The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book

ENGLISH HYMNS

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The St. Gregory Hymnal

English Hymns

ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF FIRST LINES

No. 1

ADVENT

Hark! A Mystic Voice is Sounding
En clara vox

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1.
Hark! A mystic 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 dispelling,
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 with glory,
Wrapping all the earth in fear,
May He then as our Defender,
On the clouds of Heav'n appear.


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No. 2

ADVENT

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel!
Processional

Tr. Dr. J. M. Neale
Traditional Melody "Veni, O Sapientiae"


Maestoso

1.
O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.

Chorus
Rejoice! Rejoice! O Israel!
To thee shall come Emmanuel.

2.
O come Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny;
From depths of hell thy people save,
And give them vict'ry o'er the grave.

3.
O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by thine Advent here,
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death's dark shadows put to flight.

4.
O come, O come, Thou Lord of Might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai's height,
In ancient times didst give the law,
In cloud, and majesty and awe.

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No. 3

ADVENT

Behold! behold He cometh

Processional
Translated from the Latin
S. Webbe


Moderato

Behold! behold He cometh,
Who doth salvation bring;
Lift up your heads rejoicing,
And welcome Zion's King;
With Hymns of joy we praise the Lord,
Hosanna to th' Incarnate Word!

Hosanna to the Saviour,
Who came on Christmas morn,
And, of a lowly Virgin,
Was in a stable born;
Emmanuel! Dear Jesus, come,
Within Thy children make Thy home!

Yea, come in love and meekness,
Our Saviour now to be;
Come to be formed in us,
And make us like to Thee,
Before the Day of Wrath draw near,
When as our Judge Thou shalt appear.

Soon shalt Thou sit in glory
Upon the great White Throne,
And punish all the wicked,
And recompense Thine own;
When ev'ry word and deed and thought
To righteous judgement shall be brought.

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No. 4

CHRISTMAS

Ye faithful, with gladness
Adeste Fideles

Traditional Melody
Free translation by the
Rt. Rev. Hugh T. Henry, Litt. D., L.L.D.


1.
Ye faithful, with gladness,
Banishing all sadness,
O Come ye, O come ye to
Bethlehem! See to us given
Christ, the King of Heaven!

Chorus
While angels hover o'er Him,
And shepherds kneel before Him
O Come, let us adore Him,
Lord And King.

2.
Dear Mary, His Mother,
Give to us as Brother
The Lord whom the angels are
Worshipping: God the eternal
Light of Light supernal!

3.
Again sounding o'er us,
Let the Angel chorus
The anthem of gladness and
Triumph sing: "Glory be given
To the Lord of Heaven!"

4.
Our voices no blending
With their songs unending,
All-joyful, dear Jesus, Thy
Glory sing, Be our endeavor
Thus to praise Thee ever!

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No. 5

CHRISTMAS

See, amid the winter's snow

Rev. E. Caswall
Traditional Melody

Allegretto
1.
See, amid the winter's snow,
Born to us on earth below;
See the tender lamb appears,
Promised from eternal years.

Chorus
Hail, thou ever blessed morn,
Hail, Redemption's happy dawn!
Sing through all Jerusalem,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.

2.
Lo, within a manger lies
He who built the starry skies;
He, who throned in heights sublime,
Sits amid the Cherubim.

3.
Sacred Infant all divine,
What a tender love was Thine;
Thus to come from highest bliss,
Down to such a world as this.

4.
Teach, oh teach us, holy Child,
By Thy Face so meek and mild;
Teach us to resemble Thee
In Thy sweet humility.

5.
Virgin Mother, Mary blest
By the joys the fill thy breast,
Pray for us, that we may prove
Worthy of the Saviour's love.


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No. 6

CHRISTMAS

O Dear Little Children

Carol
Translated by Sister Jeanne Marie
Traditional Melody
Arr. By N. A. M.

Moderato semplice

1.
O dear little children, O come one and all,
Draw near to the crib, here in Bethlehem's stall,
And see what a bright ray of heaven's delight
Our Father has sent on this thrice holy night.

2.
O see in the crib low concealing His might,
See here by the rays of the clear shining light,
In cleanliest swaddle the Heavenly Child
More beauteous than legions of hosts undefiled.

3.
He lies there, O children, on hay and on straw
Dear Mary and Joseph regard Him with awe,
The shepherds, adoring, bow humbly in pray'r,
Angelical choirs with song rend the air.

4.
O children bend low and adore Him today,
O lift up your hands like the shepherds and pray,
Sing joyfully, children, with hearts full of love
In jubilant song join the angels above.

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No. 7

CHRISTMAS

Angels we have heard on high

Bishop Chadwick
Nicola. A. Montani

Allegro moderato

1.
Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.

2.
Shepherd, why this jubilee?
Why your rapturous strains prolong?
What may the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav'nly song?

3.
Come to Bethlehem, and see
Him Whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.

4.
See Him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.

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No. 8

CHRISTMAS

The snow lay on the ground
Old English Carol

Rev. Dr. Lingard
Edv. Grieg
Arr. By N. A. M.

Non troppo lento

1.
The snow lay on the ground, the stars shone bright
When Christ our Lord was born on Christmas night.

2.
'Twas Mary, daughter pure of holy Anne,
That brought into this world the God made Man.

3.
She laid Him in the stall at Bethlehem;
The ass and oxen shared the roof with him.

4.
Saint Joseph to was by, to tend the Child;
To guard Him, and protect His Mother mild.

5.
The angels hovered 'round, and sang this song;
"Venite, adoremus Dominum."

6.
And then that manger poor became a throne;
For He whom Mary bore was God the Son.

7.
O come then, let us join the heav'nly host,
To praise the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.


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No. 9

CHRISTMAS

Stars of Glory

Carol
Dr. Husenbeth
S. Janowska

Slowly

1.
Stars of glory, shine more brightly,
Purer be the moonlight's beam,
Glide, ye hours and moments, lightly,
Swiftly down time's deepening stream;
Bring the hour that banished sadness
Brought redemption down to earth;
When the shepherds heard with gladness
Tidings of the Saviour's birth.

2.
See a beauteous angel soaring
In the bright celestial blaze,
On the shepherds, low adoring
Rest his mild effulgent rays;
"Fear not," cries the heav'nly stranger,
"Him Whom ancient seers foretold,
Weeping in a lowly manger
Shepherds, haste ye to behold."

3.
See the shepherd quickly rising,
Hast'ning to the humble stall,
And the newborn Infant prizing,
As the mighty Lord of all;
Lowly now they bend before Him
In His helpless infant state,
Firmly faithful, they adore Him,
And His greatness celebrate.

4.
Hark! The swell of heav'nly voices
Peals along the vaulted sky;
Angels sing while earth rejoices
"Glory to our God on high;
Glory in the highest heaven,
Peace to humble men on earth;"
Joy to these and bliss is given
In the great Redeemer's birth.


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No. 10

CHRISTMAS
O Sing a joyous carol

Sister M. B.
from "Alte Katholische geistliche Kirchengesang" (Koln, 1599)*

* Catholic melody incorrectly attributed to M. Praetorius

Joyously

1.
O sing a joyful carol
Unto the holy Child,
And praise with gladsome voices
His Mother undefiled.
Our gladsome voices greeting
Shall hail our Infant King
And our sweet Lady listens
When joyful voices sing.

2.
Who is there meekly lying
In yonder stable poor?
Dear children, it is Jesus;
He bids you now adore.
Who is there kneeling by Him
In Virgin beauty fair?
It is our Mother Mary,
She bids you all draw near.

3.
Who is there near the cradle,
That guards the holy Child?
It is our father Joseph
Chaste spouse of Mary mild.
Dear children, oh, how joyful
With them in Heav'n to be!
God grant that none be missing
From that festivity.


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No. 11

CHRISTMAS

Silent night, Holy night

Fr. Gruber
  Arr. by Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1.
Silent night, holy night!
Bethlehem sleeps yet what light
Floats around the holy pair;
Songs of Angels fill the air
Strains of heavenly peace,
Strains of heavenly peace.

2.
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds first see the light,
Hear the Alleluias ring
Which the Angel chorus sing
"Christ the Savior has come
Christ the Savior has come!"

3.
Silent night, holy night!
Son of God! Oh, what light
Radiates from Thy manger bed
Over realms with darkness spread,
Thou in Bethlehem born,
Thou in Bethlehem born.


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No. 12

CHRISTMAS

A Virgin most pure, as the Prophets did tell
Ancient Carol

Traditional Melody
Arr. by N. A. M.
Slowly

1.
A Virgin most pure, as the Prophets did tell,
Hath brought forth a Saviour, as it hath befell,
To be our Redeemer from death, hell and sin,
Which Adam's transgression had wrapped us in.

Chorus
Rejoice and be merry, Set sorrow aside
Jesus our Saviour was born on this tide.

2.
In Bethlehem city in Jewry it was,
Where Joseph and Mary together did pass,
And there to be taxed with many one more.
For Caesar commanded the same should be so.

3.
But when they had entered the city so fair,
A number of people so mighty was there
That Mary and Joseph, whose substance was small,
Could procure in the Inn no lodging at all.

