
 |,:May Jesus, &c. : || 
 Let air, and sea, and sky, 
 Through depth and height reply 
 || : May Jesus, &c. : || 
 
 ISLomlrtg Hymn. 
 
 THE EAKTH, LOKD, BEJOIOES. 
 
 Air 117. 
 
 1 The earth, O Lord, rejoices, 
 
 And sings with glad acclaim, 
 A hymn of many voices, 
 
 In honor of Thy name. 
 We join the happy chorus 
 
 That hails the morning light; 
 And bless the Lord that o'er us 
 
 Kept loving watch all night. 
 
 2 Our ev'ry thought and action 
 
 We offer up to Thee; 
 Prom folly and distraction, 
 
 We beg Thee keep us free. 
 Let no profane example, 
 
 No censure, no applause, 
 Lead us this day to trample 
 
 O Lord upon thy laws. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. loli 
 
 3 It pleased Thee, Lord, to make us, 
 
 That we may serve Thee here; 
 Let not Thy grace forsake us, 
 
 But keep us in Thy fear. 
 Preserve our life, O Father, 
 
 That we may surve Thee still, 
 But let us lose , it, rather 
 
 Than disobey Thy will. 
 
 Morning Hymn* 
 
 NOW DOTH THE SUN ASCEND THE SKY. 
 
 Airs 118, 42. 
 
 1 Now doth the sun ascend the sky, 
 
 And wake creation with its ray; 
 Be present with us, Lord most high; 
 
 Through all the actions of the day. 
 Keep us eternal, Lord, this day, 
 
 From ev'ry sinful passion free; 
 ||: Grant us in all we do or say, 
 
 In all our thoughts to honor Thee. : || 
 
 2 O Lord of perfect purity, 
 
 Who dost the world with light adorn ; 
 And paint the field of azure sky, 
 
 With lovely hues of eve and morn. 
 True sun, upon our souls arise, 
 In beauty shining evermore; 
 || : And thro' each sense the quick'ning 
 stream, 
 Of thy eternal Spirit pour. : || 
 
 3 Upon our fainting soul distill, 
 
 The grace of thy celestial dew 
 
134 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 Lot no fresh snare to sin beguile, 
 
 No former sin revive anew. 
 Teach ns to knock at heaven's high door, 
 
 Teach us the prize of life to win; 
 ]| : Teach us all evil to abhor, 
 
 And purify ourselves within. : || 
 
 4 So when the evening stars appear, 
 
 And in their train the darkness bring; 
 May we, O Lord, with conscience clear, 
 
 To Thee our grateful praises sing. 
 Glory to God the Father be, 
 And to the sole begotten Son; 
 ]| : The same, O Holy Ghost to Thee, 
 While everlasting ages run. : || 
 
 Evening Hymn, 
 
 SWEET SAVIOUK! BLESS US EEE WE GO. 
 
 Air 119. 
 
 1 Sweet Saviour! bless us ere we go, 
 
 Thy word into our minds instill; 
 And make our lukewarm hearts to glow, 
 With lowly love and fervent will. 
 
 Cho. — Though life's long day, and death's 
 dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus be our light, 
 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, &c. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 135 
 
 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, &c. 
 
 4 Do more than pardon; give us joy; 
 
 Sweet fear and sober liberty; 
 And simple hearts without delay, 
 That only long to be like Thee. 
 Through life's, &c. 
 
 5 Sweet Saviour! bless us, night is come; 
 
 Mary and Joseph near us be; 
 Good angels watch about our home, 
 And we are one day nearer Thee. 
 Through life's, &c. 
 
 Evening Hymn* 
 
 HEAE THY CHILDEEN, GENTLE JESTJS. 
 
 Air 77. 
 
 1 Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus, 
 
 While we breathe our evening prayer; 
 Save us from all harm and danger, 
 Take us 'neath Thy shelt'ring care. 
 
 2 Save us from the wiles of Satan, 
 
 'Mid the lone and sleepful night, 
 Sweetly may bright guardian angels 
 Keep us 'neath their watchful sight. 
 
 3 Gentle Jesus, look in pity 
 
 From Thy great white throne above, 
 All the night Thy Heart is wakeful 
 In Thy sacrament of love. 
 
136 MISCEIjIiANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 4 Shades of even fast are falling, 
 Day is fading into gloom; 
 When the shades of death fall round us, 
 Lead Thine exiled children home. 
 
 JEvcnintf Hymn. 
 
 AS FADES THE (BLOWING OEB OP DAY. 
 
 Air 120. 
 
 1 As fades the glowing orb of day, 
 
 To Thee, great source of life we pray; 
 Blest Three in One, to ev'ry heart, 
 Thy beams of life and love impart. 
 
 2 O Thou true life of all that live, 
 Who dost unmoved all motion sway; 
 Who dost the morn and evening give, 
 And through its changes guide the day. 
 
 3 At early dawn, at close of day, 
 
 To Thee our vows we humbly pay; 
 
 May we 'mid joys that never end, 
 
 With Thy bright saints in homage bend. 
 
 4 Thy light upon our evening pour, 
 So may our souls no sunset see, 
 But death to us an open door, 
 
 To an eternal morning be . 
 
 5 To God the Father and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit Three in One, 
 Be endless glory as before 
 
 The world began, and ever more. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 137 
 
 ACTS OF THE THEOLOGICAL YIETUES. 
 
 Air 121. 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 1 Gbeat God ! whatever thro' Thy Church 
 
 Thou teachest to be true, 
 I firmly do believe it all, 
 
 And shall confess it too. 
 Thou never canst deceived be, 
 
 Thou never canst deceive, 
 For Thou art Truth itself, and Thou 
 
 Dost tell me to believe. 
 
 hope. 
 
 2 My God! I firmly hope in Thee, 
 
 For Thou art great and good, 
 And gavest us ThiDe only Son, 
 
 To die upon the Eood. 
 I hope thro' Him for grace, to live 
 
 As Thy commandments teach; 
 And thro' Thy mercy when I die, 
 
 The joys of Heav'n to reach. 
 
 charity. 
 
 3 With all my heart, and soul, and strength, 
 
 I love Thee, O my Lord, 
 For Thou art perfect, and all things 
 
 Were made by Thy blest Word. 
 My neighbor to Thine image Thou, 
 
 Like me, wert pleased to make; 
 And as I love myself, I love 
 
 My neighbor for thy sake. 
 
 CONTRITION. 
 
 4 Most Holy God ! my very soul 
 
 With grief sincere is moved, 
 
138 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 Because I have offended Thee, 
 Whom I should e'er have loved. 
 
 Forgive me, Father! I am now 
 Kesolved to sin no more, 
 
 And by Thy holy grace to shun 
 What made me sin before. 
 
 I AM A LITTLE CATHOLIC. 
 
 Airs 111, 116. 
 
 1 I am a little Catholic, 
 
 And Christian is my name, 
 And I believe the Holy Church, 
 In every age the same. 
 
 2 The holy ancient Roman Church, 
 
 Enduring firmly still, 
 Where Christ her King hath planted her, 
 Upon St. Peter's hill. 
 
 3 Jerusalem she is above, 
 
 Our city and our home; 
 But after that same pattern is 
 The holy city Rome. 
 
 4 Time writes no wrinkle on her brow, 
 
 For thou art ever young; 
 Hail! Rome, eternal citadel, 
 
 From whence our Faith hath sprung. 
 
 THE ETEEtfAL FATHEE. 
 
 Airs 80, 85. 
 
 1 My God, how wonderful Thou art! 
 Thy Majesty how bright! 
 How beautiful Thy Meicy-Seat 
 In depths of burning light! 
 
MISCHLLAinOUS HYMNS. 139 
 
 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 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 . 
 
 5 Oh, then this worse than worthless heart 
 
 In pity deign to take, 
 And make it love Thee for Thyself, 
 And for Thy glory's sake. 
 
 6 Xo 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, 
 
 Oh. what a joy it is. 
 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, 
 3 and gaze on Thee! 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 Air 79. 
 
 1 This is the day our Lord 
 
 Hath choseo for His own; 
 Come, mortals, from your toil, 
 
 And worship at his throne. 
 Lift up your hearts in prayer, 
 
 And let your wants be known; 
 This is the day our Lord, 
 
 Hath chosen for His own. 
 
 2 The Lord made heaven and earth, 
 
 The stars, the moon, the sun, 
 And on the seventh day 
 
 His wondrous work was done. 
 In six days all were made, 
 
 The seventh day he blessed, 
 Because His work was o'er, 
 
 And this the day of rest. 
 
 3 From Sinai's burning mount 
 
 The Lord's commands were given, 
 And Israel shook with fear, 
 
 To hear the voice of heaven. 
 "The Sabbath-day is mine,' , 
 
 That voice was heard to say, 
 "Let all the people know, 
 
 And keep the Sabbath-day." 
 
 4 When Jesus came himself 
 
 Our erring souls to seek, 
 He made the Sabbath-day 
 
 The first day of the week; 
 That day the Saviour blessed, 
 
 His glorious work was done, 
 And heaven's eternal rest, 
 
 That day became our own. 
 
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 HAKE! MY SOUL, HOW EVEEY THING- 
 
 Airs 122, 20,22,33. 
 
 1 Hark! my soul, how every thing 
 Strives to serve our bounteous King: 
 Each a double tribute pays: 
 
 Sings its part and then obeys. 
 Nature's chief and sweetest choir, 
 Him with cheerful notes admire: 
 Chanting every day their lauds, 
 While the grove their song applauds. 
 
 2 Tho' their voices lower be, 
 Streams have, too, their melody: 
 Night and day they warbling run, 
 Never pause but still go on. 
 
 All the flow'rs that gild the spring, 
 Hither their still music bring: 
 If heav'n bless them, thankful, they 
 Smell more sweet, and look more gay. 
 
 3 Only we can scarce afford, 
 This short office to our Lord; 
 We, on whom His bounty flows, 
 All things gives, and nothing owes. 
 Wake for shame my slothful heart, 
 Wake, and gladly sing thy part; 
 Learn of birds, and springs, and flow'rs, 
 How to use thy noble powers. 
 
 4 Call all nature to thy aid, 
 Since 'twas He all nature made; 
 Join in one eternal song, 
 Who to one God all belong. 
 Live forever glorious Lord! 
 Live, by all Thy works adored: 
 One in Three, and Three in One, 
 Thrice we bow to Thee alone. 
 
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 OTJE GEEAT PE0TE0T0E. 
 
 Air 123. 
 
