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POEMS 
 
 By 
 
 CHARLES W. RODGERS 
 
Copyright 
 
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 Charles W. Rodgers 
 
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 ©C1A690725 
 DEC 21 IS22 
 
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Contents; 
 
 1. When From Slumber Thou Awaken. 
 
 2. This is the Season of Advent. 
 
 3. In the Manger Lies a Stranger. 
 
 4. Christmas Wishes. 
 
 5. The Holy Days of Lent. 
 
 6. The Tragedy Divine. 
 
 7. This is the Day for Rejoicing. 
 
 8. Christ is Risen. 
 
 9. Angelic Choirs are Singing. (The Ascension.) 
 10. Emanuel's Transfiguration. 
 
 IL Thro' Thy Power O Sweet Redeemer. 
 
 12. Save Us 6 Lord, Or We Shall Perish, 
 
 13. Forgive Rabonni, Please Forgive. (At Retreat.) 
 
 14. Where the Heart Finds Peace and Rest. (First 
 
 Friday.) 
 
 15. My Redeemer Now is Coming. (At Holy Com- 
 
 munion.) 
 
 16. Purest Virgin At Thy Shrine. (At Mary's Shrine.) 
 
 17. The Holy Hour. 
 
 18. Dwellings of Christ. (The Holy Places.) 
 
 19. Mother of Christ, Pray for Us, Pray. 
 
 20. Jesus, Son of Mary, Hear My Prayer. 
 
 21. Spend An Hour Near Jesus. (The Stations of the 
 
 Cross.) 
 
 22. Come to My Holy Altar. (At the Mission.) 
 
 23. St. Aloysius Pray for Me. 
 
 24. We Bless Thee Holy Spirit. (Confirmation Hymn.) 
 
 25. O Good St. Joseph Hear Our Prayer. 
 
 26. O Blessed Spirit, Paraclete. (At Vespers.) 
 
 27. Lord Thy Mercy Now O'erw^helms Me. 
 
 28. O Sacred' Heart With Love O'erflowing. 
 
 29. Thou Art Dear to Thy Creator. (All Souls Day.) 
 
 30. Lighting a Candle at Thy Shrine Mother. 
 
 31. Ere Thou Sleep. 
 
 32. O America, Our Nation. 
 
 229 Berkeley St., at Boylstox, Boston, Mass. 
 
Heart Throbs for God 
 
 When from slumber thou awaken 
 And behold the morning light, 
 
 Know that God hath brought thee safely 
 Thro' the perils of the night. 
 
 Thank Him for His gracious mercy, 
 Humbly kneel and to Him say 
 
 That no act of thine shall grieve Him 
 Thro' the coming hours of day. 
 
 Ask Him for His blessed guidance 
 That thy footsteps may be sure 
 
 As thou run thro' pleasure's gamut 
 Or thy toiling work endure. 
 
 Let thy Saviour be thy model 
 Then tho' joy or grief be thine 
 
 Every deed shall be a prayer 
 Wafted on to God divine. 
 
Heart Throbs for God 
 
 STljfe M ®f)e ^easfon of ^bbent 
 
 This is the season of Advent 
 
 When the Faithful give serious thought 
 To the coming of Jesus, our wSaviour, 
 
 Whom the world for long ages hath sought; 
 This season the Church would remind us 
 
 That the earth is a vanishing lure, 
 That to win in the fight for God and His right, 
 
 Our hearts must be humble and pure. 
 
 This season the Church would entreat us 
 To prepare for the coming of Him 
 
 Whom the Father hath sent to His people 
 To release them from bondage of sin; 
 
 So with blessed St. John, The Precursor, 
 Let us now strive to be in accord, 
 
 Living just as we should, being happy and good- 
 Making straight the way of the Lord. 
 
Heart Throbs for. God 
 
 3n tjje jWanger ILxt^ a g>ttanger 
 
 In the Manger lies a Stranger 
 
 — There's no room in house nor Inn — 
 And this lowly, Infant holy, 
 
 Will save the world from stain of sin. 
 
 Choirs of angels came from heav'n 
 
 To sing their hymns of praise and love, 
 
 Heaven voicing earth's rejoicing 
 At this great Gift from God above. 
 
 Came the shepherds to adore Him — 
 Came the wise men from afar, 
 
 And their royal hearts were loyal 
 As in the heav'n they saw His star. 
 