4.
Then they were constrained in a stable to lie,
Where oxen and asses they used there to tie;
Their lodging so simple they held it no scorn,
But against the next morning a Saviour was born.

5.
The King of glory to this world being brought
Small store of fine linen to wrap him was sought;
When Mary had swaddled her young Son so sweet,
Within an ox manger she laid Him to sleep.

6.
Then God sent an angel from heaven so high,
To certain poor shepherds in fields where they lie,
And charged them no longer in sorrow to stay,
Because that our Saviour was born on this day.

7.
Then presently after the shepherds did spy
A number of angels appear in the sky;
Who joyfully talked and sweetly did sing,
"To God be all glory, our heavenly King."


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No. 13

CHRISTMAS

Hark! the Herald Host is singing

E. Humperdinck
Joyously

1.
Hark! The herald host is singing,
Thro' the silent holy night,
Tidings of great joy they're bringing,
From yon starry azure height.
And each heart is filled with gladness,
At the message which they bring;
"Christ is born, forget all sadness,
Trust in Him, your Saviour King!"

2.
And behold the stars bright glowing,
Shed o'er earth their radiant light,
While from Angels' lips are flowing
Anthems thro' the holy night.
Bright each window now is glowing,
Lighted by the Christmas tree;
And each cheek with joy is glowing,
And each heart is filled with glee.

3.
Soft the messengers from heaven
Wing their flight from home to home;
Bearing lessons God hath given
Unto all the earth that roam.
"Welcome, welcome Christmas evening
Bringing peace and love to earth!"
Show your gratitude, rejoicing,
Christians in your Saviour's birth!

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No. 14

CHRISTMAS

Sleep, Holy Babe
(For additional Christmas Hymns see Hymns Nos. 126 $ 127 and Latin Hymns).

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Traditional Melody

Semplice

1.
Sleep, Holy Babe,
Upon Thy Mothers breast!
Great Lord of earth and sea and sky,
How sweet it is to see Thee lie
In such a place of rest!

2.
Sleep, Holy Babe,
Thine Angels watch around;
All bending low with folded wings
Before th'Incarnate King of Kings,
In rev'rent awe profound.

3.
Sleep, Holy Babe,
While I with Mary gaze
In joy upon that Face awhile,
Upon the loving Infant smile,
Which there divinely plays.

4.
Sleep, Holy Babe,
O snatch Thy brief repose;
Too quickly will Thy slumber break,
And Thou to lengthened pains awake,
That death alone shall close.


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No. 15

THE MOST HOLY NAME

O Jesus, Thou the beauty art
Jesu, decus Angelicum

St. Bernard
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani

Andante religioso

1.
O Jesus, Thou the beauty art
Of Angel worlds above;
Thy name is music to the heart
Inflaming it with love
Celestial sweetness unalloy'd
Who eat Thee hunger still;
Who drink of Thee still feel a void
Which naught but Thee canst fill.

2.
O my sweet Jesus, hear the sighs
Which unto Thee I send;
To Thee mine inmost spirit cries,
My being's hope and end.
Stay with us Lord, with Thy light
Illume the soul's abyss;
Dispel the darkness of the night
And fill the world with bliss.


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No 16.

THE MOST HOLY NAME

To the Name that brings salvation
Processional

Dr. J. M. Neale
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1.
To the Name that brings salvation,
Honor, worship, let us pay
Which for many a generation
Hid in God's foreknowledge lay.
But with holy exultation
We may sing aloud today.

2.
Name of gladness, Name of pleasure,
By this tongue ineffable
Name of sweetness passing measure
To the ear delectable,
'Tis our safeguard and our treasure,
'Tis our help 'gainst sin and hell.

3.
'Tis the Name for adoration,
'Tis the Name of victory,
'Tis the Name for meditation
In this vale of misery,
'Tis the Name for veneration
By the citizens on high.

4.
'Tis the Name that whoso preaches
Finds it music to the ear;
Who in pray'r this Name beseeches
Sweetest comfort findeth near;
Who its perfect wisdom reacheth
Heav'nly joy possesseth here.


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No. 17

THE MOST HOLY NAME

Jesus the very thought of Thee
Jesu, dulcis memoria

St. Bernard
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Traditional Melody

Religioso

1.
Jesus the very though of Thee,
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy Face to see
And in Thy presence rest.

2.
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame
Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind.

3.
O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art,
How good to those who seek.

4.
Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
O Jesus, be our glory now
And through eternity.


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No. 18

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

He Who once, in righteous vengeance
Ira justa conditoris

(Feast of the Precious Blood)

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
J. Mohr
Arr. by N. A. M.

Moderato

1.
He who once, in righteous vengeance,
Whelm'd the world beneath the flood,
Once again in mercy cleansed it
With the stream of His own Blood,
Coming from His throne on high
On the painful cross to die.

2.
Blest with this all saving shower,
Earth her beauty straight resumed;
In the place of thorns and briers
Myrtles sprang and roses bloom'd
Bitter wormwood of the waste
Into honey changed its taste.

3.
When before the Judge we tremble,
Conscious of his broken laws,
May this Blood in that dread hour
Cry aloud and plead our cause;
Bid our guilty terrors cease,
Be our pardon and our peace.


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No. 19

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

"Man of Sorrows, wrapt in grief"

M. Bridges
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante Mod

1.
Man of sorrows, wrapt in grief,
Bow Thine ear to our relief;
Thou for us the path hast trod
Of the dreadful wrath of God;
Thou the cup of fire hast drained
Till its light alone remained.
Lamb of Love! We look to Thee;
Hear our mournful litany.

2.
By the garden, fraught with woe,
Whither Thou full oft wouldst go;
By Thine agony of prayer
In the desolation there;
By the dire and deep distress
Of that myst'ry fathomless;
Lord, our tears in mercy see;
Hearken to our litany.

3.
By the chalice brimming o'er
With disgrace and torment sore;
By those lips which fain would pray
That it might but pass away;
By the Heart which drank it dry,
Lest a rebel race should die
Be Thy pity, Lord our plea;
Hear our solemn litany.

4.
Man of Sorrows! Let Thy grief
Purchase for us our relief;
Lord of Mercy! Bow Thine ear,
Slow to anger, swift to hear;
By the Cross's royal road
Lead us to the throne of God,
There for aye to sing to Thee
Heav'n's triumphant litany.


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No. 20

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

By the blood that flowed from Thee
Litany of the Passion

C. M. Caddell
Nicola. A. Montani

Lento ma non troppo

1.
By the blood that flowed from Thee
In Thy bitter agony;
By the scourge so meekly borne;
By Thy purple robe of scorn;

1st Chorus
Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry!

2d Chorus
Thou wert suff'ring once as we;

Tutti
We thy children sing to Thee.

2.
By the thorns that crowned Thy Head;
By Thy sceptre of a reed;
By Thy Footsteps faint and slow
Weighted beneath Thy Cross of woe,

3.
By the nails and pointed spear;
By Thy people's cruel jeer;
By Thy dying pray'r which rose
Begging mercy for Thy foes.

4.
By the darkness thick as night
Blotting out the sun from sight;
By the cry with which in death
Thou didst yield Thy parting Breath.

5.
By Thy weeping Mother's woe;
By the sword that pierced her through,
When, in anguish standing by,
On the Cross she saw Thee die.


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No. 21

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

Oh come and mourn with me awhile
Jesus Crucified

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Andante religioso

1.
Oh come an mourn with me awhile!
See, Mary calls us to her side;
Oh come and let us mourn with her;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

2.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! Look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

3.
How fast His Hand and Feet are nailed;
His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing eyes are blind with Blood;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

4.
Seven times He spoke, seven words of love,
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

5.
Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed;
His failing eyes He strove to guide
With mindful love to Mary's face,
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

6.
Come take thy stand beneath the Cross
And let the blood from out that Side
Fall gently on thee, drop by drop,
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!


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No. 22

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

Sacred Head Surrounded
"O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden"

St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153)
Melody by H. L. Hassler (1600)
Adaptation as given by J. S. Bach in his "St. Matthew's Passion"

Largo

1.
O Sacred Head, surrounded,
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head, so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue come o'er Thee
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.

2.
I see Thy strength and vigor
All fading in the strife,
And death, with cruel rigor,
Bereaving Thee of life;
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
O turn Thy face on me!

3.
In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me,
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be;
Beneath Thy Cross abiding,
Forever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.


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No. 23

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

At the Cross her station keeping
Stabat Mater

Jacopone da Todi. XIV Cent.
Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661
Harmonized by N. A. M.

Not too slow

1.
At the Cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.

2.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword has passed.

3.
O that blessed one, grief laden,
Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden,
Mother of the All-blest one.

4.
How she stood in desolation
Upward gazing on the passion
Of that deathless dying Son.

5.
Who could see, from tears refraining,
Christ's dear Mother uncomplaining
In so great a sorrow bowed?

6.
Who, unmoved, beheld her languish
Underneath His Cross of anguish,
'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd?