 1 The Lord himself, the mighty God, 
 
 Vouchsafes to be my guide; 
 The shepherd by whose constant care, 
 
 My wants are all supplied. 
 In verdant meads He makes me feed, 
 
 And gently there repose, 
 Then leads me to cool shades, 
 
 And where refreshing water flows. 
 
 2 He does my wandering soul reclaim, 
 
 And to His endless praise, 
 Instructs with humble zeal to walk, 
 
 In His most righteous ways. 
 I pass the gloomy vale of death, 
 
 Erom fear and danger free. 
 For there, His aiding rod and staff 
 
 Defend and comfort me. 
 
 3 In presence of my spiteful foes, 
 
 He does my table spread; 
 He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, 
 
 With oil anoints my head. 
 Since God doth thus His wondrous love, 
 
 Thro' all my life extend, 
 That life to Him I will devote, 
 
 And in His temple spend. 
 
 THOU AET, GOD ! THE LITE AND LIGHT, 
 
 Airs 42, 53, 118. 
 
 1 Thou art, O God! the life and light 
 Of all this wond'rous world we see — » 
 Its glow by day, its smile by night, 
 mf Are but reflections caught from Thee, 
 
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 Where'er we turn Thy glory shine, 
 And all things fair and bright are Thine. 
 Where'er we turn, &c. 
 
 When day with farewell beams delays 
 Among the op'ning clouds of even', 
 
 And we can almost think we gaze 
 Through golden vistas into Heaven; 
 
 Those hues that mark the sun's decline 
 
 bo soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine. 
 Those hues that mark, &c. 
 
 When night with wings of starry gloom, 
 O'ershadows all the earth and skies, 
 
 Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume 
 Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, 
 
 That sacred gloom, those fires divine 
 
 Sl> grand, so countless, Lord! are Thine. 
 That sacred gloom, &c. 
 
 When youthful spring around us breathes 
 Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh, 
 
 And ev'ry flower the summer wreathes, 
 Is born beneath that kindling eye; 
 
 Where'er we turn Thy glories shine, 
 
 And all things fair and bright are Thine. 
 Where'er we turn, &c. 
 
 PEAISE TE THE LOED. 
 
 Airs 80, 85. 
 
 1 Praise ye the Lord; on every height 
 Songs to His glory raise; 
 Ye angel hosts, ye stars of night, 
 Send forth your voice of praise : 
 
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 For His the word that gave you birth, 
 
 And majesty and might; 
 Praise to the Highest from the earth, 
 
 And let the deeps unite. 
 
 2 O fire and vapour, hail and snow, 
 
 Ye servants of His will: 
 O stormy winds, that only blow 
 
 His mandates to fulfil; 
 Ye mountains, rocks, to heav'n that rise; 
 
 Fair cedars of the wood; 
 All things of life that wing the skies, 
 
 Or track the plains for food. 
 
 3 Ye judges, rulers, kings, whose hand 
 
 The septre waves on high, 
 O youths and virgins of the land; 
 
 O age and infancy; 
 Praise ye His name, to whom alone 
 
 All homage should be given, 
 Whose glory from th' eternal throne 
 
 Spreads wide o'er earth and heav'n. 
 
 (Hymn of St. F m Xavier.) 
 
 MY GOD, I LOVE THEE. 
 
 Air 130. 
 
 My God, I love Thee, not because 
 
 I hope for heav'n thereby; 
 Nor yet that they who love Thee not 
 
 Must burn eternally. 
 Thou, O my Jesus, didst me 
 
 Upon the Cross embrace; 
 For me didst bear the nails and spear, 
 
 And manifold disgrace; 
 
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 And griefs and torments numberless, 
 
 And sweat of agony; 
 Even death itself; and all for one 
 
 Who was Thine enemy. 
 
 Then why, O Blessed Jesus Christ, 
 
 Should I not love thee well; 
 Not for the sake of winning Heaven, 
 
 Or of escaping hell: 
 Not with the hope of gaining aught, 
 
 Not seeking a reward: 
 But as Thyself has loved me, 
 
 O ever-loving Lord. 
 Ev'n so I love Thee, and will love, 
 
 And in Thy praise will sing; 
 Because Thon art my Lord and God 
 
 And my eternal King. 
 
 THE WOESHIP OF NATTJKE. 
 
 A us SO, 83,85. 
 
 1 Theke's worship where the roses bloom, 
 
 Where violets are found, 
 Among the flowers that bow at morn 
 
 With shining dew-drops crowned. 
 And all the blossoms, red and white, 
 
 That scent the leafy grove, 
 They, too, proclaim their Maker's name, 
 
 And thank Him for His love. 
 
 2 There's worship where the merry birds 
 
 Are flying o'er the plain; 
 And where they peck the berries bright, 
 
 Adown the shady lane. 
 And through the golden grain below, 
 
 Or blushing fruit above, 
 
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 They, too, proclaim their Maker's name, 
 And thank Him for His love. 
 
 3 There's worship in the foaming brook 
 
 That down the mountain pours; 
 And on the blue lake feathering 
 
 The boatman's lifted oars. 
 Where waters court the cooling shade, 
 
 And where they gaily rove, 
 They, too, proclaim their Maker's name, 
 
 And thank Him for His love. 
 
 4 There's worship on the grassy plain 
 
 Where shepherds tend their flocks, 
 And where the eagle builds his nest 
 
 High up among the rocks; 
 And where the fishes, great and small, 
 
 Beneath old ocean move, 
 They, too, proclaim their Maker's name, 
 
 And thank Him for His love. 
 
 5 There's worship in the countless worlds 
 
 That roll through boundless space; 
 The hand that fashioned all the stars, 
 
 Guides each one in its race. 
 These works of God pray not like man, 
 
 But while His might they prove, 
 Bid man proclaim their Maker's name, 
 
 And thank Him for His love. 
 
 DEAE OHILBEEU PEAISE THE LOKD. 
 
 Air 124. 
 
 1 Dear children, praise the Lord in all, 
 Early and late, in mirth and tears, 
 Lift up thy voice in earnest call, 
 With mingled love and holy fears. 
 
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 Cuo. — Dear children, praise His holy name! 
 Adore His presence, fear His word; 
 And O! in all, be this thy aim, 
 
 Still more and more to praise the 
 Lord! 
 
 2 Praise Him for all His mercies giv'n, 
 
 In flowing streams with lavish hand; 
 Who made thee that thy soul in heav'n, 
 Might ever in His presence stand. 
 Dear children, &c. 
 
 3 Praise Him who, in Baptismal rite, 
 
 Call'd thee from sin to life of grace, 
 Who pour'd on thee His holy light, 
 • To fit thee for thy hea\ 'nly place. 
 Dear children, &c. 
 
 4 Praise Him who in -His Church hath sent 
 
 Means to confirm, restore, uphold: 
 Who stays thy soul when it is faint, 
 And checks its course when over bold. 
 Dear children, &c. 
 
 5 Praise Him, who ev'ry gift above, 
 
 Has yet in store a gift more dear, 
 When to the Sacrament of love, 
 
 He bids thee come, and nothing fear. 
 Dear children, &c. 
 
 COME, LOUD ANTHEMS LET US SING. 
 
 Air 125. 
 
 1 O come, loud anthems let us sing, 
 Loud thanks to our Almighty King: 
 For we our voices high should raise, 
 Wuen our salvation':; Rock we praise. 
 
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 Cho. — Great is the Lord! what tongue can 
 frame 
 An equal honor to His name. 
 
 2 Into His presence let us haste, 
 
 To thank Him for His favors past; 
 To Him address, in joyful songs, 
 The praise that to His name belongs. 
 Great is the Lord! &c. 
 
 3 The depths of earth are in His hand, 
 Her secret wealth at His command; 
 
 The strength of hills that reach the skies, 
 Subjected to His empire lies. 
 Great is the Lord! &c. 
 
 4 O let us to His courts repair, 
 Anl bov\ r with adoration there; 
 Down on our knees, devoutly all 
 Befo'o the Lord, our Maker, fall. 
 
 Gre'ot is the Lord! &c. 
 
 WHEN SPEING UNLOCKS THE FLOWEES. 
 
 Airs 80, 85. 
 
 1 When spring unlocks the flowers gay, 
 
 To paint the laughing soil; 
 When summer's balmy showers 
 
 Refresh the mower's toil; 
 When winter binds in frosty chains 
 
 The fallow and ihe flood- 
 In truth, the earth rejoiceth still, . 
 
 And owns her Maker good. 
 
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 2 The birds that wake the morning up, 
 
 And those that love the shade: 
 The winds that sweep the mountain, 
 
 Or lull the drowsy glade; 
 The sun that from his amber bower 
 
 Rejoiceth on his way; 
 The moon and stars, their Master's name 
 
 In silent pomp display. 
 
 3 Shall man, the lord of nature, 
 
 And expectant of the sky, 
 fehali man, alone unthankful, 
 ^ His little praise deny? 
 No! let the year forsake its course, 
 
 The seasons cease to roll, 
 His Maker let him truly love 
 
 With all his heart and soul. 
 
 4 The flowers of spring may wither. 
 
 And the hope of summer fade; 
 The autumn drofup in winter, 
 
 The birds forsake the shade; 
 The winds be lull'd,— the sun and moon 
 
 Forget their course to run, 
 But he whose heart is right with heaven, 
 
 Finds glory but begun. 
 
 THE SMILE OP JESUS. 
 
 Airs 45, 84, 137. 
 
 1 Sweet is the face of nature, 
 When flowers deck the vales, 
 When air is tilled with fragrance 
 Wafted by vernal gales; 
 
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 Yet zephyrs vainly fan me, 
 And flow'rs to groves invite, 
 
 Without the smile of Jesus, 
 They give me no delight. 
 
 2 Ssve?t are the shady bowers, 
 
 The silent, still retreat; 
 The sunshine after showers, 
 
 And morning air are sweet; 
 But vain are nature's beauties, 
 
 And lost her sweets to me; 
 Dear Jesus, nought can charm me, 
 
 Without a smile from Thee . 
 
 3 Tho' crvstal streams meander, 
 
 And fertilize the plain, 
 Tho' gentle zephyrs wander, 
 
 And waft each jrieasing strain; 
 Tho' valleys, groves and fountains 
 
 Unite to charm my sight, 
 Without the smile of Jesus, 
 
 They cannot give delight. 
 
 4 Jesus, Thy smile of mercy 
 
 Can make my spirit whole, 
 And drive the shades of darkness 
 
 From niv afflicted soul. 
 O! pardon my transgressions, 
 
 And purify my heart, 
 Speak all my sins forgiven, 
 
 And bid my fears depart. 
 