 And His Mother, blessed Mary, 
 Knowing Gabriel's words to Her 
 
 Saw the meaning of the gleaming 
 Gold and Frankincense and Myrrh. 
 
 Come, ye Faithful, join in worship, 
 Let your glad hosannahs ring; 
 
 For this Stranger in the Manger 
 Is our Redeemer, Lord and King. 
 
4 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 Don't you wish when you're reading the Story of Christ 
 
 That you lived when He walked upon earth, 
 And saw the bright star over Bethlehem's hills 
 
 Which shone on the night of His birth, 
 And were out on the hills with the shepherds that morn, 
 
 To hear the angelic choirs singing, 
 And then hastened onward with them to the Crib, 
 
 Where the wise-men their presents were bringing? 
 
 Don't you wish you were children in sweet Nazareth — 
 
 That you knew little Christ as a Child 
 Watched over by Joseph and Mary most pure 
 
 Whom sin had not stained nor defiled? 
 And that you were a playmate on whom she would smile 
 
 When you with the Christ-Child were playing, 
 And He loved you just as He did His own Kin 
 
 And remembered you when He was praying? 
 
 Don't you wish you were children when Christ was a boy 
 
 At the time He was just twelve years old, 
 And you travelled with Him up hill and down dale 
 
 The feast of the Pasch to behold — 
 That you aided the mother to find her lost Boy? 
 
 Her sad eyes in sorrow beseeching 
 Soon sparkled with pleasure when she found the Child 
 
 "Midst the Doctors explaining and teaching." 
 
 Do you know that the Christ-Child has granted your wish 
 
 Just as long as the world will endure 
 He lives His life over and over again 
 
 For those who have hearts good and pure: 
 So on Christmas when you visit Bethlehem's Crib 
 
 And hear the angelic choirs singing, 
 Jesus, the Christ-Child will smile in your face 
 
 For He knows the pure heart you are bringing. 
 
Heart Throbs for God 
 
 atfje l^olp 3iaj>s( of iLent 
 
 Forty days of fasting 
 
 In the desert lone and wide, 
 
 Forty days of prayer 
 
 On the dreary mountain side, 
 Forty days of anguish 
 Ere His friend denied Him thrice, 
 
 And He redeemed a sinful world 
 
 By His atoning sacrifice. 
 
 Forty days of resting 
 
 From the glamour of the world, 
 
 Forty days with Jesus 
 
 With His standard now unfurled, 
 Forty days of sorrow 
 That we grieved Him by our sin — 
 
 And when the Easter dawn awakes 
 
 We'll sing a paean in Praise of Him, 
 
Heart Throbs for God 
 atije ©ragebp ©ibine 
 
 Walk with Christ to Olive Grove 
 
 To the garden of His tears, 
 Where Judas hath betrayed Him 
 
 Amidst angry mocking jeers; 
 Close not your eyes in sleeping 
 
 But with Jesus watch and pray — 
 He needs some human kindness 
 
 On this Crucifixion Day. 
 
 Feel the thorns that press His brow, 
 
 How the scourge His body seared! 
 Resent the soldiers' insult 
 
 When they spat upon His beard, 
 Condemn Pilate's injustice 
 
 And the rabble's fiendish glee 
 When Christ, the Lord, was sentenced 
 
 And Barabbas was set free. 
 
 Go with Him to Calvary 
 
 With the one He loved, Saint John, 
 Weep with Mary Magdalene 
 
 Still in grace she follows on; 
 Pray with the virgin mother 
 
 From her Son she would not part, 
 Grieve for His mother's sorrow 
 
 For the sword hath pierced her heart. 
 
 Weep for Christ, the Lamb of God, 
 While He stumbles o'er the ground 
 
 The cross upon His shoulder 
 
 On His way to Calvary's mound; 
 
Heart Throbs for God 
 
 Pity Christ His sacred thirst 
 Taste the bitter gall they gave; 
 
 Dread sin hath caused His anguish 
 That all mankind He might save. 
 
 Hear the brutal soldiers jeer 
 
 While His garment they divide, 
 See the water gushing forth 
 
 Where they pierced His sacred side: 
 Weep loving tears of sorrow 
 
 For each thoughtless sin of thine, 
 'Twas sin that caused the horror 
 
 Of the Tragedy Divine. 
 