7.
For His people's sin th'All Holy
She beheld, the victim lowly,
Bleed in torments, bleed and die.

8.
Saw her well-beloved taken,
Saw her Child in death forsaken,
Heard his last expiring cry.

9.
Fount of love and sacred sorrow,
Mother! May my spirit borrow
Sadness from thy holy woe.

10.
May my spirit burn within me,
Love my God, and great love win me
Grace to please Him here below.


11.
Those five Wounds on Jesus smitten,
Mother, in my heart be written,
Deep as in thine own they be.

12.
Thou, my Savior's Cross who bearest,
Thou, Thy Son's rebuke who sharest,
Let me share them both with thee.

13.
In the Passion of my Maker
Be my sinful soul partaker,
Weep till death, and weep with thee.

14.
Mine with thee be that sad station,
There to watch the great Salvation,
Wrought upon th'atoning Tree.

15.
Virgin, thou of virgins fairest,
May the bitter woe thou sharest
Make on me impression deep.

16.
Thus Christ's dying may I carry,
With Him in His passion tarry,
And His wounds in mem'ry keep.

17.
May His wounds transfix me wholly,
May His Cross and Life Blood holy
Embriate my heart and mind.

18.
Thus inflamed with pure affection,
In the Virgin's Son protection
May I at the judgment find.

19.
When in death my limbs are failing,
Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailing
Lift me, Jesus, to Thy throne.

20.
To my parting soul be given
Entrance through the gate of Heaven,
There confess me for Thine own.

Amen


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No. 24

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

I see my Jesus crucified

Nicola A. Montani

Devoto

1.
I see my Jesus crucified,
His wounded Hands and Feet and Side,
His sacred Flesh all rent and torn,
His bloody crown of sharpest thorn.

2.
Those cruel nails, I drove them in,
Each time I pierced Him with my sin
That crown of thorns 'twas I who wove,
When I despised His gracious love.

3.
Then to those Feet I'll venture near,
And wash them with a contrite tear,
And ev'ry bleeding wound I see,
I'll think He bore them all for me.

4.
Deep graven on my sinful heart,
Oh, never may that form depart,
That with me always may abide
The thought of Jesus crucified.


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No. 25

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

O'erwhelmed in depths of woe
Saevo dolorum turbine

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1.
O'erwhelmed in depths of woe,
Upon the Tree of scorn
Hangs the Redeemer of mankind,
With racking anguish torn.

2.
See! How the nails those Hands
And Feet so tender rend;
See! Down His Face, and Neck, and Breast,
His sacred Blood descend.

3.
Hark! With what awful cry,
His Spirit takes its flight;
That cry, it smote His Mother's heart
And wrapt her soul in night.

4.
Come, fall before His Cross,
Who shed for us His blood;
Who dies, the victim of pure love,
To make us Sons of God.

5.
Jesu! All praise to Thee,
Our joy and endless rest;
Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here,
Our Crown amid the blest.


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No. 26

PALM SUNDAY

All glory, laud and honor

From the Latin of St.Theodulph by Dr. J. M. Neale
M. Haydn

Maestoso con spirito

1.
All glory, laud, and honor
To Thee Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.

Refrain
All glory, laud, and honor,
To Thee Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.

2.
Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name comest
The King and blessed One.

3.
The company of angels
Are praising Thee on high,
And mortal men and all things
Created make reply.

4.
The people of the Hebrews
With palms before them went;
To praise and pray'r and anthems
Before Thee we present.

5.
To Thee before Thy Passion
They sang their hymn of praise;
To Thee now high exalted
Our melody we raise.

6.
Thou didst accept their praises,
Accept the pray'rs we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.


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No. 27

EASTERTIDE

Jesus Christ is risen today
Processional
Surrexit Christus hodie

Translated by the Rev. J. O'Connor
Nicola A. Montani

Joyously

1.
Jesus Christ is ris'n today!    (Solo)
Alleluia!                       (Chorus)
Sinners, wipe your tears away!  (Solo)
Alleluia!                       (Chorus)
He Whose death upon the Cross   (Solo)
Alleluia!                       (Chorus)
Saveth us from endless loss.    (Solo)
Alleluia!                       (Chorus)

2.
See the holy women come,
Alleluia!
Bearing spices to the tomb;
Alleluia!
Hear the white-clad Angel's voice
Alleluia!
Bid the universe rejoice!
Alleluia!

3.
Go! Tell all his brethren dear,
Alleluia!
"He is ris'n, He is not here!
Alleluia!
Seek Him not among the dead;
Alleluia!
He has risen as He said."
Alleluia!

4.
Glory, Jesus, be to Thee!
Alleluia!
Thine own might hath set Thee free.
Alleluia!
Come, for primal joy restored,
Alleluia!
Let us bless our Pascal Lord!
Alleluia!


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No. 28

EASTERTIDE

"Ye Sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 1)
O Filii et Filiae
Processional

Jean Tisserand (1494)
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Traditional Melody from
"Airs sur les Hymnes sacres, Odes et Noels," (Paris 1623)


Maestoso

Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

1.
Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King adored,
This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

2.
All in the early morning grey
Went holy women on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

3.
Of spices pure a precious store
In their pure hands those women bore,
To anoint the Sacred Body o'er. Alleluia!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

4.
Then straightway One in white they see,
Who saith, "Ye seek the Lord; but He
Is ris'n, and gone to Galilee." Alleluia!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

5.
This told they Peter, told they John,
Who forthwith to the tomb are gone;
But Peter is by John outrun. Alleluia!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

6.
That selfsame night, while out of fear
The doors were shut, their Lord most dear
To His Apostles did appear. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

7.
But Thomas when of this He heard,
Was doubtful of his brethren's word;
Wherefore again there comes the Lord. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

8.
"Thomas, behold My Side" saith He;
"My Hands, My Feet, My Body see,
And doubt not, but believe in Me." Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

9.
When Thomas saw that wounded Side,
The truth no longer he denied;
"Thou art my Lord and God," he cried. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

10.
Oh, blest are they who have not seen
Their Lord, and yet believe in Him:
Eternal life awaiteth them. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

11.
Now let us praise the Lord most high,
And strive His Name to magnify
On this great day through earth and sky: Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

12.
Whose mercy ever runneth o'er,
Whom men and Angel Hosts adore,
To Him be glory ever more. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!


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No. 29

EASTERTIDE

"Ye sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 2)
O Filii et Filiae

Jean Tisserand (died 1494)
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Melody taken from the Gloria of the Magnificat terii toni
by Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina


Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!
1.
Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King adored,
This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

2.
All in the early morning grey
Went holy women on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

Note: Additional stanzas given in previous hymn (28).

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No. 30

EASTERTIDE

Now at the Lamb's royal feast
Ad regias Agni dapes

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola. A. Montani


Allegro moderato

1.
Now at the Lamb's royal feast,
In robes of saintly white, we sing,
Thro' the Red Sea in safety brought
By Jesus our immortal King.
O depth of love! For us He drains
The chalice of His agony;
For us a Victim on the Cross
He meekly lays Him down to die.

2.
And as th'avenging Angel pass'd
Of old the blood be-sprinkled door;
As the cleft sea a passage gave,
Then closed to whelm th'Egyptians o're;
So Christ, our Paschal Sacrifice,
Has brought us safe all perils thro',
While for unleavened bread He asks,
But heart sincere and purpose true.

3.
Hail, purest Victim Heav'n could find
The pow'rs of Hell to overthrow!
Who didst the bonds of Death unbind
Who dost the prize of Life bestow.
Hail, victor Christ! Hail, risen King!
To Thee alone belongs the crown;
Who has at the heav'nly gates unbarred,
And cast the Prince of darkness down.

4.
O Jesus! From the death of sin
Keep us, we pray; so shalt Thou be
The everlasting Paschal joy
Of all the souls newborn in Thee;
To God the Father, with the Son
Who from the grave immortal rose,
And Thee, O Paraclete be praise,
While age on endless ages flows.


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No. 31

EASTERTIDE

Christ the Lord is risen today
Victimae Paschali Laudes

Translated by Miss Leeson
Nicola A. Montani


Allegro Modto

1.
Christ the Lord is ris'n today;
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 lives, 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 day
Haste with joy your vows to pay;
Christ the Lord is ris'n on high;
Now He lives, no more to die.

3.
Say, O wond'ring Mary, say
What thou sawest on the way,
"I beheld, where Christ had lain,
Empty tomb 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."

4.
Christ, Who once for sinners bled,
Now the first-born from the dead,
Thron'd in endless might and pow'r,
Lives and reigns forever more.
Hail, eternal hope on high!
Hail, Thou King of victory!
Hail, Thou Prince of life ador'd!
Help and save us, gracious Lord!


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No. 32

ASCENSION

Lift up, ye princes of the sky
Ps. xxiii

Translated by Father Aylward from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. By N. A. M.

With animation

1.
Lift up, ye princes of the sky,
Lift up your portals, lift them high;
And you, ye everlasting gates,
Back on your golden hinges fly;
For lo, the King of glory waits
To enter in victoriously.
Who is the King of glory?
Tell, O ye who sing His praise so well.