 5 For Thee my soul doth languish, 
 
 While all my joys are fled, 
 Oh! smile away this anguish, 
 And raise my drooping head! 
 
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 Then saints shall hour my story, 
 
 And share my happiness, 
 While Thine shall be the glory, 
 
 And mine the endless bliss. 
 
 ALL TE PEOPLE GOD HATH MADE. 
 
 Airs 28, 42, 119. 
 
 1 O all ye people God hath made, 
 
 Sing glory to His holy name : 
 To Him be endless honors paid, 
 
 Let every tongue His praise proclaim. 
 
 Cho. — Praise to the Lord, who all things 
 made, 
 Give glory to His holy name, 
 To Him be endless honors paid, 
 
 Let every tongue His praise proclaim. 
 
 2 O sing His praise ye heav'nly choirs 
 
 Who stand around His awful throne, 
 Repeat on your immortal lyres, 
 That praise belongs to Him alone. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 3 Thou glorious sun, His image bright, 
 
 Who rul'st the seasons and the days, 
 And thou, fair moon, who rul'st the night, 
 Unite in your Creator's praise. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c 
 
 4 Praise Him ye stars, whose trembling lights, . 
 
 Lik'j scatter d pearls, adorn the sky; 
 Your silent course each heart invites, 
 To praise the Lord who reigns on high. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
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 5 Praise Him ye mounts, ye hills sublime — 
 
 Ye valleys dressed in living green: 
 Ye flow'rs declare to ev'ry clime, 
 His charm to mortal eye unseen. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 6 Praise Him ye founts, ye limpid streams, 
 
 Ye rapid rivers in your course, 
 Proclaim Him in your murm'ring themes, 
 Of ev'ry good tli' exhaustless source. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 7 Join voices, ye sweet feather'd throng, 
 
 Whose warbling notes to heaven arise, 
 Let woods and hills repeat your song, 
 And zephyrs waft it through the skies. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 8 O thou, for whom this wondrous frame, 
 
 And all these creatures were design'd— 
 O man! adore and praise His name 
 In whom all beauties are combin'd. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 THE CHUKCH OF THE SAINTS. 
 
 Airs 82, 83. 
 
 1 1'iiii never forsake Thee ; I never will be, 
 O Church of the Saints, an apostate from 
 
 thee; 
 Though friends may entice me, and fortune 
 
 may frown, 
 My Faith and my Church unto death I will 
 
 own. 
 
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 2 They may boast of their wealth, they may 
 
 talk ol their gold, 
 I'll be true to the Faith like the Martyrs of 
 
 old; 
 "A Catholic live, and a Catholic die," 
 Be this my life's watchword, at death my 
 
 last cry. 
 
 3 I may lose some advantage, and forfeit some 
 
 gain, 
 I may meet with unkindness and suffer 
 
 some pain; 
 Bat Jesus and Mary will surely bestow 
 Richer gifts than from sin and apostacy now. 
 
 4 They may call me a Papist, and laugh at my 
 
 creed; 
 'Tis the faith that will save in the hour of 
 
 need. 
 Let them talk, let them laugh; but when 
 
 death is at hand, 
 The priest is the only true friend in the 
 
 land. 
 
 5 Then we'll cling to the priest, and we'll cling 
 
 to the Pope; 
 We'll cling to Christ's Yicar, for Christ is 
 
 our hope; 
 We'll fight a good battle, and Mary the while 
 From her throne in the skies on her chil- 
 dren will smile. 
 
 GOD PRAISED IN HIS WORKS. 
 
 Air 126. 
 
 1 Come sound His praise abroad, 
 And hymns of glory sing, 
 
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 Jehovah is the Sovereign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 Solo. — Praise ye the Lord, 
 Cho. — Alleluia. 
 Solo. — Praise ye the Lord. 
 Cho. — Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, 
 Praise ye the Lord. 
 
 2 He for in 'd the deeps unknown, 
 
 He gave the seas their bounds, 
 The wat'ry worlds are all His own, 
 And all the solid ground. 
 Praise ye the Lord, &c. 
 
 3 Come, worship at His throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord; 
 "We are his work and not our own, 
 Hj form'd us by His word. 
 Praise ye the Lord, &c. 
 
 STEIKE THE HAEP. 
 
 Air 127. 
 1 Strike, strike the harp in praise of God! 
 Wake the timbrel's louder mirth! 
 Glorious the song must be 
 Of the Great Creator's worth. 
 Duo. 
 Nature in her calmness raises 
 
 Strains of gladness, peace, and love, 
 M m re-echoes forth her praises, 
 Glory to the God above. 
 
 Cho. — Strike, strike the harp in praise of God! 
 Wake the timbrel's louder mirth! 
 Glorious the song must be 
 Of the Great Creator's worth. 
 
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 2 Honor Him, ye host of heav'n! 
 
 rship ±iim ye realms of love! 
 \ >t with outward form alone, 
 
 But with hearts that purely glow. 
 
 Duo. 
 He who rules the earth, the ocean, 
 
 Keepeth silent watch o'er thee, 
 He can tell with what devotion. 
 Bows the heart or bends the knee. 
 Strike, strike,. &a 
 
 HOLT GOD, WE PKAISE THY NAME. 
 
 A r 12& 
 
 1 Holt God, we praise Thy name! 
 
 Lord of all we bow before Thee ! 
 Ad on earth Thy sceptre claim, 
 
 All in heav'n above adore Thee; 
 : Infinite Thy vast domain. 
 Everlasting is Thy name. : || 
 
 2 Hark ! the loud celestial hymn, 
 
 Angel choirs above are singing! 
 Cherubim and Seraphim, 
 
 In unceasing chorus praising; 
 | : Fill the heavens with sweet accord; 
 Holy! Holy! Holy Lord. : || 
 
 3 Lo! the apostolic train, 
 
 Join Thy sacred name to hallow! 
 Prophets swell the loud refrain, 
 
 And with white-robed martyrs follow; 
 : And from morn till set of sun, 
 Through the church the song goes on. : | 
 
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 4 Holy Father, Holy Son, 
 
 Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee, 
 While in essence only One, 
 
 Undivided God we claim Thee; 
 II : And adoring bend the knee, 
 "While we own the mystery. : || 
 
 5 Thou art King of glory, Christ! 
 
 Son of God, yet born of Mary, 
 For us sinners, sacrificed, 
 
 And to death a tributary: 
 || : First to break the bars of death, 
 Thou hast open'd Heav'n to Faith. : || 
 
 A YOUNG- MAN'S COLLOQUY WITH JESUS. 
 
 Airs 80, 83. 
 
 1 How sweet and pure Thy call divine, 
 
 That claims my youthful heart, 
 It tells me I may still be Thine 
 
 And see Thee as Thou art: 
 It makes me long for joys unknown 
 
 And sigh to burst life's ties; 
 One end in life it makes me own 
 
 And count all other — lies. 
 
 2 No more the world shall hold its sway, 
 
 Nor vain, nor silly pride; 
 [Religion's pure and genial ray 
 
 Shall be my light and guide. 
 If one affection still remain, 
 
 That clings not all to Thee, 
 Then break the bond, I heed no pain, 
 
 So that my soul be free! 
 
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 I give to Thee — Thou claim'st no more, 
 
 Though poor the offering be; 
 Alas! my neart is all the store 
 
 That I can give to Thee. 
 Then take it Lord! 'tis all Thine own, 
 
 It sighs! it sighs! for Thee: 
 Here fix for ever, Lord! Thy throne, 
 
 Thus shall I happy be. 
 
 Children's Hymn. 
 
 JESUS, GOD AND MAN! 
 
 Airs 44, 80. 
 
 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. 
 O Jesus! God and man! make us 
 
 Poor children dear to Thee; 
 And lead us to Thyself to love 
 
 Thee for eternity. 
 
 2 O Mary! Mother- maid thou art 
 
 The Mother of the poor: 
 Mary, to thee we look to make 
 
 Our souls' salvation sure. 
 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. 
 
 3 O Jesus! Mary's Son! on Thee 
 
 For grace we children call; 
 Make us all men to love, but Thee 
 To love beyond them all. 
 
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 O Jesus bless us in our work, 
 And all our sins forgive; 
 
 O happy, happy they who in 
 The church of Jesus live! 
 
 THE TEN COMMANDMENTS. 
 
 Airs 111, 116. 
 
 I. 
 
 I am the Lord — and thou shalt serve 
 
 No other gods but me; 
 Religion true thou shalt observe, 
 
 Faith, Hope, and Charity. 
 
 II. 
 
 Thou shalt not take God's name in vain. 
 
 Nor swear unlawfully; 
 Things holy thou shalt not profane, 
 
 Nor curse irreverently. 
 
 in. 
 
 Remember that thou sanctify 
 
 The holy Sabbath Day, 
 Work not without necessity, 
 
 Hear holy Mass, and pray. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thy par ants honor, serve, and love, 
 
 And cheerfully obey; 
 And servants must obedient prove 
 
 When without sin they may. 
 
 V. 
 
 Thou shalt not Kill, nor vengeance take, 
 
 Nor hate thy enemy, 
 Forgive and love for Jesus' sake 
 
 AH that have injured thee. 
 
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 VI. 
 
 Do NOT COMMIT ADULTERY, 
 
 In thoughts, words, deeds, or looks; 
 Beware of evil company, 
 
 And read not dangerous books. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Thou shalt not Steal, nor keep, nor waste, 
 
 Nor cheat in any way; 
 Hi-gotten goods restore in haste; 
 
 And lawiul debts repay. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 False witness thou shalt never bear, 
 
 Nor tell a willful lie : 
 Detraction, if thou canst, repair, 
 
 As well as calumny. 
 
 IX and X. 
 
 Thou shalt not Covet neighbour's wife, 
 
 Nor look with lustful eye; 
 Thou shalt not Covet neighbour's goods, 
 
 Nor eye them enviously. 
 All this dost Thou command, O Lord! 
 
 We cheerfully obey; 
 And look to heaven for our reward 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 THE EEWAED OP GOOD WOEKS. 
 
 Air 129. 
 
 1 Yes, Heaven is the prize! 
 
 My soul shall strive to gain; 
 One glimpse of Paradise 
 Rex^ays a life of pain. 
 
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 Cho. — 'Tis Heaven! yes, Heaven! 
 Yes, Heaven is the prize! 
 'Tis Heav'n! yes, Heaven! 
 Yes, Heaven is the prize. 
 