 (Good Friday.) 
 
 tCJ)fe3(s:3ff)eiaa|>Jfor ^Rejoicing 
 
 This is the day for rejoicing, 
 
 From our hearts all sorrow hath fled; 
 Whom the Virgin gave birth 
 Hath now conquered the earth — 
 
 To-day Christ arose from the dead. 
 
 This is the day of His triumph, 
 By all men His truth is esteemed; 
 
 Now at last they are sure 
 
 That the Word will endure — 
 
 Each pledge that He gave is redeemed. 
 
 This is the day for thanksgiving, 
 For death we've no longer a dread; 
 
 With the Lord by our side 
 
 Will the tomb open wide — 
 
 Thro' Him we shall rise from the dead. 
 
8 Heart Throhs for God 
 
 Christ is Risen! from on High 
 Hear the choiring angels sing, 
 
 "Man's salvation now is nigh," 
 Is the message that they bring. 
 
 Christ is Risen from the dead 
 Proving all He prophesied, 
 
 Making true each word He said 
 Ere the Lamb was crucified. 
 
 Sing His praise, Christ is Arisen, 
 Let the bells with gladness ring — 
 
 For the grave is not His prison, 
 Death no longer has a sting. 
 
 Christ is Risen glorious 
 
 On this gladsome Easter morn; 
 Over death victorious, — 
 
 And this day His church is born. 
 
Heart Throbs for God 
 
 angelic Cijoirsi are Ringing 
 
 Angelic choirs are singing 
 
 Hymns of gladsome Praise and Love, 
 Jesus, King, hath now Ascended 
 
 To His throne in heav'n above. 
 
 All His work on earth hath ended 
 In glory Christ hath now Ascended. 
 
 Cathedral chimes are ringing, 
 
 Sounding sweetness in accord — 
 Heaven and earth are celebrating 
 
 The Ascension of the Lord. 
 
 Earth and heaven's choirs are blended 
 To-day hath Christ, the King, Ascended. 
 
 (The Feast of the Ascension.) 
 
10 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 Cmanuers; ®ranjB((iguration 
 
 Lo! He stands on Thabor's mountain, 
 
 The Lord Who brought the world salvation; 
 
 There Peter, James and John behold 
 His glorious Transfiguration, 
 
 Emanuel our Lord and King 
 
 Thy Name we praise. Thy glory sing. 
 
 Lo! stands Moses and Elias, 
 
 Great Prophets of the chosen nation; 
 
 Their prophesies are now fulfilled 
 
 In Christ, the Lord's Transfiguration. 
 
 Tell the vision to no man. He said 
 'Till Christ be risen from the dead. 
 
 Lo! as white as snow His garments, 
 The One Who saw the world's creation; 
 
 Like the sun His face is shining — 
 Emanuel's Transfiguration. 
 
 Jesus, our Lord, our God and King 
 Thy holy Name in praise we sing. 
 
 (Feast of the Transfiguration.) 
 
Heart Throbs for God 11 
 
 Ztxo* SCfjp ^otoer, g)ttieet Bebeemer 
 
 When the leper by the roadside 
 Cried to Thee to make Him dean 
 
 Thro' Thy love his prayer was answered 
 By Thy power and might supreme. 
 
 When the widow was in mourning 
 
 And her heart with sorrow bled 
 By Thy power Thou brought her comfort 
 
 Raising Lazarus from the dead. 
 
 At the marriage feast In Cana 
 
 Thou made water into wine 
 Thou hast power, O sweet Redeemer, 
 
 To transform this heart of mine. 
 
 When the sinner showed repentance 
 
 And a firm and true belief 
 Thro' Thy power, O sweet Redeemer, 
 
 Thou forgave the hardened thief. 
 
 Bring me back into Thy favor 
 Keep my soul from all sin free 
 
 Thro' Thy power that in a moment 
 Calmed the stormy Galilee. 
 
12 Heart Throbs for God 
 
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 Save us O Lord, or we shall perish 
 In this frail bark on life's raging sea 
 
 Calm the waters of a sinful world 
 All our hope is placed in Thee. 
 
 Save us from the storms of hateful sin 
 
 Command them O Lord, that they shall cease 
 
 Still the tempest in our wayward hearts 
 Keep us safe with Thee in peace. 
 