2.
The Lord of strength and matchless might,
The Lord all-conquering in the fight,
List, lift your portals, lift them high,
Ye princes of the conquered sky;
And you, ye everlasting gates,
Back on your golden hinges fly;
For lo, the King of glory waits,
The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.


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No. 33

ASCENSION
O Thou pure light of souls that love
Salutis humanae Sator
  Translated by Father Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. By N. A. M.

Moderato assai

1.
O Thou pure light of souls that love,
True joy of ev'ry human breast,
Sower of life's immortal seed,
Our Maker, and Redeemer blest!

2.
What wonderous pity Thee o'ercame
To make our guilty load Thine own,
And sinless suffer death and shame,
For our transgressions to atone!

3.
Thou, bursting Hades open wide,
Didst all the captive souls unchain;
And thence to Thy dread Father's side
With glorious pomp ascend again.

4.
O still may pity Thee compel
To heal the wounds of which we die;
And take me in Thy light to dwell,
Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh.

5.
Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal;
Be thou our pathway to the skies;
Our joy when sorrow fills our soul;
In death our everlasting prize.

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No. 34

PENTECOST

Holy Spirit, Lord of Light

Processional
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
S. Webbe (1740-1816)


Marcato

1.
Holy Spirit, Lord of Light,
From the clear celestial height,
Thy pure beaming radiance give.
Come, Thou Father of the poor,
Come with treasures which endure;
Come Thou light of all that live.

2.
Thou, of all consolers best,
Thou, the soul's delightsome guest,
Dost refreshing peace bestow;
Thou in toil art comfort sweet;
Pleasant coolness in the heat;
Solace in the midst of woe.

3.
Light immortal, Light divine,
Visit thou these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill;
If Thou take Thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turned to ill.

4.
Thou, on those who evermore
Thee confess and Thee adore,
In thy sev'nfold gifts descend;
Give them comfort when they die;
Give them life with Thee on high;
Give them joys that never end.


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No. 35

PENTECOST

Come Holy Ghost, Creator Come
Veni Creator Spiritus

Translated by Dryden
W. A. Mozart
Arr. from the figured bass by N. A. M.
Melody "O Gottes Lamm" Koch. Verz. No. 343


Moderato

1.
Come, Holy Ghost, Creator come
From Thy bright heav'nly throne,
Come, take possession of our souls,
And make them all Thy own.
Thou Who art called the Paraclete,
Best gift of God above,
The living spring, the living fire,
Sweet unction and true love.

2.
Thou who are sev'nfold in Thy grace,
Finger of God's right hand;
His promise teaching little ones
To speak and understand.
O, guide our minds with Thy bless'd light
With love our hearts inflame;
And with Thy strength, which ne'er decays,
Confirm our mortal frame.

3.
Through Thee may we the Father know,
Thro' Thee th'Eternal Son,
And Thee, the Spirit of the both,
Thrice blessed Three in One.
All Glory to the Father be,
With His coequal Son;
The same to Thee, great Paraclete,
While endless ages run.

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No. 36

PENTECOST

O Come, Creator Spirit! Come
Veni Creator Spiritus

Translated by Father Faber
K. Kurpinski


Lento

1.
O come Creator Spirit come,
Vouchsafe to make our minds Thy home
And with Thy heav'nly grace fulfil
The hearts Thou madest at Thy will.

2.
Thou that are named the Paraclete,
The Gift of God, His Spirit sweet;
The living Fountain, Fire, and Love,
And gracious Unction from above.

3.
The sev'nfold grace Thou dost expand,
O Finger of the Father's Hand;
True promise of the Father, rich
In gifts of tongues and various speech.

4.
To God the Father let us raise
And to His only Son, our praise,
Praise to the Holy Spirit be
Now, and for all eternity.


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No. 37

PENTECOST

Spirit of Grace and Union
Qui procedis ab utroque

Adam of St. Victor
Nicola A. Montani


Moderato

1.
Spirit of grace and Union!
Who from the Father and the Son
Dost equally proceed.
Inflame our hearts with holy fire
Our lips with eloquence inspire,
And strengthen us in need.

2.
The Father and the Son through Thee
Are linked in perfect unity
And everlasting love;
Ineffably Thou dost pervade
All nature; and Thyself unsway'd
The whole creation move.

3.
O inexhaustive Fount of light!
How doth Thy radiance put to flight
The darkness of the mind!
The pure are only pure through Thee;
Thou only dost the guilty free,
And cheer with light the blind.

4.
Lord of all sanctity and might!
Immense, immortal, infinite!
The life of earth and Heav'n!
Be, through eternal length of days,
All honor, glory, blessing, praise,
And adoration giv'n!


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No. 38

THE HOLY TRINITY

O God of loveliness
O bello Dio, Signor del Paradiso

Translated by Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R.
Traditional Melody "Schonster Herr Jesu"
Pilgrims' Song dating from the time of the Crusades.
Adapted by N. A. M.


Andante Maestoso

1.
O God of loveliness, O Lord of Heav'n above
How worthy to posses My heart's devoted love!
So sweet Thy Countenance, So gracious to behold,
That one, one only glance To me were bliss untold.

2.
Thou art blest Three in One, Yet undivided still;
Thou art that One alone Whose love my heart can fill.
The heav'ns and earth below, Were fashioned by Thy Word;
How amiable art Thou, My ever dearest Lord!

3.
To think Thou art my God, O thought forever blest!
My heart has overflowed With joy within my breast.
My soul so full of bliss Is plunged as in a sea,
Deep in the sweet abyss of holy charity.

4.
O loveliness supreme, And Beauty infinite;
O everflowing Stream, And Ocean of delight;
O life by which I live, My truest life above,
To Thee alone I give My undivided love.


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No. 39

THE HOLY TRINITY

Holy God, we praise Thy Name
Te Deum Laudamus

Translated by Rev. Clarence Walworth  (1820-1900)
Melody from the "Katholisches Gesangbuch"  (1775)


Maestoso

1.
Holy God, we praise Thy Name,
Lord of all, we bow before Thee;
All on earth Thy sceptre claim;
All in heav'n above adore Thee,
Infinite Thy vast domain,
Everlasting is Thy reign,

2.
Hark! The loud celestial hymn,
Angel choirs above are raising!
Cherubim and Seraphim
In unceasing chorus praising;
Fill the Heav'ns with sweet accord;
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

3.
Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee,
While in essence only One,
Undivided God we claim Thee;
And adoring bend the knee,
While we own the mystery.


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No. 40

THE HOLY TRINITY

Full of Glory, full of wonders

Processional
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani


Allegro moderato

1.
Full of glory, full of wonders,
Majesty Divine
'Mid Thine everlasting thunders
How Thy lightnings shine!
Shoreless Ocean! Who shall sound Thee?
Thine own eternity is round Thee,
Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine!

2.
Timeless, spaceless, single, lonely,
Yet sublimely Three,
Thou art grandly, always, only
God in Unity!
Lone in grandeur, lone in glory,
Who shall tell thy wonderous story,
Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity?

3.
Splendors upon splendors beaming
Change and intertwine!
Glories over glories streaming
All translucent shine!
Blessings, praises, adorations
Greet Thee from the trembling nations
Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine!


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No. 41

OUR BLESSED LORD

I need Thee, Precious Jesus

(Communion Hymn)
For additional Communion Hymns see NOS. 44, 47, 49, 51, 53, 54, 122.
From a Slovak hymn
Arr. by N. A. M.


With devotion

1.
I need Thee, precious Jesus
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend to soothe and sympathize,
A friend to care for me.
I need Thy Heart, sweet Jesus,
To feel each anxious care;
I long to tell my ev'ry want,
And all my sorrows share.

2.
I need Thy Blood, sweet Jesus,
To wash each sinful stain;
To cleanse this sinful soul of mine,
And make it pure again.
I need Thy Wounds, sweet Jesus,
To fly from perils near,
To shelter in these hallowed clefts,
From ev'ry doubt and fear.

3.
I need Thee, sweetest Jesus,
In Thy Sacrament of Love;
To nourish this poor soul of mine,
With treasures of Thy Love.
I'll need Thee, sweetest Jesus,
When death's dread hour draws nigh,
To hide me in Thy Sacred Heart,
Till wafted safe on high.


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No. 42

OUR BLESSED LORD

When morning gilds the skies
(May Jesus Christ be praised)

Processional
Translated by Father Caswall
Traditional Melody (1678)


Moderato

1.
When morning gilds the skies,  (Solo Voices ad lib)
My heart awaking cries:
May Christ be praised!         (Chorus)
Alike at work and prayer:      (Solo Voices)
To Jesus I repair:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!         (Chorus)

2.
The sacred minster bell,
It peals o'er hill and dell:
May Christ be praised!
Oh! Hark to what it sings:
As joyously it rings:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

3.
To Thee, my God above,
I cry with glowing love:
May Christ be praised!
The fairest graces spring
In hearts the ever sing:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

4.
To God the Word on high,
The host of angels cry:
May Christ be praised!
May mortals, to upraise
Their voice in hymn of praise:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

5.
Let earth's wide circle round
In joyful notes resound:
May Christ be praised!
Let air and sea and sky,
From depths to heights reply:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

6.
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine:
May Christ be praised!
Be this th'eternal song,
Through all the ages on:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!