 2 Yes, Heaven is the prize! 
 
 My soul, oh, think of this; 
 All earthly goods despise 
 For such a crown of bliss. 
 'Tis Heaven! &c. 
 
 3 Yes, Heaven is the prize! 
 
 When sorrows press around, 
 Look up beyond the skies, 
 
 Where hope and strength are found. 
 'Tis Heaven! &c. 
 
 4 Yes, Heaven is the prize! 
 
 Oh! 'tis not hard to gain; 
 He surely wins who tries, 
 For hope can conquer pain, 
 'Tis Heaven! &c. 
 
 5 Yes, Heaven is the prize! 
 
 Death opens wide the door; 
 And then the spirit flies 
 To God for evermore. 
 'Tis Heaven! &c. 
 
 SWEET THE MOMENTS. 
 
 Air 130. 
 
 1 Sweet the moments rich in blessing, 
 Which before the cross I spend; 
 Life and health and peace possessing, 
 From the sinner's dying friend. 
 
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 Hero I sit, for ever viewing 
 
 Mercys streams in streams of blood; 
 Precious drops my soul bedewing, 
 
 Make my final peace with God. 
 
 2 Truly blessed is this station, 
 
 Low before the cross to lie, 
 Besting in the sweet compassion, 
 
 Of His mortal agony. 
 Here alone I find my heaven, 
 
 On the Lamb to humbly gaze; 
 Feel how much has been forgiven, 
 
 To His own eternal praise. 
 
 3 Love and grief my heart dividing, 
 
 Here I'll spend my latest breath; 
 Constant still in faith abiding, 
 
 Life deriving from His death. 
 May I still enjoy this feeling, 
 
 In all need to Jesus go; 
 Prove each day His wounds more healing, 
 
 And Himself more deeply know. 
 
 HAPPY WE, WHO THUS UNITED. 
 
 Airs 3, 130. 
 
 1 Happy we, who thus united 
 
 Join in cheerful melody; 
 Praising Jesus, Mary, Joseph, 
 
 In the " Holy Family.' ■ 
 Jesus, Mary, Joseph, help us, 
 
 That we ever true may be 
 To the promises that bind us 
 
 To the "Holy Family." 
 
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 2 Jesus, whose almighty bidding 
 
 All created things fulfill, 
 Lives on earth in meek subjection 
 
 To His earthly parents' will. 
 Sweetest Infant, make us patient 
 
 And obedient for Thy sake; 
 Teach us to be chaste and gentle, 
 
 All our stormy passions break. 
 
 3 Mary! thou alone wert chosen 
 
 To be Mother of thy Lord: 
 Thou didst guide the early footsteps 
 
 Of the Great Incarnate Word. 
 Dearest Mother! make us humble; 
 
 For thy Son will take His rest 
 In the poor and lowly dwelling 
 
 Of a humble sinner's breast. 
 
 4 JosejDh! thou wert called the father 
 
 Of thy Maker and thy Lord; 
 Thine it was to save thy Saviour 
 
 From the cruel Herod's sword. 
 Suffer us to call thee father; 
 
 Show to us a father's love; 
 Lead us safe through every danger 
 
 Till we meet in heaven above. 
 
 THE MOST HOLT SAOKIPIOE of the MASS. 
 
 Airs 81, 143. 
 
 1 When the Patriarch was returning 
 
 Crown'd with triumph from the fray, 
 Him the peaceful King of Salem 
 Came to meet upon his way; 
 || : Meekly bearing Bread and Wine 
 Holy Priesthood's awful sign!:!! 
 
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 2 On the truth thus dimly shadow'd, 
 
 Later days a lustre shed; 
 When the great High -Priest eternal, 
 
 Under forms of Wine and Bread, 
 || : For the world's immortal food 
 
 Gave His Flesh and gave His Blood. : || 
 
 3 Wondrous gift! — the Word Who moulded 
 
 All things by His might divine, 
 Bread into His body changes, 
 
 Into His own Blood the wine; 
 || : What though sense no change perceives, 
 Faith admires, adores, believes!: || 
 
 4 He Who once to die a. Victim 
 
 On the Cross did not refuse, 
 Day by day upon our altars 
 
 That same sacrifice renews; 
 || : Through His holy Priesthood's hands 
 Faithful to His last commands!: |j 
 
 5 While the people all uniting 
 
 In the sacrifice sublime, 
 Offer Christ to His High Father, 
 Offer up themselves with Him, 
 II : Then together with the Priest 
 On the living Victim feast, : || 
 
 JMEass Hymns. 2fo, 1 
 
 AT THE COMMENCEMENT. 
 
 JUV133. 
 
 1 On bended knee a guilty race, 
 Before Thee we appear: 
 O grant us, Lord, thy saving grace, 
 Our sighs of sorrow hear. 
 
164 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 That we're unworthy, Lord, we own, 
 But let Thy mercy still be shown, 
 And on us sinners pity take, 
 For Thine and our sweet Jesus' sake, 
 For Jesus' sake, for Jesus' sake, 
 For Thy sweet Jesus' sake. 
 
 2 Full grieyously we've sinned we know, 
 Far, far from duty swerved; 
 But yet, kind Lord, hold back the blow, 
 
 Too well by sin deserved. 
 Forget not all the blood He shed, 
 Thy Son, our Brother, on whose head 
 Tli ou once didst lay that guiltiness, 
 Which now in sorrow we confess, 
 We now confess, we now confess, 
 In sorrow we confess. 
 
 AT THE GLOKIA. 
 
 Air 134. 
 
 1 Let glory in the highest, 
 
 Be given, Lord, to Thee; 
 On earth with men of good willy 
 
 Let peace for ever be. 
 We praise Thee, we adore Thee, 
 
 Thee bless and magnify, 
 And for Thine own great glory, 
 
 We thank Thee, Lord most high. 
 
 2 And Thou, Lord, co-eternal, 
 
 God's sole begotten Son, 
 O Jesus, our anointed, 
 
 Who hast redemption won. 
 
MISCEliLAXEOL'J HYMNS. 1G3 
 
 Who for the world's trausgressions, 
 
 Dost ever more atone, 
 O Lamb, who guilt absolves t, 
 
 To us be mercy shown. 
 
 AT THE GOSPEL. 
 
 Air 135. 
 
 1 That we've been born in Christian land, 
 
 O Lord our thanks receive; 
 The Holy Gospel at Thy hand 
 We take, and \> e believe. 
 
 2 Yet still that we may understand, 
 
 Nor from Thy teaching stray; 
 To Holy Church, by Thy command, 
 We listen and obey. 
 
 AT THE OFFEETOKY. 
 
 Air 136. 
 
 1 Accept, Almighty Father, 
 
 These gifts of bread and wine, 
 Which now the Priest is offering, 
 
 For us before Thy shrine; 
 But soon the Word will make them 
 
 His body and His blood, 
 The sacrifice renewing, 
 
 Once offered on the Rood. 
 
 2 With these, altho' unworthy, 
 
 Some offering we make, 
 Bat all we have Thou gayest, 
 ' Then what thou gavest, take; 
 
166 miscellaneous imr^s. 
 
 Our heart, oir soul, our senses, 
 We give thro' Mary's hands, 
 
 Who by the cross once standing, 
 Now by the altar stands. 
 
 AT THE SANOTUS. 
 
 Air 137. 
 
 1 Hark! hark! the angels singing 
 
 Txirough all the heav'nly coasts, 
 'Tis -Holy! Holy! Holy! 
 
 Art Thou Lord God of Hosts!" 
 Tha starry sky around us, 
 
 The shining earth below, 
 The greatness of Thy glory 
 
 In bright effulgence show. 
 
 2 Then children, join your voices, 
 
 And sing with one accord 
 1 ' Thrice blessed He who cometh 
 
 In Thy name, mighty Lord." 
 Hosanna in the highest! 
 
 To David's Son intone; 
 Thus may we sing in glory 
 
 Eor ever 'round His throne. 
 
 AFTER THE ELEVATION. 
 
 Air 138. 
 
 1 See, Heav'nly Father! see the off'ring, 
 Which now upon Thy altar lies; 
 It is Thy Son, Thy well-beloved, 
 
 Whom Thou hast senli us from the skies. 
 
31ISC S HYMNS. 
 
 iiildren, 
 >Ugh Hiin Thy mercy we implore; 
 For os He came, for lis He labored; 
 Anguish and death for us He bore. 
 
 He gives himself a free oblation 
 
 In humble forms of bread and wine; 
 For mine and all mankind's salvation, 
 
 Is offered up the Lamb Divine. 
 Showing in earnest of our ransom 
 
 The bloody nailprints in His hands; 
 Thou canst not, Lord, refuse to hear Him; 
 
 Behold, for us He pleading stan 
 
 AT THE COMMUNION. 
 
 Air 139. 
 
 1 O Lord I am not worthy 
 
 That Thou shouldst come to me, 
 But speak the words of comfort, 
 My spirit healed shall be. 
 
 2 And humbly I'll receive Thee, 
 
 The Bridegroom of my soul, 
 No more by sin to grieve Thee, 
 Or rly Thy sweet control. 
 
 AT THE CLOSE, 
 
 Aw 140. 
 
 1 The Sacrifice is ended, 
 
 Atonement has ben made, 
 The Lamb from Heav'n descended, 
 Our ransom full has paid. 
 
168 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 Then let our paeans, swelling, 
 Re-echo thro' the sky, 
 
 In praise of Jesus, dwelling 
 At God's right hand on high. 
 
 Mass Hymns. JTo. 2. 
 
 NOW JESUS CHRIST'S TRUE PLESH. 
 
 Airs 2, 11, 120. 
 
 1 Now Jesus Christ's true flesh and blood, 
 
 Will be our Sacrifice Divine, 
 The same in Mass as on the Cross, 
 
 Though under forms of bread and wine. 
 
 OFFERING. 
 
 2 We offer, then, the Holy Mass, 
 
 Thee, our Creator, to adore, 
 To thank Thee for Thy glorious gifts, 
 And praise Thy name for evermore. 
 
 3 We pray for pardon and for grace, 
 
 To change the lives that we have led, 
 And beg Thee, for Thy Son's dear sake, 
 To bless the living and the dead. 
 
 ACT OF CONTRITION. 
 
 Airs 2, 11, 120. 
 