 Thou art the Lord of the land and sea 
 The wind and the wave obey Thy call 
 
 Calm the passions of my sinful soul 
 My Lord, my God and my all. 
 
Heart Throbs for God 13 
 
 jforgibe J^ahonnu pieas;e Jf otgitje 
 
 I humbly kneel at Thy tribunal 
 My sinful past O Lord to bare, 
 
 And sorrowing I ask Thy mercy 
 
 Thy loving peace once more to share: — 
 Forgive Rabonni, please forgive. 
 
 I strike my breast in bitter sorrow 
 To mend my way I here resolve 
 
 No more my life shall cause Thee anguish 
 My sinful past, dear Lord absolve: — 
 Forgive Rabonni, please forgive. 
 
 (At Retreat.) 
 
1 4 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 Mfiere tfje J^eart Jf inbs; ^eace anb 3Res;t 
 
 Bring your sad hearts, worn and weary 
 
 With temptation, grief or sin 
 To the healing font of mercy 
 
 Where our Saviour waits within 
 To receive and give refreshment 
 
 That sustains each wearied guest. 
 In the holy tabernacle 
 
 W^here the heart finds peace and rest. 
 
 Bring your cold hearts, hard and bitter 
 
 With privation, pride or strife 
 To the gentle, blessed Saviour 
 
 In the Sacrament of Life: 
 Here the haughty will is humbled 
 
 When you take Him to your breast 
 And receive His love and mercy 
 
 Where the heart finds peace and rest. 
 
 Bring your glad hearts, warm and cheerful 
 
 With the fire of faith divine 
 To the sacrificial altar 
 
 And partake the Bread and W^ine: 
 Here your joyous soul refreshing 
 
 With our Saviour's Great Bequest 
 At the sacred banquet table 
 
 Where the heart finds peace and rest. 
 
 (The First Friday.) 
 
Heart Throbs for God 15 
 
 Mv ©^^^ 3&ebeemer iBtoto M Coming 
 
 My dear Redeemer now is coming 
 Within my heart once more to dwell, 
 
 Ah! gladly do I here receive Him 
 With happiness no tongue can tell. 
 
 I feel Thy sacred Presence near me 
 Thou Mighty God to be my guest! 
 
 O keep me pure when I receive Thee 
 O sacred Host within my breast. 
 
 O sweetest Jesus do not leave me, 
 
 Be Thou my strength and constant guide, 
 
 When Thou art near I fear no evil, 
 O keep me safe, with me abide. 
 
 (At Holy Communion) 
 
16 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 ^uresft "^Tirgin at W^v ^fttine 
 
 Purest Virgin at thy shrine, 
 
 I pray that thou wilt intercede 
 That Jesus, holy Son of thine, 
 
 Will grant to me each grace I need: 
 Thro' thee did wedding guests rejoice 
 
 When He renewed the marriage wine 
 O plead to Him with thy dear voice 
 
 To hearken to each prayer of mine 
 
 Thou who wep't beneath the cross, 
 
 With sorrow-stricken Magdalene 
 Whom Jesus cleansed from earthly dross 
 
 O ask that I be made as clean: 
 Thro' thee ere victory was won, 
 
 Thy loved Son made me His brother 
 To thee He saith, "Behold Thy Son" 
 
 And to John "Behold Thy Mother." 
 
 (At Mary's Shrine.) 
 
Heart Throbs for God 17 
 
 ®i)e l^^Xv ?^"5«^ 
 
 In silent prayer O blessed Saviour 
 
 Before Thy font of peace we kneel 
 To offer Thee our love and homage 
 
 Whom bread and wine doth here conceal: 
 Thy blood was shed O dear Redeemer 
 
 That we might live for Thee alone. 
 For each misdeed and sinful pleasure 
 
 O let this hour with Thee atone. 
 
 In silent prayer and adoration 
 
 We praise Thy true Divinity 
 Our faith renewing in Thy Presence 
 
 While we adore the Trinity: 
 This holy hour is for Thee only, 
 
 Our thoughts, our hearts, our love is Thine, 
 O sacramental, hidden Saviour, 
 
 Most Sacred Host, our God Divine. 
 