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No. 43

OUR BLESSED LORD

Crown Him with many Crowns

Processional
Matthew Bridges
Nicola A. Montani


With expression

1.
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon the throne;
Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns
All music but its own;
Awake, my soul and sing
Of Him who dies for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Thro' all eternity.

2.
Crown Him the Virgin's Son,
The God Incarnate born;
Whose arm those crimson trophies won,
Which now His brow adorn!
Fruit of the Mystic Rose,
As of the Rose the Stem;
The Root whence Mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.

3.
Crown Him the Lord of Love:
Behold His hands and side,
Rich Wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No Angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.

4.
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose pow'r a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in pray'r and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pier-ced Feet
Fair flow'rs of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.

5.
Crown Him the Lord of heaven,
One with the Father known,
And the blest Spirit through Him giv'n
From yonder Triune throne:
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Thro'out eternity.

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No. 44

OUR BLESSED LORD

Jesus, Lord, be Thou mine own
Mondo, piu, per me non sei

Communion Hymn
St. Alphonsus
Don Lorenzo Perosi
Tr. Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R.


Moderato

1.
Jesus Lord, be Thou mine own;
Thee I long for, Thee alone;
All myself, I give to Thee;
Do whate'er Thou wilt with me.

2.
Life without Thy love would be
Death, O Sovereign Good, to me;
Bound and held by Thy dear chains
Captive now my heart remains.

3.
Thou, O God, my heart inflame,
Give that love which Thou dost claim;
Payment I will ask for none;
Love demands but love alone.

4.
God of beauty, Lord of Light,
Thy good will is my delight;
Now henceforth Thy will divine
Ever shall in all be mine.


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No. 45

OUR BLESSED LORD

Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep
The Good Shepherd

Processional
Pastor Amans
Miss J. E. Leeson   (1807-1882)
Adaptation of a Litany Melody from Catholic Hymntunes
(Publ. 1819; J.M.Capes)


Moderato

1.
Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep
Keep me, Lord in safety keep;
Nothing can Thy pow'r withstand,
None can pluck me from Thy Hand.
Loving Shepherd, Thou didst give
Thine own life that I might live;
May I love Thee day by day,
Gladly Thy sweet Will obey.

2.
Loving Shepherd, ever near,
Teach me still Thy voice to hear;
Suffer not my step to stray
From the strait and narrow way.
Where Thou leadest may I go,
Walking in Thy steps below;
Then before Thy Father's throne,
Jesus, claim me for Thine own.


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No. 46

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

The Very Angels' Bread
Panis Angelicus

Tr. by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D.
P. Meurers


Slowly

1.
The very Angels' Bread
Doth food to men afford;
The types have vanished,
Remains the Truth adored:
O wonderous mystery
Their banquet is the Lord
The poor and lowly, bond and free.

2.
O God forever blest,
O Three in One, we pray:
Visit the longing breast
Enter this house of clay,
And lead us through the Night
Unto the perfect Day
Where dwellest Thou in endless light.


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No. 47

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Soul of my Saviour
Anima Christi

L. Dobici


Slowly: with devotion

1.
Soul of my Savior sanctify my breast,
Body of Christ, be Thou my saving guest;
Blood of my Saviour bathe me in Thy Tide;
Wash me, ye waters gushing from His Side.

2.
Strength and protection may His Passion be,
O blessed Jesus, hear and answer me;
Deep in Thy Wounds, Lord, hide and shelter me;
So shall I never, never part from Thee.

3.
Guard and defend me from the foe malign;
In death's drear moments make me only Thine;
Call me and bid me come to Thee on high,
Where I may praise Thee with Thy Saints for aye.


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No. 48

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Thee prostrate I adore
(Adoro Te devote)

St. Thomas Aquinas
Translated by Father Aylward, O. P.
Nicola A. Montani


Moderato devoto

1.
Thee prostrate I adore, The Deity that lies
Beneath these humble veils, Concealed from human eyes;
My heart doth wholly yield, Subjected to Thy sway,
For contemplating Thee it wholly faints away.

Chorus
Hail, Jesus, hail; do Thou, Good Shepherd of the sheep,
Increase in all true hearts the faith they fondly keep.

2.
The sight, the touch, the taste, In Thee are here deceived;
But by the ear alone this truth is safe believed;
I hold whate'er the Son of God hath said to me;
Than this blest word of truth no word can truer be,

3.
I see not with mine eyes, Thy Wounds, as Thomas saw;
Yet own Thee for my God with equal love and awe;
Oh grant me, that my faith may ever firmer be,
That all my hope and love may still repose in Thee.

4.
Memorial sweet, that shows the death of my dear Lord;
Thou living bread, that life dost unto man afford;
Oh grant, that this my soul may ever live on Thee,
That Thou mayst evermore its only sweetness be.


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No. 49

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Jesus, gentlest Saviour

Thanksgiving after Communion
For additional Communion Hymns See Nos. 41, 44, 51, 54, 128 to 131.
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani


Andante semplice

1.
Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
God of might and pow'r!
Thou Thyself art dwelling
In us at this hour.
Nature cannot hold Thee,
Heav'ns is all too strait
For Thine endless glory
And Thy royal state.

2.
Out beyond the shining
Of the furthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
Infinitely far.
Yet the hearts of children
Hold what words 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
Heav'ns eternal bliss!
Ah! When wilt Thou always
Make our hearts Thy home?
We must wait for heaven
Then the day will come.

4.
Now at least we'll keep Thee
All the time we may;
But Thy grace and blessing
We will keep alway.
When our hearts Thou leavest
Worthless tho' they be,
Give them to Thy Mother
To be kept for Thee.

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No. 50

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

The Word, descending from above
Verbum supernum prodiens

St. Thomas Aquinas
Translated by the Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani


Non troppo lento

1.
The Word descending from above,
Though with the Father still on high,
Went forth upon His work of love;
And soon to life's last eve drew nigh.

2.
He shortly to a death accursed
By a disciple shall be giv'n;
But, to His twelve disciples, first
He gives Himself, the Bread of Heav'n.

3.
Himself in either kind He gave;
He gave His Flesh, He gave His Blood;
Of flesh and blood all men are made;
And He of man would be the Food.

4.
At birth our brother He became;
At meat Himself as food He gives;
To ransom us He died in shame;
As our reward, in bliss He lives.

5.
O saving victim open wide
The gate of Heav'n to man below!
Sore press our foes from ev'ry side;
Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow.

6.
To Thy great Name be endless praise,
Immortal Godhead, One in Three!
Oh, grant us endless length of days,
In out true native land, with Thee.


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No. 51

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Hail to Thee! true Body
Ave Verum Corpus

J. F. Kloss
Translated by Father Caswall
Arr. by N. A. M.


Con anima

Hail to Thee, true Body sprung
From the Virgin Mary's womb!
The same that on the Cross was hung,
And bore for man the bitter doom!
Thou, Whose Side was pierc'd and flow'd
Both with water and with blood;
Suffer us to taste of Thee,
In our life's last agony.
Son of Mary, Jesus blest!
Sweetest, gentlest, holiest!


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No. 52

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory
Pange Lingua gloriosi

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
M. Haydn


1.
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of His Flesh the myst'ry sing;
Of the Blood all price exceeding
Shed by our immortal King,
Destined, for the world's redemption,
From a noble womb to spring,

2.
Of a pure and spotless Virgin
Born for us on earth below,
He, as Man, with man conversing,
Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He closed in solemn order
Wonderously His Life of Woe.

3.
On the night of that Last Supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He the Paschal victim eating,
First fulfills the law's command;
Then, as Food to His Apostles
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 through sense no change discerns?
Only be the heart in earnest,
Faith her lesson quickly learns.

Tantum ergo Sacramentum

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.

6.
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. Amen.


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No. 53

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Slowly

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?

Refrain
Sweet Sacrament! We Thee adore!
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.   (Repeat refrain ad lib)

2.
Had I but Mary's sinless heart
To love Thee with my dearest King!
Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise
Thy goodness, Jesus! Would I sing!

3.
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.

4.
Sound, sound His praises higher still,
And come, ye angels, to our aid;
'Tis God! 'tis God! The very God,
Whose pow'r both man and angels made!


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No. 54

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Jesus, Food of Angels

Communion Hymn
Partendo dal Mondo
Translated by Father E. Vaughan, C. S. S. R.
Ch. Gounod
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante Religioso

1.
Jesus, food of angels,
Monarch of the heart;
Oh, that I could never
From Thy Face depart!
Yes, Thou ever dwellest
Here for love of me,
Hidden Thou remainest,
God of Majesty.

2.
Soon I hope to see Thee,
And enjoy Thy love,
Face to face, sweet Jesus,
In Thy heav'n above.
But on earth an exile
My delight shall be
Ever to be near Thee
Veiled for love of me.