 1 O Father let Thy guilty child, 
 
 Call Thee by that dear name again; 
 O think how Thy sweet Jesus died, 
 Imploring grace for sinful men. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 1C9 
 
 2 I love Thee, God, Thou art so good, 
 
 And therefore for my sins I grieve; 
 I hate them, and will sin no more, 
 And bad occasions I will leave. 
 
 3 Thy Gospel, Jesus, we believe, 
 
 And for Thy help we humbly pray, 
 That we in thought, and word, and deed, 
 Thy holy Gospel may obey. 
 
 THE CANON OP THE MASS. 
 
 Airs 2, 11, 120. 
 
 1 O God be ever with Thy Church ; 
 
 The Pope and all its Pastors bless; 
 Bless every day our parents dear, 
 Give them eternal happiness. 
 
 2 We pray for all who want our prayers, 
 
 To all poor sinners mercy show; 
 
 Ah! why should Jesus die in vain, 
 
 To save them from eternal woe? 
 
 3 We praise Thy saints, may they for us 
 
 With Jesus kindly intercede; 
 May Mary pray her sweetest prayer, 
 To help her children in their need. 
 
 4 O God, 'tis now the solemn hour, 
 
 When bread and wine are truly made 
 The flesh and blood of Jesus Christ, 
 By words of Consecration said. 
 
 ACTS OF PAITH AND AD0EATI0N. 
 
 Airs 2, 11, 120. 
 1 O Heavens, Earth! this wonder- hear, 
 What was but earthly bread and wine, 
 
170 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 By God Almighty's wond'rons power 
 
 Is now Cnrisfc's flesh and blood Divine. 
 So God has said, so we believe, 
 The Word of God cannot deceive. 
 
 2 O Jesus, God, Creator, Judge, 
 
 Thee present, humbly we adore, 
 To Thee in this great Sacrament 
 
 Be praise and glory evermore. 
 May every tongue to Thee confess, 
 May every heart Thy presence bless. 
 
 3 Behold, O God, the precious blood 
 
 Of Jesus on the altar lies; 
 O Father, hear! how Jesus' blood 
 
 For grace and mercy londly cries. 
 To Thee it speaketh to forgive, 
 Forgive us then that we may live. 
 
 4 The holy Sacrifice of Mass 
 
 Assists the souls in Purgatory; 
 Through this most holy sacrifice 
 
 O God of mercy hear their cry. 
 May they receive eternal rest, 
 And with the light of heaven be blest. 
 
 SPIRITUAL COMMUNION. 
 
 Airs 3, 18, 130. 
 
 1 In this Sacrament, Sweet Jesus, 
 
 Thou dost give Thy flesh and blood. 
 With Thy soul and Godhead also 
 As our own most precious food. 
 
10SGBLIiAN1.0C7S HYMNS. 171 
 
 Yes, dear Jesus, I believe it, 
 
 And Thy presence I adore, 
 And with all my heart I love Thee, 
 
 May I love Thee more and more. 
 
 Come, sweet Jesus, in Thy mercy, 
 
 Give Thy flesh and blood to me; 
 Come to me, O dearest Jesus, 
 
 Come, my soul's true life to be. 
 Come, that I may live forever, 
 
 Thou in me and I in Thee; 
 Laving thus I shall not perish. 
 
 But shall live eternally. 
 
 Blessed be the love of Jesus, 
 
 Giving us His flesh and blood, 
 Blessed be His Mother Mary, 
 
 Mother ever kind and good. 
 Blessed bo the great St. Joseph, 
 
 Sing then with devotion true; 
 ' Dearest Jesus, Mary, Joseph, 
 
 Heart and soul I give to you." 
 
 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 Airs 2, 11, 12a 
 
 1 Great God we thank Thee for the grace 
 
 Oi hearing holy Mass this day; 
 On Sunday may we always come 
 To hear the holy Mass and pray. 
 
 2 Then may the grace ox holy Mass 
 
 Be with us still in all our need, 
 And keep us from the stain of sin, 
 
 In ev^-ry thought, and word, and deed. 
 
172 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 EULE OF LIFE. 
 
 Air 141. 
 
 1 In the morning when I waken, 
 
 With the Cross I sign myself, 
 And say, " Jesus, Mary, Joseph, 
 
 I give you my heart and soul." 
 Cho.— Then when dress' d I kneel devoutly, 
 
 And I say my morning pray'rs; 
 With the Cross I ask a blessing, 
 
 Both before and after meals. 
 
 2 When 'tis evening kneeling humbly, 
 
 My night pray'rs I say tu God; 
 Then my conscience I examine, 
 
 And ask pardon for my sins. 
 Cho.— When in bed I think of Jesus, 
 
 And my arms fold like a cross, 
 And say, " Jesus, Mary Joseph, 
 
 I give you my heart and soul." 
 
 3 With this pray'r each word I offer, 
 
 "Jesus, I do all for you." 
 " Jesus, Mary, help me," saying, 
 From temptation quick I go. 
 Cho.— From occasions whicn are sinful, 
 And bad company I fly; 
 O my God I promise never 
 To commit a mcrfcal sin. 
 
 THE OHEISTIAFS SONG. 
 
 Air 142. 
 
 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. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS HY3ENS. 173 
 
 Cho. — Oh, Sion's songs are sweet to sing, 
 With melodies of gladness laden; 
 Hark! how the harps of angels ring, 
 I,: Hail, Son of Man ! Hail, Mother 
 Maiden!: || 
 
 2 Blest is the hope that holds to God, 
 
 In donbt and darkness still unshaken; 
 And sings along the heav'nly road 
 
 Sweetest when most it seems forsaken. 
 Oh, Sion'.i songs, &c. 
 
 3 Blest is the love that cannot love 
 
 Aught that earth gives of best and bright- 
 est; 
 Whose raptures thrill like saints' above 
 Most when its earthly gifts are lightest. 
 Oh, Sion's songs, &c. 
 
 THE POUK GEEAT TBUTHS. 
 
 A ir 143. 
 
 1 In One God there are Three Persons, 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 
 God the Son, the Second Person, 
 
 Was made man, and died for us; 
 God rewards the good in heaven, 
 
 And He sends the bad to hell, 
 When baptized we are made Christians, 
 
 And are cleansed from Adam's sin. 
 
 2 Confirmation strengthens Christians, 
 
 And gives them the Holy Ghost; 
 Holy Eucharist is the Body 
 And the Blood of Jesus Christ; 
 
174 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 But to sight and other senses, 
 It appears like bread and wine; 
 
 After baptism penance pardons 
 All the sins that we commit. 
 
 3 Extreme Unction gives in sickness 
 
 Grace to die a happy death; 
 Holy Orders gives to bishops, 
 
 Priests, and others, pow'r and grace. 
 Then in marriage grace is given 
 
 By a Christian Sacrament, 
 To be faithful and to bring up 
 
 Children in the fear of God. 
 
 WELCOME TO OUK PASTOE. 
 
 Air 145. 
 
 Cho. — Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! 
 Greet ye the honored and dear, 
 Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! 
 || : All that we love and revere. : || 
 
 1 But first let the song of our welcome as- 
 
 cend, 
 To greet thee, our Pastor, our father and 
 
 friend, 
 Anointed of God and our guide for above, 
 We greet thee, we greet thee with gladness 
 
 and love. 
 
 Welcome! &c. 
 
 2 As the flow'rs of the forest unfold to the 
 
 sun, 
 So our young hearts rejoice as in kindness 
 you come, 
 
MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 175 
 
 As they brighten to beauty beneath its warm 
 ray, 
 
 Let your smiles and applause give us cour- 
 age to-day. 
 Welcome! &c. 
 
 Song of Welcome to a JZishop or Pastor. 
 
 VIYAT! VIVAT! 
 
 Air 146. 
 Vivat! Vivat! Vivat Pastor bonus! 
 Yivat! Vivat! Vivat in seternum. 
 Et accedentes laati dixerunt, 
 Et accedentes lseti dixerunt, 
 Vivat! vivat! vivat! vivat! vivat Pastor 
 bonus. 
 
 GOD BLESS OUE POPE. 
 
 Air 119. 
 Full in the panting heart of Rome, 
 Beneath th' Apostles' crowning dome, 
 From pilgrims' lips that kiss the ground, 
 Breathes in all tongues one only sound — 
 God bless our Pope, the great, the gcod ! 
 
 3 times* 
 
 The golden roof, the marble walls, 
 The Vatican's majestic halls, 
 The note redouble, till it tills 
 With echoes sweet the Seven Hills — 
 
 God bless our Pope, the great, the good ! 
 
 3 times. 
 
 From torrid South to frozen North 
 The wave harmonious stretches forth, 
 Yet strikes no chord more tiue to Rome's 
 Than rings within our hearts and homes — 
 God bless our Pope, the great, the good ! 
 
 3 times. 
 
176 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 
 
 4 For, like the sparks of unseen fire 
 That speak along the magic wire, 
 
 From home to home, from heart to heart, 
 These words of countless children dart — 
 God bless our Pope, the great, the good ! 
 
 3 times, 
 
 5 To homes and hearts of saints above, 
 Which link'd with ours in thought and love, 
 Repeating, bless the pilgrims' strain, 
 
 As showers enrich with borrowed rain — 
 God bless our Pope, the great, the good ! 
 
 3 times. 
 
 VENI JESU AMOE MI. 
 
 Air 131. 
 
 Yeni Jesu Amor mi, 
 
 Veni, Veni, Veni amor Jesu 
 
 Veni Jesu Amor mi, 
 
 Yeni O Amor mi. 
 
 Yeni Jesu Amor mi, 3 times. 
 
 Yeni, Yeni, O Amor mi, ' 
 
 Yeni Amor mi, Yeni Amor mi. 
 
 EVENING SONG. 
 
 Air 144. 
 O how sweet, when daylight closes, 
 When the western sun reposes, 
 And the dew is on the roses; 
 Brothers then how sweet to rove 
 Through the meadows and the grove. 
 O how sweet the bell's low pealing, 
 On the ear so softly stealing! 
 Home we go with grateful feeling, 
 Pray to God who reigns above, 
 And with songs of praise and love, 
 Sink to rest. — 5 times. 
 
DEVOTIONS FOE MASS. 
 
 Prayer before Mass. 
 
 MOST merciful Father, who didst so love the world as 
 to give ap thy beloved Son for our redemption, vouch- 
 safe, through his infinite merits, to accept this Holy Sac- 
 rifice for thy greater honor and glory; in thanksgiving 
 for all thy benefits ; for the remission of our sins; and 
 to obtain all the graces necessary for our salvation. 
 Grant, my God, that this Holy Sacrifice may ascend in 
 the odor of sweetness to the throne of mercy in our 
 behalf, to be to us an unfailing source of grace here, and 
 a pledge of eternal life hereafter. Amen. 
 