18 Heart Throbs for God 
 
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 THE HOLY PLACES 
 
 O sweet Bethlehem 
 
 O'er thy hills shone a gem 
 That glittered above thee so bright, 
 
 It was the new star 
 
 That was seen from afar 
 To guide men on that Holy Night. 
 
 Dear Nazareth blest 
 
 By thy most holy Guest, 
 The Saviour Who came down to earth, 
 
 You sheltered the three 
 
 Joseph, Mary and He 
 Who took on Himself lowly birth. 
 
 Yes, fair Galilee 
 
 And thy neighboring sea 
 
 Thy fame will forever endure. 
 Entwined is thy fame 
 With the Lord's Holy Name 
 
 Who brought men the Gospel most pure. 
 
 Jerusalem, thine 
 
 Is a name most divine. 
 His footprints make thee sanctified, 
 
 He cried over thee 
 
 Ere He suffered for me 
 On thy cross was He crucified 
 
 And Thou Rome so fair 
 
 Doth this holiness share, 
 With thee hath His church found a home, 
 
Heart Throbs for God 19 
 
 We heed to the voice 
 Of the Paraclete's choice — 
 Christ's Vicar 'neath St. Peter's dome. 
 
 May each holy place 
 
 Be a channel of grace 
 To keep my poor soul free from sin, 
 
 And aid me to pray 
 
 For His blessings each day, 
 Thus help me salvation to win. 
 
 ifWotfjer of Cfjrfet, ^ra|) for u^, ^ra|> 
 
 Thou art ever our friend 
 
 When thy Son we offend 
 At His throne, His sweet mercy you sway 
 
 The adored Trinity 
 
 Loves none else like to thee 
 Mother of Christ, pray for us, pray. 
 
 Thou art ready to speak 
 
 For the sinful and weak 
 Asking Him, His just anger to stay, 
 
 The Man-God whom thou bore 
 
 Loves thee just as of yore 
 Mother most pure, pray for us, pray. 
 
 Thou oft go to thy Child 
 
 For the thoughtless and wild 
 And adoring, a kind word you say, 
 
 May we ever adore 
 
 Thine own Son more and more 
 Mother of Love, pray for us, pray. 
 
20 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear my prayer: — 
 When for loved ones lost I mourn 
 And my heart with grief is torn 
 
 Jesus, Jesus this I know 
 
 That when Thou wert crucified 
 Mary stood there by Thy side 
 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, ease my woe. 
 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear my prayer: — 
 When my conscience speaks within 
 And my soul is foul with sin 
 
 Jesus, Jesus help me then. 
 Wash away the sinful dross 
 With Thy blood shed on the cross 
 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, once again. 
 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear my prayer: — 
 At the solemn church-bell toll 
 For my poor departing soul 
 
 Jesus, Jesus O be near 
 Let it not go in disgrace 
 All unworthiness efface 
 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, calm all fear. 
 
Heart Throbs for God 21 
 
 g)penb an ?^our iBtear 3ltmi 
 
 Spend an hour near Jesus 
 
 With His mother 'neath the cross 
 'Twas sin that caused His anguish 
 
 And her sorrow at her loss, 
 Hearken to His sacred words 
 
 While He's dying here for you— 
 He prays "Forgive Them Father 
 
 For They Know Not What They Do.' 
 
 Spend an hour near Jesus 
 
 With the saintly Magdalene 
 Who comforted the mother 
 
 Whom the angels hail, their Queen: 
 Tho' sin hath crucified Him 
 
 By the cross are men set free, 
 So watch and pray with Jesus 
 
 'Neath the cross on Calvary. 
 
 Spend an hour near Jesus 
 
 With His loved disciple, John 
 W^ho followed with the Master 
 
 Tho' the others now had gone; 
 Be steadfast, true and loyal 
 
 To the faith that God gave you 
 And pray — "Forgive Them Father 
 
 For They Know Not What They Do" 
 
 (At the Stations of the Cross.) 
 
22 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 Come to Mv J^olp ^War 
 
 Come to Me all ye who labor 
 And I will give ye rest, 
 Come to Me all ye who weary 
 All ye who art oppres't 
 And I will soothe thy sorrows 
 And still the storms of strife, 
 Come to Me for refreshment — 
 For the Bread and Wine of Life. 
 