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No. 55

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

O Jesus Christ, remember
Gesu Sacramentato

Father Caswall
Nicola A. Montani

With devotion

1.
O Jesus Christ, remember,
When Thou shalt come again,
Upon the clouds of Heaven,
With all Thy shining train;
When ev'ry eye shall see Thee
In Deity revealed,
Who now upon this altar
In silence art concealed;

2.
Remember then, O Saviour,
I supplicate of Thee,
That here I bowed before Thee
Upon my bended knee;
That here I owned Thy Presence,
And did not Thee deny;
And glorified Thy greatness,
Though hid from human eye.

3.
Accept Divine Redeemer,
The homage of my praise;
Be Thou the light and honor
And glory of my days;
Be Thou my consolation
When death is drawing nigh;
Be Thou my only treasure
Through all eternity.


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No. 56

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Wondrous love that cannot falter

(Hymn of the Association of Perpetual Adoration)
Tr. Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry
Ch. Gounod
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante con espressione

1.
Wondrous love that cannot falter!
Jesus in the Host doth dwell
Day and night upon the Alter
Near to those He loves so well.

Refrain
Low in endless worship bent,
Praise the Blessed Sacrament.

2.
Angel hosts are hushed in wonder
And adore with folded wings:
For the lowly Species under,
Hidden lies the King of Kings.

3.
Tho' the Heav'nly choir rejoices
Praise and sing His loving ear
Seeks the tribute of our voices:
'Tis for us He waiteth here!

4.
All He hath in highest Heaven
Veiled in the Host we see:
And to us the care is given
Of His wondrous poverty.

5.
Bread of Angels! Who can measure
All it means? this daily food
And the daily granted treasure
Of His sacrificial Blood?

6.
Bending low in adoration
Ever constant let us be,
Making Jesus Reparation
For the worlds in constancy.


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No. 57

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

O Food to Pilgrims Given
O Esca Viatorum

17th Century
H. Isaak (1493)
Translated by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D.
Harmonized by J. S. Bach


Slowly

1.
O Food of pilgrims given,
Bread of the hosts of Heaven
Thou Manna of the sky!
Feed with the blessed sweetness,
Of Thy divine completeness
The hearts that for Thee sigh.

2.
O Fountain ruby glowing,
O stream of love outflowing
From Jesus' pierc-ed Side!
This thought alone shall bless us
This one desire possess us,
To drink of Thy sweet tide.

3.
We love Thee, Jesu tender
Who hid'st Thine awful splendor
Beneath these veils of grace:
O let the veils be riven,
And our clear eye in heaven
Behold Thee face to face!

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No. 58

THE SACRED HEART

O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God

Lady G. Fullerton
Nicola. A. Montani


Moderato

1.
O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God,
O source of boundless love;
By angels praised, by saints adored
From their bright throne above.
The poorest, saddest heart on earth,
May claim Thee for its own;
O burning, throbbing Heart of Christ,
Too late, too little known.

2.
The hearts of men are often hard
And full of selfish care;
But in the Sacred Heart we find
A refuge from despair.
To Thee, my Jesus, then I come,
A poor and helpless child;
And on Thine own words "Come to Me,"
My only hope I build.

3.
The world is cold, and life is sad,
I crave this blessed rest
Of those who lay their weary heads
Upon Thy sacred Breast.
For love is stronger far than death,
And who can love like Thee,
My Saviour, Whose appealing Heart
Broke on the Cross for me?


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No. 59

THE SACRED HEART

Sacred Heart of Jesus, fount of love

From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A .M.

Slowly

1.
Sacred Heart of Jesus, fount of love and mercy,
Today we come Thy blessing to implore;
Oh, touch our hearts, so cold and so ungrateful,
And make them, Lord, Thine own forever more.

Refrain
Sacred Heart of Jesus! We implore,
Oh, makes us love Thee more and more.

2.
Sacred Heart of Jesus! Make us know and love Thee,
Unfold to us the treasures of Thy grace,
That so our hearts, from things of earth up lifted,
May long alone to gaze upon Thy Face.

3.
Sacred Heart of Jesus! Make us pure and gentle,
And teach us how to do Thy blessed will;
To follow close the print of Thy dear footsteps,
And when we fall Sacred Heart, oh, love us still.

4.
Sacred Heart of Jesus! Bless all hearts that love Thee,
And Thine own Heart ever blessed be;
Bless us, dear Lord, and bless the friends we cherish,
And keep us true to Mary and to Thee.


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No. 60

THE SACRED HEART

Jesus, Creator of the world
(Auctor beate saeculi)

Unison or two-part chorus
Translated by Father Caswall
J. d' Hooghe

Andantino

1.
Jesus, Creator of the world!
Of all mankind Redeemed blest!
True God of God! In Whom we see
The Father's Image clear expressed.

2.
Thee, Saviour, love alone constrain'd
To make our mortal flesh Thine own;
And as a second Adam come,
For the first Adam to atone.

3.
That self same love that made the sky,
Which made the sea, and stars, and earth,
Took pity on our misery,
And broke the bondage of our birth.

4.
O Jesu! In Thy Heart divine
May that same love forever glow,
Forever mercy to mankind,
From that exhaustless fountain flow.

5.
For this Thy Sacred Heart was pierced,
And both with Blood and Water ran;
To cleanse us from the stains of guilt,
And be the hope of strength of man.

6.
To God the Father, and the Son,
All praise, and pow'r, and glory be;
With Thee, O holy Paraclete,
Henceforth through a eternity.


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No. 61

THE SACRED HEART

To Jesus' Heart all burning

Aloys Schlor
Nicola A. Montani

Slowly

1.
To Jesus' Heart, all burning
With fervent love for men,
My heart with fondest yearning
Shall raise its joyful strain.

Refrain
While ages course along,
Blest be with the loudest song
The Sacred Heart of Jesus
By ev'ry heart and tongue!

2.
Too true I have forsaken
Thy love by wilful sin;
Yet now let me be taken
Back by Thy grace again.

3.
As Thou art meek and lowly,
And ever pure of heart,
So may my heart be wholly
Of Thine the counterpart,

4.
O that to me were given
The pinions of a dove,
I'd speed aloft to heaven,
My Jesus' love to prove.

5.
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.


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No. 62

THE SACRED HEART

Heart of Jesus! golden chalice

Processional
Bishop Casartelli
Ch. Gounod
Arr. by N. A. M.

Slowly with devotion

1.
Heart of Jesus! golden chalice
Brimming with the ruddy Wine,
Trodden in the press of fury,
Purest juice of truest vine,
From the Vineyards of Engeddi,
Quench this thirsty heart of mine.

2.
Heart of Jesus! Comb of honey
From the cleft of Calvary's rock,
Sweetness coming from the Strong One,
Dripping from the green-wood stock;
Famishing of death is on us:
Feed, oh, feed Thy hungry flock!

3.
Heart of Jesus! Rose of Sharon
Glist'ning with the dew of tears,
All among the thorny prickles
Lo! Thy blood-stained Head appears!
Spread Thy fragrance all around us,
Sweetly lulling all our fears!

4.
Heart of Jesus! broken Vial
Full of precious spikenard!
Alabaster vase of ointment!
See, our souls are sore and hard:
Let Thy healing virtue touch them,
And from sin's corruption guards!


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No. 63

THE SACRED HEART

To Christ, the Prince of Peace
Summi Panentis filio

Processional
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani


With Spirit

1.
To Christ, the Prince of Peace,
And Son of God most high,
The Father of the world to come,
Sing we with holy joy.
Deep in His heart for us
The wound of love He bore;
That love, wherewith He still inflames
The hearts that Him adore.

2.
O Jesus! Victim blest!
What else but love divine,
Could Thee constrain to open thus
That Sacred Heat of Thine?
O Fount of endless life!
O Spring of water clear!
O Flame celestial cleansing all
Who unto Thee draws near.

3.
Hide me in Thy dear Heart,
For thither do I fly;
There seek Thy grace thro' life,
In death Thine immortality.
Praise to the Father be,
And sole begotten Son,
Praise, Holy Paraclete, to Thee
While endless ages run.


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No. 64

THE SACRED HEART

O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart
(Cor Jesu, Cor purissimum)

Translated by Father M. Russell, S. J.
Traditional Melody

Con anima

1.
O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart,
A Shrine of holiness Thou art;
Cleanse Thou, my heart, so sordid cold,
And stained by sins so manifold.

2.
Take from me, Lord, this tepid will,
Which doth Thy Heart with loathing fill;
And then infuse a spirit new,
A fervent spirit, deep and true.

3.
Most humble Heart of all that beat,
Heart full of goodness, meek and sweet,
Give me a heart more like to Thine,
And light the flame of love in mine.

4.
But, ah, were e'en my heart on fire
With all the seraphim's desire,
Till love a conflagration proved,
Not yet wouldst Thou enough be loved.

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No. 65

THE SACRED HEART

O dearest Love divine

Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D.
Nicola A. Montani

Andante devoto

1.
O dearest love divine,
My heart to Thee I give,
Exchanging it for Thine,
That Thou in me may'st live.
Most loving and most meek,
Hearts only dost Thou seek:
O may my heart but prove
A love like Thine, sweet Love!