 CONFITEOR. 
 
 The Priest at the foot of the Altar. 
 
 I Confess. my God ! not only in thy presence, who 
 
 seest the secrets of hearts, but in the presence of all the 
 
 in heaven, and of all the faithful on earth, that I 
 
 have often and grievously offended thee by my thoughts. 
 
 actions and omissions. Yes, I have sinned, O 
 
 I ! I have sinned ; I acknowledge it to my shame, 
 
 and with the most hitter regret. I have abused all thy 
 
 gifts. I am unworthy to appear before thee. But thv 
 
 mercies, O my God ! are above all thy works; thou wilt 
 
 not despise a contrite and humble heart. 
 
 O most holy Virgin ! and ye Angels and Saints of 
 heaven ! I humbly beseech you to intercede for me. 
 Vouchsafe. O Lord ! to listen to their prayers. Grant to 
 the ardor of their supplications, what thou mayest justly 
 refuse to the coldness of mine, and to their services so 
 pleasing in thy sight, that pardon to which my offences 
 can have no claim. 
 
 KYRIE ELEISOX. 
 
 Though I were at every instant of my life to cry out, 
 Lord, have mercy on me ! this would still be unequal to 
 the number and quality of my offences. But though, 
 
 after long repeating this prayer, thou shouldst appear to 
 trd me. I would still redouble my importuuity, and 
 
178 DEVOTIONS FOR MASS. 
 
 cry out, with a louder and more animated voice, as the 
 woman of Canaan and the blind man of Jericho did : 
 "Jesus, son of David! have mercy on me!" Be not 
 then tired, O Lord ! of my supplications. I know that 
 thou lovest to be importuned. If, as yet, thy goodness 
 has not granted my pardon, my perseverance shall at 
 length engage thee to grant it. Have pity, bountiful 
 Creator, on the work of thy hands. Father of mer- 
 cies ! grant pardon to thy children. 
 
 GLORIA IN EXCELSTS. 
 
 Glory be to God on high, and peace on earth to men 
 of good will. We praise thee. We bless thee. We 
 adore thee. We glorify thee. We give thee thanks for 
 thy great glory. O Lord God ! O heavenly King ! O 
 God, the Father Almighty ! O Lord Jesus Christ the 
 only begotten Son ! O Lord God ! Lamb of God ! Sen 
 of the Father ! O thou, who takest away the sins of the 
 world ! have mercy on us. O thou who takest away tl e 
 sins of the world ! receive our prayer. O thou, who Bit- 
 test at the right hand of the Father ! have mercy on us. 
 For thou alone art holy. Thou alone art Lord. Thou 
 alone art most high, O Jesus Christ ! together with the 
 Holy Ghost, in the glory of God the Father. Amen. 
 
 THE COLLECT. 
 
 Almighty and eternal God, we humbly beseech thee 
 to look down upon this congregation from thy heavenly 
 sanctuary, and graciously hear those prayers of thy 
 Church, addressed to thee* for us all, by the ministry of 
 the priest. 
 
 Grant us, in thy infinite mercy, pardon for our sins, 
 health of mind and body, peace in our days, unity and 
 increase of Catholic Faith, fervor of charity, sincere de- 
 votion, patience in suffering, and every thing conducive 
 to thy glory, through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. 
 
 THE EPISTLE. 
 
 O Eternal God ! who never ceasest to excite us to the 
 worship and love of thy holy name, and to arm us 
 against all the attacks of the world, the liesh and the 
 devil, by the public ministry of thy Church, by the 
 doctrine of thy prophets and apostles, and by many other 
 holy admonitions ; grant, we may faithfully attend to 
 
DEVOTIONS FOR MASS. 179 
 
 these lessons of salvation, that thus our knowledge of thy 
 law may never rise in judgment against us, bur guide um 
 securely to thee, through Christ our Lord. Amen. 
 
 THE GOSPEL. 
 
 It is not thy interpreters, O God ! who are now to in- 
 struct me ; it is thy only Son ; it is his word I am going 
 
 to hear. I most gratefully embrace this heavenly doc 
 trine. I rise up and declare, in the face of Leaven and 
 earth, that 1 will walk faithfully in that way which he 
 hath marked out for me. He tells me here, that it wili 
 avail a man nothing to gain the whole world, if he lose 
 his own soul; that the sensual, the covetous, the world- 
 ling, the libertine, the detractor, and such as are insensible 
 to the miseries of the poor, shall have no share of his 
 heavenly kingdom ; and that in order to become his 
 disciple, I must take up my cross and follow him. 1 
 receive, with all my heart, these sacred maxims : grant 
 me the grace to put them in practice. For to what pur- 
 pose, my Jesus ! should I declare myself thy disciple, 
 if I were not to live according to thy Gospel I 
 
 THE CREED. 
 
 I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, maker of 
 heaven and earth, and all things visible and invisible. 
 And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of 
 God : and born of the Father before all ages. God of 
 God ; Light of Light ; true God of true God ; begotten 
 not made ; consubstantiai with the Father, by whom all 
 tilings were made. Who for us men and for our salva- 
 tion, came down from heaven, and became incarnate by 
 the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary, ASD WAS MADE 
 MAN. [Here the people male a aenvfiectioji.) He was 
 crucified also for us, suffered under Pontius Pilate, and 
 was buried. And the third day he rose again, accord- 
 ing to the Scriptures. And ascended into heaven, hitteth 
 at the right hand of the Father. And he is to come 
 again with glory to judge both the living and the dead, 
 of whose kingdom there shall he no end. And in the 
 Holy Ghost, the Lord and Giver of life, who proceedeth 
 from the Father and the Sen, who together with the 
 Father and the Son. is adored and glorified ; who 8] oke 
 by the prophets. And one holy Catholic and A; 
 Church. I confess one baptism for the remission of siv.s. 
 And I expect ihe resurrection of the dead. And tl:e life 
 of the v.orl 1 to come. Amen. 
 
180 DEVOTIONS FO"K MASS. 
 
 THE OFFERTORY. 
 
 O Holy Father, Almighty and Eternal God! how 
 unworthy soever 1 be to appear in thy presence, I dare 
 to offer tUee this host, by the hands of the priest, with 
 that intention which Christ my Saviour had, when he 
 first instituted this sacrifice, and which he has, at this 
 very instant, that he immolates himself for us. I offer it 
 in acknowledgement of thy supreme dominion over me 
 and all creatures. I offer it in expiation of my crimes, 
 and in thanksgiving for all thy benefits. I offer it to 
 obtain of thy infinite goodness, for my parents, benefac- 
 tors, friends and enemies, all those precious graces which 
 only through him can be obtained, who is the Just One 
 by excellence, and who became a victim for the sins of 
 men. 
 
 Accept then, O Lord ! this ineffable sacrifice, as a 
 sweet odor, and permit me to unite to this sacred oblation 
 the sacrifice of my soul and body and whatever I am or 
 have. Change me, O Lord ! and make me a new crea- 
 ture in Christ, as thou art going to change this bread and 
 wine by thy power, to make them the body and blood of 
 tuy Son. 
 
 the washing of the fingers. 
 
 Oh ! what cleanliness and purity of heart should we 
 not bring with us to this great sacrifice ! But alas ! I bid 
 a poor, unclean sinner. Oh ! wash me, dear Lord ! from 
 all the stains of sin, in the blood of the Lamb, that I may 
 be worthy to be present at these heavenly mysteries. 
 
 WHEN THE PRIEST SAYS, ORATE FRATRES. 
 
 Receive, O Lord, from the hands of the priest, the sac- 
 rifice which is now prepared, for the praise and glory of 
 thy name, for our benefit and that of all thy holy Church. 
 Graciously hear the prayers which she now offers to thee, 
 by the mouth of her minister, and mercifully grant us all 
 tne graces which thou knowest to be necessary for our 
 salvation. 
 
 THE PREFACE. 
 
 Do thou thyself, O Lord ! raise up my heart ; inflame 
 it with love : free it from earthly affections ; let me be 
 all in heaven, where my Treasure is, and on the altar, 
 where lie is going to be.* My life. O Lord ! is a continued 
 succession of thy favors. Oh ! let my thanksgivings be 
 
DEVOTIONS FOH MASS. 181 
 
 also uninterrupted ; and since thou art going to renew 
 t^ie greatest or sacrifices, should I not also break forth 
 into" the most lively acknowledgements I Permit me, 
 
 then, Lord ! to join my feeble voice with all the heav- 
 enly Spirits, and to say with them, in transports of joy 
 
 and admiration, Holy* holy, holy is the Lord God of 
 hosts ! The heavens and earth are filled with his glory ! 
 Blessed is he who eometh in the name of the Lord! eter- 
 nal King and God, as he who sends him ! 
 
 THE CANON. 
 
 Father of mercy ! graciously receive, by the hands 
 of the priest, this most holy sacrifice in union with that 
 which thy beloved Son offered up to ti.ee during his 
 whole life, at his last supper, and on the cross. Look 
 down on thy Christ, thy dearest and only begotten, 
 in whom thou art always well pleased: and by the in- 
 finite merits of his incarnation, of his nativity, of his tears, 
 labors, sufferings and death, have mercy upon me, and 
 upon all those for whom I ought to pray, [here name the 
 particular persons.] my parents, brethren, friends, bene- 
 factors, relations, and those who have injured me, or 
 whom I have injured. I also beseech thee to guard, pros- 
 per, and extend the holy Catholic Church ; to pour down 
 thy blessing upon our chief pastor the Pope, upon the 
 bishops and all the clergy ; enlighten and guide them in 
 the way of salvation. Bless and preserve our rulers and 
 all our fellow -citizens. Look upon us all, I beseech thee 
 with eyes of mercy and compassion. Bring us all to the 
 perfect practice of a holy and virtuous life here, and to 
 t e possession of thy eternal glory hereafter. May we 
 all know thee; may we fear, love, and glorify tl.ee, 
 through the same Jesus Christ, who, with thee and the 
 ■ hostjliveth and reigneth one God, world without 
 end. Amen. 
 
 WHEN THE PRIEST EXTENDS HIS HANDS OVER Tilt: 
 CHALICE. 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, who art about, by the words of 
 the priest, to change the bread into thy body and the 
 wine into thy blood, change me also wholly by your 
 grace, destroy my passioDS, cause me to forsake my evil 
 inclinations, and to have no other affections than to love 
 you, and perform all you command me. 
 