 Come put on thy wedding garment 
 Come, hasten to the banquet hall 
 Partake the sacred Food of Christ 
 Who gave His life to save ye all. 
 
 Come to Me all ye in darkness 
 
 And I will give ye light, 
 
 Come to Me all ye who are astray 
 
 And I will guide ye right, 
 
 Come to Me all ye who hunger, 
 
 Ye need the Food Divine, 
 
 Come to My holy altar 
 
 For the sacred Bread and Wine. 
 
 (At The Mission.) 
 
Heart Throbs for God 23 
 
 g)t, ^lo^iiu^ ^rap for jMe 
 
 O sweet and gentle guide of youth, 
 Whose heart from sin was ever free, 
 
 Thy soul hath seen the bliss of truth, 
 St. Aloysius pray for me. 
 
 Our blessed mother loved thy voice 
 When it arose in fervent plea — 
 
 With her in heaven you now rejoice, 
 St. Aloysius pray for me. 
 
 Teach me to guard my wayward heart 
 
 And live in holy purity, 
 Teach me to know life's better part, 
 
 St. Aloysius pray for me. 
 
24 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 Me Mt^^ ^ftee S^olj^ Spirit 
 
 {Confirmation Hymn) 
 
 We bless Thee Holy Spirit 
 Thou guide of God's true law, 
 
 Thro' Thee we know His Majesty 
 And worship Him in awe. 
 
 Confirm us Holy Spirit 
 
 Thou blessed paraclete, 
 With all Thy seven-fold gifts of grace 
 
 O make our lives complete. 
 
 Descend, O Holy Spirit, 
 
 Our weary hearts inspire 
 And strengthen us, O heavenly Dove 
 
 With Thy celestial fire. 
 
 Protect us Holy Spirit, 
 
 Thy favour we implore. 
 Decree that we in heav'nly bliss 
 
 The Trinity adore. 
 
Heart Throbs for God 25 
 
 ® (goob g)t, 3Fos;epf) Hear ©ur draper 
 
 O spouse of Mary, Patriarch, 
 Faithful to thy holy dream, 
 Protect thy children of the faith 
 Lead them to happiness supreme. 
 
 O father Joseph, sanctified. 
 Patron of the church of God, 
 We pray thy aid that we may walk 
 The holy way thy steps have trod. 
 
 O blessed Joseph, glorified. 
 
 Toiler for the Word Divine, 
 
 The Holy Child Whom Mary loved 
 
 Will grant for us each prayer of thine. 
 
 O holy Joseph, guardian, 
 Mary's grief thou oft did share. 
 Be thou a solace in our need, 
 O good St. Joseph hear our prayer. 
 
26 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 JSIegjSeb Spirit, paraclete 
 
 O Blessed Spirit, Paraclete, 
 True essence of the God divine 
 Illume our hearts with holy light. 
 On us Thy wond'rous glory shine. 
 
 O Holy Spirit, Infinite, 
 
 Our clouded souls seek light to live, 
 
 Bestow on us Thy constant care, 
 
 To us Thine endless kingdom give. Amen. 
 
 (At Vespers.) 
 
Heart Throbs for God 27 
 
 When the proud and haughty angel 
 
 'Gainst the Most High did rebel, 
 The dread abyss did Thou create 
 
 Into which his cohorts fell — 
 Yet when Eve did not obey Thee 
 
 And from paradise was sent 
 Thou didst promise a Redeemer 
 
 And thro' Him did Thou relent. 
 
 Lord, to bow my head in sorrow 
 Seems a trifling thing from me 
 
 Yet Thou saith there's joy in heaven 
 When my heart returns to Thee. 
 
 Tho' Thou saith unto Thy steward 
 
 Who in dealings was unjust 
 That no longer could he serve Thee — 
 
 That he must forego his trust; 
 Still with all my grievous sinning, 
 
 Is Thine anger slow to vent. 
 Lord, Thy mercy now o'erwhelms me — 
 
 Gracious Saviour I repent. 
 
28 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 ® S>acreb J^eart MitI) ICobe ©'erflotoing 
 
 O Sacred Heart my soul is pleading 
 For Thy sweet love beyond compare, 
 
 Remember not my wayward friendship, 
 Once more Thy sacred bounty share. 
 