2.
Who can requite the love
Shown in the wondrous plan,
Whereby the God above
For me became a Man?
Thou say'st "Give Me thy heart!"
With it I freely part
Hoping that it may prove
A love like Thine, sweet Love!

3.
Thy heart is opened wide
That, freely ent'ring in,
I may Thy guest abide,
And new life begin.
This doest Thou, to gain
My love, and e'er retain:
O may my answer prove
A love like Thine, sweet Love!

4.
Here in Thy Heart I find
A haven of sweet rest,
An ever-quite mind,
A mansion of the Blest.
Rock that was cleft for me,
Behold, I fly to Thee,
Like a world-weary dove,
Home to its mated Love!


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No. 66

THE SACRED HEART

Sacred Heart! in accents burning

Sacred Song
Eleanor C. Donnelly (By permission)
Ch. Gounod
Adapted and arr. by N. A. Montani

Moderato

1.
Sacred Heart in accents burning
Pour we forth our love of Thee;
Here our hopes and here our yearnings
Meet and mingle tenderly.
Heart of mercy ever eager,
All our woes and wounds to heal!
Heart, most patient, Heart most pure!
To our souls, Thy depths reveal.

Refrain
Sacred Heart of our Redeemer!
Pierced with love on Calvary!
Heart of Jesus ever loving,
Make us burn with love of Thee!
Praise to Thee! O Sacred Heart!

2.
Heart of bounty Thou art bringing
All Thy thirsting children here,
Where the living waters springing
Tell of hope and comfort near.
O Thou Source of ev'ry blessing!
Sweetest, strongest, holiest, blest!
Be our treasure here on earth,
And in Heav'n be Thou our rest.


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No. 67

THE SACRED HEART

All ye who seek a comfort sure

(Old Office of the Sacred Heart)
Translated by Father Caswall
Nicola A. Montani


Maestoso

1.
All ye who seek a comfort sure
In trouble and distress,
Whatever sorrow vex the mind,
Or guilt the soul oppress:
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."
What meeker than the Saviour's Heart?
As on the Cross He lay;
It did His murderers forgive,
And for their pardon pray.

3.
O Heart! Thou joy of Saints on high,
Thou Hope of sinners here!
Attracted by these loving words,
To Thee I lift my pray'r.
Wash Thou my wounds in that dear Blood
Which forth from Thee doth flow,
New grace, new hope, inspire; a new
And better heart bestow.


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No. 68

THE SACRED HEART

A Message from the Sacred Heart

Father M. Russell
Nicola A. Montani

Allegro Moderato

1.
A message from the Sacred Heart;
What may its message be?
"My Child, My Child, give Me thy heart
My Heart has bled for thee."
This is the message Jesus sends
To my poor heart today,
And eager from His Throne He bends
To hear what I shall say.

2.
A message to the Sacred Heart;
Oh, bear it back with speed;
"Come, Jesus, reign within my heart
Thy Heart is all I need."
Thus, Lord, I'll pray until I share
That home whose joy Thou art;
No message, dearest Jesus, there,
For heart will speak to heart.


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No. 69

THE SACRED WOUNDS

There is an everlasting home

M. Bridges
M. Mattoni

Slowly

1.
There is an everlasting home
Where contrite souls may hide,
Where death and danger dare not come
The Saviour's side.

2.
It was cleft of matchless love
Open'd when He had died:
When mercy hailed in worlds above
That wounded Side.

3.
Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me,
The grave of all my pride;
Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee,
Thy shelt'ring Side.

4.
There issued forth a double flood,
The sin atoning tide,
In streams of water and of blood
From that dear Side.

5.
There is the only fount of bliss,
In joy and sorrow tried;
No refuge for the heart like this
A Saviour's Side.

6.
Thither the Church, thro' all her days
Points as a faithful guide;
And celebrates with ceaseless praise
That spear-pierced Side.

7.
There is the golden gate of heav'n,
An entrance for the Bride,
Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n
Through Jesus' Side.


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No. 70

THE SACRED WOUNDS

Hail, Rock of Ages

(From the Hymn "There is an everlasting home" No. 69)
M. Bridges
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato (alla breve)

1.
Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me,
The grave of all my pride:
Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee,
Thy shelt'ring Side.

2.
There issued forth a double flood
The sin atoning tide,
In streams of water and of blood
From that dear Side.

3.
There is the only fount of bliss,
In joy and sorrow tried;
No refuge for the heart like this
A Saviour's Side.

4.
There is the golden gate of heav'n,
An entrance for the Bride,
Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n,
Through Jesus' Side.


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No. 71

THE PRECIOUS BLOOD

Hail, Jesus, hail!
(Viva! Viva! Gesu)

From the Italian by Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Con Spirito

1.
Hail, Jesus, hail! Who for my sake
Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take,
And shed it all for me;
Oh, blessed by my Saviour's Blood,
My life, my light, my only good,
To all eternity,
To all eternity.

2.
To endless ages let us praise
The Precious Blood, whose price could raise
The world from wrath and sin;
Whose streams our inward thirst appease,
And heal the sinner's worst disease,
If he but bathe therein,
If he but bathe therein.

3.
Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells
Of Christ's own Sacred Blood,
Excels Earth's best and highest bliss:
Oh ministers of wrath divine
Hurt not the happy hearts that shine
With those red drops of His,
With those red drops of His.

4.
Ah! There is joy amid the saints,
And hell's despairing courage faints
When this sweet song we raise:
Oh louder then, and louder still,
Earth with one mighty chorus fill,
The Precious Blood to praise,
The Precious Blood to praise.


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No. 72

THE PRECIOUS BLOOD

Glory be to Jesus
(Viva! Viva! Gesu)

See also Hymn No. 18
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani

Allegro modto

1.
Glory be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains
Poured for me the life-blood
From His Sacred Veins.
Grace and life eternal
In that Blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind!

2.
Blest thro' endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torment
Doth the world redeem!
There the fainting spirit
Drinks of life her fill;
There, as in a fountain,
Laves herself at will.

3.
Abel's Blood for vengeance
Pleading to the skies;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
Oft  as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs.

4.
Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Hell with terror trembles,
Heav'n is filled with joy.
Lift ye, then, your voices,
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still, and louder
Praise the Precious Blood.


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No. 73

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Hail, thou Star of ocean!
Ave Maris Stella

Translated by Father Caswall
M. Taddei

Andante religioso

1.
Hail, thou start of the ocean!
Portal of the sky,
Ever Virgin Mother
Of the Lord most high!

2.
Oh! By Gabriel's Ave,
Uttered long ago,
Eva's name reversing,
'Stablish peace below.

3.
Break the captive's fetters;
Light on blindness pour;
All our ills expelling,
Ev'ry bliss implore.

4.
Show thyself a Mother;
Offer Him our sighs,
Who for us Incarnate
Did not thee despise.

5.
Virgin of all Virgins!
To thy shelter take us;
Gentlest of the gentle!
Chaste and gentle make us.

6.
Still as on we journey,
Help our weak endeavor;
Till with thee and Jesus
We rejoice forever.

7.
Thro' the highest Heaven,
To the Almighty Three,
Father Son, Holy Spirit,
One same glory be.


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No. 74

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother
Star of the Sea

Sister M.
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Slowly: with expression

1.
Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother,
Fondly thy children are calling on thee,
Thine are the graces unclaimed by another,
Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!

Refrain
Mater Amabilis, ora pro nobis!
Pray for thy children who call upon thee;
Ave Sanctissima! Ave purissima!
Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!

2.
Ave Maria! The night shades are falling,
Softly our voices arise unto thee,
Earth's lonely exiles for succor are calling,
Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!

3.
Ave Maria! Thy children are kneeling,
Words of endearment are murmured to thee;
Softly thy spirit upon us is stealing
Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!

4.
Ave Maria! Thou portal of Heaven,
Harbor of refuge, to thee we do flee:
Lost in the darkness, by stormy winds driven,
Shine on our pathway, fair Star of the Sea!


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No. 75

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Daily, daily sing to Mary (A)
Omni die dic Mariae

St. Casimir
Translated by Father Bittlestone
Traditional Melody
Arr. by N. A. M.

With spirit

1.
Daily, daily sing of Mary,
Sing, my soul, her praises due;
All her feats, her actions worship
With the hearts devotion true.
Lost in wond'ring contemplation,
Be her majesty confest!
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest!

2.
She is mighty to deliver;
Call her, trust her lovingly:
When the tempest rages round thee,
She will calm the troubled sea.
Gifts of Heaven she has given
Noble lady! To our race:
She, the Queen, who decks her subjects
With the light of God's own grace.

3.
Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies,
Who for us our Maker bore;
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessing to restore.
Sing the songs of praise unending
Sing the world's majestic Queen.
Weary not nor faint in telling
All the gifts she gives to men.

4.
All my senses, heart, affections,
Strive to sound her glory forth:
Spread abroad the sweet memorials
Of the Virgin's priceless worth:
Where the voice of music thrilling,
Where the tongue of eloquence,
That can utter hymns beseeming
All her matchless excellence?