182 DEVOTIONS FOR ItfASS. 
 
 AT THE ELEVATION. 
 
 C S'icramcnt most holy! Sacrament divine! All 
 praise and all thanksgiving, he every moment Thine. 
 
 Eternal Father! I offer Thee the Precious Blood of 
 Jesus, in satisfaction for my sins, and for the wants of 
 Holy Church, 
 
 Kis Ho'iness Pius IX., by a brief dated Sept. 30th, 1^59, 
 rrantel to the recitation of the following prayer, an indulgence 
 oi'soo days. By a new rescript this indulgence was increased to 
 3 years, a d a plenary indulgence once a mc nth, added. 
 
 These indulgences are applicable to the souis in purgatory. 
 
 Eternal Father, I offer thee the immolation which 
 Jesus, thy beloved Son, made of himself to thee on the 
 cross, and which he now renews on ihe holy altar. 1 
 offer it to thee, in the name of all creatures, in union with 
 all the holy sacrifices which have been and ever will be 
 celebrated' throughout the whole world; in order to 
 honor and adore thee, to return thee thanks for thy in- 
 numerable blessings, to appease thy irritated justice, by 
 such sat: si actions as it deserves, and finally, to obtain all 
 he graces necessary for myself, for the Church, for the. 
 entire world, and for the suffering souls in purgatory. 
 .Imen. 
 
 PATER NOSTEE. 
 
 After the many sins I have committed, I would not 
 dare, '.) my God, to call you my Father, had not Jesus 
 Christ himself commanded me to do so. It is, therefore, 
 in obedience to him, and confiding in your goodness, I 
 uike the liberty of addressing you : — Our Father, ccc. 
 
 THE AGNUS DEI. 
 
 O Lamb of God ! sacrificed for mv sake, have mercy 
 on me. O adorable victim of my salvation ! look down 
 on me, and save me, Divine Mediator ! obtain pardon of 
 1 y Father for me. a sinner, and mercifully grant me the 
 sweets of thy peace. Amen. 
 
 THE COMMUNION. 
 
 What a comfort to me. O my God! were T in the num- 
 ber of those, whose sanctity : Hows them to receive thee 
 daily ! What an advantage could I, at this instant, 
 possess thee in my heart, there pay thee my homage, lay 
 open to thee my wants, and share in the favors which 
 thou grantest to those who receive thej really ! But 
 
DEVOTIONS FOB MASS. 183 
 
 since I am unworthy, do thou, O Lord ! supply my want 
 oi dispositions ; pardon me my sins ; I detest tliem from 
 my heart, because they are displeasing to thee. Accept 
 my ardent wish to be united to thee; cast thine eye upon 
 
 me, and purity my soul, that 1 may soon be lit to receive 
 thee worthily. But until the arrival of this happy (lav, I 
 earnestly entreat thee, dearest Lord! that thou wouldst 
 make me a sharer in all the advantages, which the com- 
 munion of the priest shall produce in these thy people. 
 Increase my faith by the virtue of this sacrament, 
 strengthen my hope, rill my heart with love, that it beat 
 hut for thee, and live for thee alone. Amen. 
 
 THE POST COMMUNION'. 
 
 Thou hast offered thyself, O Lord ! for my salvation ; 
 I desire to he sacrificed for thy glory. I am thy victim, 
 do with me as thou wiliest. Whatever I have, I conse- 
 crate entirely to thee. Those crosses which thou shalt 
 please to send me, I most freely accept. I bless them ; 
 I receive them from thy hand, and unite them with those 
 thou hast endured for my sake. I am now about to leave 
 thy temple, resolved, with thy help, to serve thee faith- 
 fully. I will struLrule against my failings, but chiefly 
 against that to which I am most inclined. Thy law shall 
 henceforth direct me, and I shall forfeit all, "and suffer 
 everything, rather than mortally transgress it. 
 
 THE BENEDICTION. 
 
 Most holy and adorable Trinity ! by thee we have 
 began this sacrifice, by thee we desire to conclude it : 
 we therefore shall not leave thee, until thou bless us. 
 Give us, Lord ! thy blessing, by the hands of this 
 priest : may it ever remain with us ; may it influence 
 oar action.-, and be the sure pledge of that last benedic- 
 tion, which thy elect will receive, when called by thee 
 into eternal glory. 
 
 THE LAST GOSPEL. 
 
 Divine Word ! only Son of the Father ; Light of the 
 woild ! who earnest from heaven to show us the way to 
 i T . I adore thy Majesty with the most profound respect. 
 I place tiiv wliole confidence in thee. I hope most iirmly, 
 that, as thou art my God. a God made man to save man- 
 kind, thou wilt grant me those graces my Banctification 
 r.-quires, and also the enjoyment of thee in thy glory. 
 
184: DEVOTIONS FOE MASS. 
 
 PRAYER AFTER MASS. 
 
 My Saviour. Jesus Christ, I thank you for the favor 
 you have this day conferred upon me*, in permitting me 
 to assist at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. I ask pardon 
 for the faults I have committed thereat ; and I beseech 
 you to grant me. through the virtue of this holy sacrifice, 
 all the aid I require to serve you faithfully for the re- 
 mainder of my life. Amen. 
 
 HASHES OP SEEVIHG- A PEIEST AT MASS. 
 
 The Clerk should hieel at his left hand, and 
 a Rsicer h im as follows : 
 
 P. Ixtroibo ad altare Dei. 
 
 C. Ad Deum. qui lsetificat juventutem meam. 
 
 P. Judica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam, de 
 gente non sancta : ab homine iniquo et doloso. erue me. 
 
 C. Quia tu es. Deus, fortitudo mea. quare me repulisti, 
 et quare Tristis incedo dum affligit me inimicus ? 
 
 P. Emit lucem tuam, et veritatem tuam ; ipsa me 
 deduxerunt, et adduxerunt in montem sanctum tuam, et 
 in tabernacula tua. 
 
 C. Et introibo ad altare Dei : ad Deum qui hetificat 
 juventutem meam. 
 
 P. Confitebor tibi in citnara, Deus, Deus mens ; quare 
 tristis es, anirna mea, et quare conturbas me ? 
 
 C. Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi ; salu- 
 tare vultus mei, et Deus meus. 
 
 P. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 
 
 C. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in 
 sa?cula saeculorum. Amen. 
 
 P. Introibo ad altare Dei. 
 
 C. Ad Deum. qui laetificat juventutem meam. 
 
 P. Adjutorium nostrum in nomine Domini. 
 
 C. Qui fecit coelum et terram. 
 
 P. Confiteor &c 
 
 C. Misereatur tui Omnipotens Deus, et dimissis pec- 
 catis tuis. perducat te ad vitam a?teniam. 
 
 P. Amen. 
 
 C. Confiteor Deo omnipotenti, beatae Maria? semper 
 virgini, beato Michaeli archangelo, beato Joanni Bap- 
 tist??. Sanctis apostolis Petro et Paulo, omnibus Sanctis, 
 et tibi y Pater, quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo, et 
 
MANNF.P. OF SERVING A PRIEST AT MASS. 185 
 
 opere. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Ideo 
 precor beataui Maiiam Bemper virginem, beatum Bfich- 
 aelem archangel am, beatum Joannem Baptistam, - 
 apostolus Petrum el Paiilum, omnea aanctoa, et te Pater, 
 
 strum. 
 P. m stri, A C Amen. 
 
 P. Indulgentiam, abaolationem et remmissionem pec- 
 oram, tribnat nobis omnipotena et miaeri- 
 oon Dominus. C. Amen. 
 P. Dens, to eonverana vivificabie noa. 
 
 Bt pleba tua Istabitor in te. 
 P. Ostende nol-is. Domine. misericnrdiam tuam. 
 C. Et salutare tuum da nobis. 
 P. Domine, exaadi orationem meam. 
 C. Et clamor meua ad te veniat. 
 P. Dominus vobiacnm. 
 C. Et cum Bpbdto tuo 
 P. Kyrie eleiaon. C. Kyrie eleiaon, 
 P. Kyrie elei.-on C. Christe eleiaon. 
 P. Christe ele^on. C. Christe eleiaon. 
 P. Kyrie eleiaon. C. Kyrie eJeie 
 P. Kyrie eleison. 
 P. DominoB ▼obiacnm. 
 C. Et cum apiritn tuo. 
 When the Priest says. Flectamus genua, as is the case a 
 
 -. answer^ Levate. 
 At the end of the Epistle, say. Deo srratias : then remove 
 H book to the other side of the altar, and always 
 kneel or stand on the side opposite to that on which the look 
 ced. 
 P. Dominus vohiscum. 
 C. Et cum Bpirita tuo. 
 
 P. Sequentia sancti evangelii secundum. &c. 
 Mai' r ' the cross on four forehead, mouth, 
 
 and bn V. Gloria tiba, Domine. 
 
 At the end of the Gospel. 
 C. Lane tibi Christe. 
 P. Donunna vobiacnm. 
 C. Et cum >piritu tuo. 
 
 the wine and water, d-c 
 P. Orate fi 
 
 • Dominus sacrificium de manibnfl tuis nd 
 laudem et gloriam nominia sui. ad utilitatem quoque nos- 
 tram, totiusque ecclesiae Bnae aanctaB. 
 
186 MANNER OF S-BVING A PEIEST AT MASS. 
 
 P. Per omnia saecula saeculornm. 
 
 C. Amen. 
 
 P. Do minus vobiscum. 
 
 C. Et cum spirit ii tuo. 
 
 P Sursum corda. 
 
 C. Habemus ad Dominum. 
 
 P. Gratias agamus Domino Deo nostro. 
 
 C. Dignum ei justum est. 
 
 At sanctus, sanctus, sanctus, &c, ring the little bell. 
 
 When the Priest spreads his hands over the chalice, give 
 warning by the bell, of the consecration which is about to 
 be made. Then, holding v.j) the vestment with your left hand, 
 attd having the bell in your right, ring during the elevation. 
 
 P. Per omnia specula saeculorum. C. Amen. 
 
 P. Et dos inducas in tentationem : 
 
 C. Sed Libera nos a malo. 
 
 P. Per omnia saecula saeculornm. C. Amen. 
 
 P. Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum. 
 
 C. Et cum sphitu tuo. 
 
 The Pries fs communion being ended, be ready to give 
 him wine and water. If there be communicants, provide a 
 communion cloth, and say the Conriteor. After the com- 
 munion, remove the book to the Epistle side of the Altar. 
 