 Give me the faith that never falters 
 Grant me Thy love that never dies, 
 
 The fullest grace of Thy Redemption 
 O Sacred Heart Thy love impHes. 
 
 Thou art the Light that clears the shadow, 
 Thy love the wind and wave doth calm, 
 
 And it shall be for all my sinning 
 O Sacred Heart the healing balm. 
 
 Far sweeter than seraphic music 
 Is Thy sweet breath of love to me, 
 
 O Sacred Heart, with love o'erflowing 
 My humble love I give to Thee. 
 
 (At Devotions To The Sacred Heart ) 
 
Heart Throbs for God 29 
 
 tICftou art Bear 3Co ®f)j> Creator 
 
 Thou art dear to thy Creator 
 
 His image stamps thy brow, 
 He gave to thee His only Son 
 
 Redeeming thus the vow 
 That He made unto thy parents 
 
 When they lost paradise: — 
 He gave thee Christ to save from sin 
 
 By His atoning sacrifice. 
 
 Thou art dear to thy Redeemer 
 
 His love surrounds thee still, 
 He gave to thee His flesh and blood 
 
 His promise to fulfill 
 Ere evil did o'erpower Him 
 
 And Christ, The Lamb was slain: — 
 Thou soon will leave thy cleansing place 
 
 And paradise regain. 
 
 (Feast of All Souls.) 
 
30 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 m^Wm a Canble at tCfjp ^Jjrine, ifWotfjer 
 
 Lighting a candle at thy shrine, mother, 
 
 My heart I lift to thee in prayer, 
 TeUing thee my beads one by one, mother, 
 
 Thy fond love for Jesus to share: 
 O ask Him to bless me to-day, mother, 
 
 Thy request He will grant I know 
 He is pleased when you intercede, mother. 
 
 For thy loved children here below. 
 
 Placing a jewel in thy crown, mother, 
 
 I call thee blessed as thou art. 
 Singing thy Canticle of Joy, mother, 
 
 And loving thee with all my heart: 
 
 thou art the truest of friends, mother, 
 Thy comfort to me is divine 
 
 1 thank thee for thy kindly aid, mother. 
 Lighting a candle at thy shrine. 
 
 (At A Novena To The Blessed Virgin.) 
 
Heart Throbs for God 31 
 
 €re ®f)ou g>Ieep 
 
 Ere thou sleep, tho' grown aweary 
 From the turmoil of the day 
 
 Kneel thou at thy bed in silence 
 And to thy Creator pray. 
 
 Ask forgiveness for each thoughtless 
 Sin that tarnishes thy soul; 
 
 Ask His aid that thou might ever 
 Keep each passion in control. 
 
 Thank Him for His many favors 
 Life and raiment, laughter, tears 
 
 All dependeth on His bounty 
 Thro' thy few remaining years. 
 
 Pray thy Saviour, ere thou slumber, 
 That His love shall guide thee right 
 
 Ask thou that He bring thee safely 
 Thro' the watches of the night. 
 
32 Heart Throbs for God 
 
 lamerica (But i^ation* 
 
 National Song 
 
 Words by Music by 
 
 Charles W. Rodgers Harry L. Harts 
 
 O America our nation fair 
 
 We pledge thee aid in peace or strife, 
 
 Thro' thee comes our inherent right 
 To freedom, happiness and life. 
 
 Chorus 
 We pledge allegiance to thy flag 
 
 Proud emblem of thy liberty, 
 We pledge allegiance to thy God 
 
 Who guards thy noble destiny; 
 We love thy rivers, hills and dales, 
 
 Thy peaceful homes where virtue thrives, 
 We stand united for thy cause — 
 
 To thee we dedicate our lives. 
 
 From thy broad Atlantic waters blue 
 
 Unto thy golden western shore 
 Thy loyal sons and daughters all 
 
 Will keep thy banner to the fore. 
 
 *Dedicated thro' the Military Order of the World War 
 to the loyal men and women who served America during 
 the World War. 
 
 Adopted by the MiHtary Order of the [World [War 
 as their official song and published by the Boston Chapter 
 of the Order, 45 Milk Street, Boston. 
 
 Proceeds go to the Hospital Committee for disabled 
 vService Men. 
 
 Copies of the words and music may also be obtained 
 at the Oliver Ditson Music Co., Tremont Street, Boston. 
 Price, fifty cents. 
 
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