 P. Dominus vobiscum. 
 
 C. Et cum spiritu luo. 
 
 P. Per omnia safcula sseculoriim. C. Amen. 
 
 P. Ite ; missa est : or, Benedicamus Domino. 
 
 C. Deo gratias. 
 
 In masses for the dead. 
 P. Requieseant in pace. C. Amen. 
 Remove the book, if it be left open; kneel to receive the 
 Priest's blessing. 
 P. Pater, et Films, et Spiritus Sanctus. 
 C. Amen. 
 
 P. Dominus Vobiscum. 
 C. Et cum spiritu tuo. 
 
 P. Initium for. seqnentia) sancti evangelii. &.C. 
 C. Gloria, tibi, Domine. 
 At the end say : Deo gratias. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Accept, Almighty Father 165 
 
 Ad scu Fideles. 5 
 
 Ad regiaa agni dapes 120 
 
 A glorious voice sounds through the night ... 4 
 
 Alma Redempiaris 126 
 
 All hail dear Conqueror 22 
 
 All ye who seek a sure relief 45 
 
 Artels we have heard on high 9 
 
 s the glowing orb of day 133 
 
 As the dewy shades of even 75 
 
 At the cross her station keeping 15 
 
 Audi benigne conditor 119 
 
 Ave Maria, gratia plena 03 
 
 Ave Maris Stella 69 
 
 Ave Eegina coelorum 127 
 
 Ave Sanctissima 74 
 
 Baatns vir qui timet Dominum 113 
 
 Blest is the Faith 172 
 
 Can it be that my God 37 
 
 Christians who oi Jesus' sorrows 18 
 
 Christ th3 Lord is risen to-day 20 
 
 Come all ye faithful 7 
 
 Come Holy Ghost send down those beams. . . 26 
 
 Come Holy Ghost Creator blest 27 
 
 Come let us muse devoutly 8 
 
 Com 3 sound hia praise abroad 153 
 
 Conhtebor t.bi Dominc 112 
 
 r alme siderum 118 
 
 Credidi propter. 124 
 
 Daily, daily, sing to Mary 61 
 
 Daughter of a mighty Father 59 
 
183 CONTEXTS. 
 
 Dear angel ever at my side , 107 
 
 Dear children praise the Lord 146 
 
 Dear guardian of Mary < 88 
 
 Dear little One, how sweet thou art 9 
 
 Devotions for Mass 177 
 
 Dixit Dominus Ill 
 
 Fading still fading 72 
 
 Fairest of mortals 65 
 
 Faith of our Fathers 98 
 
 First flowret of the desert wild 103 
 
 Full in the panting heart of Rome 175 
 
 Gentle Star of Ocean. '. 71 
 
 Glorious Mother from high heaven 57 
 
 God bless our Pope 175 
 
 Grateful notes to heaven ascending. 95 
 
 Great God whatever through Thy Church 137 
 
 Great God, we thank Thee for tne rr^ce 171 
 
 Hail, heavenly Queen 73 
 
 Hail, holy Joseph, hail 92 
 
 Hail Mary, Queen and Virgin pure QG 
 
 Hail Queen of the heavens 8-1 
 
 Hail the holy day of days 23 
 
 Hail, Virgin, dearest Mary 57 
 
 Hail Virgin of virgins 79 
 
 Happy we who thus united 161 
 
 Hark ! an awful voice is sounding 3 
 
 Hark ! hark ! the angels singing 166 
 
 Hark my soul how everything 141 
 
 Have mercy on us God most high 28 
 
 Hear Thy children gentb Jesus 135 
 
 Heart of Mary, heart the purest 50 
 
 Hibernia's Champion Saint all hail. 9-1 
 
 Holy God we praise Thy name 155 
 
 Holy Patron, thee saluting 87 
 
 How kind it is of you to come 105 
 
 How sweet and pure Thy call divine 15 J 
 
 I am a little Catholic 138 
 
 I am the Lord, anel thou shalt serve 158 
 
CONTENTS. 189 
 
 I dwell a captive in this heart 49 
 
 I'll never forsake thee 152 
 
 In Bethlehem Town 11 
 
 In exitu Israel 114 
 
 In music's sweetest strains 130 
 
 In one God there are Three Persons 173 
 
 In the morning wiien I waken 172 
 
 In this Sacrament, Fweet Jesus 170 
 
 It is no earthly Summer's rain 99 
 
 It is the name of Mary 81 
 
 Jesus, Jesus behold at length 19 
 
 Jesus gentlest Saviour 42 
 
 Jesus my Lord, my God, my all 31 
 
 Jesus Saviour of my soul 35 
 
 Jesus the very thought of Thee 12 
 
 Joy, joy, the mother comes 76 
 
 Joy of my heart 55 
 
 Laetatus sum 121 
 
 Lauda Jerusalem Dominum 123 
 
 Lauda Sion Salvatorem 30 
 
 Laudate Dominum omnes gentes 116 
 
 Laudate pueri Dominum 114 
 
 Let glory in the highest be given 164 
 
 Let the deep organ swell the lay 104 
 
 Litany of the Most Blessed Virgin 85 
 
 Loved heart all mild 50 
 
 Lucis creator 117 
 
 Magnificat 117 
 
 Manner of serving a Priest at Mass 177 
 
 Mary, Star of the Sea 70 
 
 Memento Domine 124 
 
 Mirabilis Deus 108 
 
 Mother dear, oh pray for me 58 
 
 Mother Mary at thine altar 62 
 
 My God, how wonderful Thou art 138 
 
 My God I love Thee 144 
 
 My Jesus from his throne above 44 
 
 My soul what dost thou 40 
 
1£0 CONTEXTS. 
 
 Nisi Dominus 122 
 
 Now doth the sun ascend the sty 133 
 
 Now Jesus Christ true flesh and blood 168 
 
 O all ye people God hath made 151 
 
 O blest fore'er the mother 74 
 
 O come and mourn with me awhile 17 
 
 O come loud anthems let us sing 147 
 
 O dearest mother of mercy 61 
 
 O God, be ever with Thy church 169 
 
 O God, how ought my grateful heart 107 
 
 O Father let Thy guilty child 168 
 
 O heavens, earth, this wonder hear 169 
 
 O Jesus, God and man 157 
 
 O holy martyr, spotless dove 102 
 
 O how sweet when daylight closes 176 
 
 O how the heart of Mary burns 52 
 
 O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord 46 
 
 O Jesus, let Thy anger cease 109 
 
 O Lord, I am not worthy 167 
 
 O Maid, conceived without a stain 82 
 
 O Mary, mother Mary 60 
 
 On bended knee a guilty race 163 
 
 On this day, O beautiful mother 52 
 
 On wings of Holy Charity 97 
 
 power Divine 38 
 
 O purest of creatures 83 
 
 O Salutaris hostia 129 
 
 O Sanctissima 63 
 
 O Thou eternal King most high 24 
 
 O Thou immortal Light , 29 
 
 O turn to Jesus, mother turn 110 
 
 Our Lord is risen from the dead 23 
 
 O ye angelic bands attend 101 
 
 Pange Lingua gloriosi 33 
 
 Praise ye the Lord. 143 
 
 Pray for the dead 109 
 
 Preserve, my Jesus, O preserve 41 
 
 Quicumque sanus vivere 91 
 
CONTENTS. 191 
 
 Regina cceli 128 
 
 Salve Joseph custos pie 90 
 
 Salve Begins 128 
 
 See, heavenly Father ICG 
 
 See, He comes 4 
 
 See, the Paraclete descending 28 
 
 Sing, sing my tongue 32 
 
 Snow and rain have vanished 53 
 
 Soul of my Saviour 36 
 
 Stabat Mater dolorosa 13 
 
 Strike the harp 154 
 
 Sub tuum presidium G7 
 
 Sweet is the face of nature 149 
 
 Sweet morn, thou parent of the sun 80 
 
 Sweet Saviour bless us ere we go 1 34 
 
 Sweet the moments 1G0 
 
 Tantum ergo 130 
 
 That we've been born in Cnristian land 165 
 
 The earth, Lord, rejoices 132 
 
 The Lord himself the mighty God 142 
 
 The Sacrifice is ended 167 
 
 The Star of the ocean is risen 68 
 
 The youth who wealth and courts despised. . 99 
 
 There's worship where the roses bloom 145 
 
 This is the day our Lord hath chosen 140 
 
 Thou art, O God, the life and light 142 
 
 Thou loving maker of mankind 18 
 
 Thou hast sorrowed the spirit 106 
 
 'Tis the month of our mother 54 
 
 To-day He's risen 21 
 
 To Jesus' Heart all burning 46 
 
 Triumphant Saint 93 
 
 Veni Creator Spiritus 25 
 
 Yeni Jesu, amor mi 176 
 
 Yivat Pastor bonus 175 
 
 Vesper Psalms Ill 
 
 Dixit Dominus Ill 
 
192 Qft CONTENTS. 
 
 Confitebor ' . . 112 
 
 Beams vir 113 
 
 Laudate pueri Dominum 114 
 
 In exitu 114 
 
 Laudate Dominum 116 
 
 Magnificat 117 
 
 Nisi Dominus 122 
 
 Laetatus sum , 121 
 
 Lauda Jerusalem 123 
 
 Credidi propter ....'. 124 
 
 Memento Domine 124 
 
 "Welcome ! welcome ! 174 
 
 What happiness can equal mine . 39 
 
 What light is streaming 43 
 
 What lovely Infant can this be ? 10 
 
 What mortal tongue can sing Thy praise 77 
 
 When evening shades are falling 70 
 
 When morning gilds the skies 131 
 
 When our Saviour wished to prove .......... 35 
 
 When spring unlocks the flowers gay 148 
 
 When the Patriarch was returning 162 
 
 Whither thus in holy rapture 78 
 
 With grateful hearts 89 
 
 With hearts truly grateful 6 
 
 Ye angels now be glad 100 
 
 Yes, heaven is the prize 159 
 
THE 
 
 Catholic Youth's 
 
 HYMN BOOK: 
 
 CONTAINING THE 
 
 IYMXS OF THE SEASONS AND FESTIVALS 
 OF THE YEAR, 
 
 ABRANOKD 
 
 WITH A SPECIAL VIEW TO THE WANTS OV 
 
 Catholic jMwote. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN BROTHERS. 
 
 l« Approbation of the Most Ret. J. McCi.oskey, D. P., 
 A rchbUkop of New York. 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 SHEA, PUBLISHER, 27 BARCLAY ST. 
 1871. 
 


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