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No. 76

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Daily, daily sing to Mary (B)

St. Casimir
Processional
Father Bittlestone
Nicola. A. Montani

Allegre modto

1.
Daily, daily sing of Mary,
Sing, my soul, her praises due;
All her feats, her actions worship
With the hearts devotion true.
Lost in wond'ring contemplation,
Be her majesty confest!
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest!
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest!

2.
She is mighty to deliver;
Call her, trust her lovingly:
When the tempest rages round thee,
She will calm the troubled sea.
Gifts of Heaven she has given
Noble lady! To our race:
She, the Queen, who decks her subjects
With the light of God's own grace.
She, the Queen, who decks her subjects
With the light of God's own grace.

3.
Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies,
Who for us our Maker bore;
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessing to restore.
Sing the songs of praise unending
Sing the world's majestic Queen.
Weary not nor faint in telling
All the gifts she gives to men.
Weary not nor faint in telling
All the gifts she gives to men.

4.
All my senses, heart, affections,
Strive to sound her glory forth:
Spread abroad the sweet memorials
Of the Virgin's priceless worth:
Where the voice of music thrilling,
Where the tongue of eloquence,
That can utter hymns beseeming
All her matchless excellence?
That can utter hymns beseeming
All her matchless excellence?


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No.  77

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Mother of Mercy
Mater Misericordiae

Father Faber
S. M. Yenn

Andante religioso

1.
Mother of mercy, day by day,
My love of thee grows more and more;
Thy gifts are strewn upon my way
Like sands upon the great seashore.
Thy gifts are strewn upon my way
Like sands upon the great seashore.

2.
Though poverty and work and woe
The masters of my life may be,
When times are worst who does not know
Darkness is light with love of thee?
When times are worst who does not know
Darkness is light with love of thee?

3.
But scornful men have coldly said
Thy love was leading me from God;
And yet in this I did but tread
The very path my Saviour trod.
And yet in this I did but tread
The very path my Saviour trod.

4.
They know but little of Thy worth
Who speak the heartless words to me,
For what did Jesus love on earth
One half so tenderly as thee?
For what did Jesus love on earth
One half so tenderly as thee?


Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.

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No. 78

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Hail, all hail, great Queen of Heaven!

Our Lady of Lourdes
Processional

(The melody of Hymn No. 76 "Daily, Daily" may be used with this text, with
repetition of the last two lines of the refrain.)

Traditional Melody (1750) "Pone luctum"

With spirit

1.
Hail! all hail, great Queen of Heaven!
Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes,
'Neath whose care our weary exile
Is from countless ills secured!

Refrain
Then let men and Angels praise thee
For each blessing thou'st procured,
While in gladsome strains we're singing,
Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes!

2.
Blest be thou above all others,
Mary, mistress of the spheres,
Star of hope, serenely beaming
Thro' this darksome vale of tears.

3.
Happy angels joy to own thee,
O'er their choirs exalted high,
Thron'd in blissful light and beauty,
Empress of the starry sky.

4.
As the fount is still unsealing
Its pure treasure softly fair,
May each drop be fraught with healing,
Dearest Mother, at thy pray'r.

Note: For Congregational singing it is suggested that the hymn be
transposed a full tone lower.

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No. 79

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

O purest of creatures

The Immaculate Conception
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Slowly

1.
O purest of the creatures! Sweet Mother, sweet maid!
The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid!
Dark night hath come down on us Mother! And we
Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!
Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

2.
Deep night hath come down on this rough-spoken world,
And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurl'd:
And the tempest-tost Church all her eyes are on Thee,
They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!
They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

3.
The Church doth what God had first taught her to do;
He looked o'er the world to find hearts that were true;
Thro' the ages He looked, and He found none but thee,
And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!
And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

4.
He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fair;
For the empire of sin it had never been there;
None had ever owned thee, dear Mother, but He,
And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!
And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!


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No. 80

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Whither thus, in holy rapture?
Quo sanctus ardor te rapit

The Visitation
Translated by the Rev. E. Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Joyously

1.
Wither thus in holy rapture,
Royal maiden, art thou bent?
Why so fleetly art thou speeding
Up the mountain's rough ascent?
Filled with th'Eternal Godhead!
Glowing with the Spirit's flame!
Love it is that bears the 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.
Honor, glory, virtue, merit,
Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son!
With the Father, and the Spirit,
While eternal ages run.


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No. 81

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Hail Virgin, dearest Mary

Queen of May
S. M. Venn

Moderato

1.
Hail Virgin, dearest Mary!
Our lovely Queen of May!
A spotless, blessed Lady,
Our lovely Queen of May.
Thy children, humbly bending,
Surround thy shrine so dear;
With heart and voice ascending,
Sweet Mary, hear our pray'r.

2.
Behold earth's blossoms springing
In beauteous form and hue.
All nature gladly bring
Her sweetest charms to you.
We'll gather fresh, bright flowers,
To bind our fair queen's brow;
From gay and verdant bowers,
We haste to crown thee now.

3.
Hail Virgin, dearest Mary!
Our lovely Queen of May,
O spotless blessed Lady,
Our lovely Queen of May.
And now, our blessed Mother,
Smile on our festal day;
Accept our wreath of flowers,
And be our Queen of May.


By permission
Copyright 1920 by S. M. Yenn

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No. 82

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

This is the image of the Queen

Month of Mary
Crowning Hymn
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N.A.M

Joyously: Moderato

1.
This is the image of the Queen
Who reigns in bliss above;
Of her who is the hope of men,
Whom men and angels Love!
Most holy Mary! at thy feet
I bend a suppliant knee;
In this thy own sweet month of May,
Dear Mother of my God, I pray,
Do thou remember me.

2.
This homage offered at the feet
Of Mary's image here
To Mary's self at once ascends
Above the starry sphere.
Most holy Mary! at thy feet
I bend a suppliant knee;
In all my joy, in all my pain,
O Virgin born without a stain,
Do thou remember me.

3.
How fair soever be the form
Which here your eyes behold,
Its beauty is by Mary's self
Excell'd a thousand-fold.
Most holy Mary! At thy feet
I bend a suppliant knee;
In my temptations each and all
From Eve derived in Adam's fall,
Do thou remember me.

4.
Sweet are the flowerets we have called
This image to adorn;
But sweeter far is Mary's self,
That rose without a thorn!
Most holy Mary! At thy feet
I bend a suppliant knee;
When on the bed of death I lie,
By Him who did for sinners die,
Do thou remember me.


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No. 83

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Hail! Holy Queen, enthroned above
Salve Regina
Mater Misericordiae

Traditional Melody
Salve Regina Coelitum

Andante moderato

1.
Hail, holy Queen, enthron'd above  O Maria!
Hail, Mother of Mercy and of Love!  O Maria!

Refrain
Triumph, all ye Cherubim,
Sing with us, ye Seraphim,
Heav'n and earth resound the hymn:
Salve, salve, salve Regina.

2.
Our life, our sweetness here below, O Maria!
Our hope in sorrow and in woe, O Maria!

3.
To thee we cry, poor sons of Eve, O Maria!
To thee we sigh, we mourn, we grieve. O Maria!

4.
This earth is but a veil of tears, O Maria!
A place of banishment, of fears, O Maria!

5.
Turn then, most gracious Advocate, O Maria!
T'wards us thine eyes compassionate, O Maria!

6.
When this our exile is complete, O Maria!
Show us thy Son, our Jesus sweet, O Maria!

7.
O clement, gracious, Mother sweet, O Maria!
O virgin Mary, we entreat, O Maria!


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No. 84

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Hail, Queen of heaven
Ave, Regina coelorum

Rev. Dr. Lingard
Traditional Melody

Moderato

1.
Hail, Queen of Heav'n, the ocean star,
Guide of the Wanderer here below,
Thrown on life's surge, we claim thy care,
Save us from peril and from woe.
Mother of Christ, Star of the sea,
Pray for the wanderer, pray for me.

2.
O gentle, chaste, and spotless Maid,
We sinners make our pray'rs thro' thee;
Remind the Son that he has paid
The price of our iniquity.
Virgin, most pure, Star of the Sea,
Pray for the sinner, pray for me.

3.
Sojourners in this vale of tears,
To thee, blest Advocate, we cry,
Pity our sorrows, calm our fears,
And soothe with hope our misery.
Refuge in grief, Star of the Sea,
Pray for the mourner, pray for me.

4.
And while to Him Who reigns above,
In God-head One, in Persons Three,
The Source of life, of grace, of love,
Homage we pay on bended knee
Do thou, bright Queen, Star of the Sea,
Pray for the children, pray for me.


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No. 85

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Remember, holy Mary
Memorare

St. Bernard
Tr. Rev. M. Russell, S.J. from a Slovak Hymnal
Adapted by N.A.M.

Moderato

1.
Remember, Holy Mary,
'Twas never heard or known
That any one who sought thee
And made to thee his moan,
That any one who hastened
For shelter to thy care,
Was ever yet abandoned
And left to his despair.

2.
And so to thee, my Mother,
With filial faith I call,
For Jesus dying gave thee
As Mother to us all.
To thee, O Queen of virgins,
O Mother meek, to thee
I run with trustful fondness,
Like child to mother's knee.

3.
See at thy feet a sinner,
Groaning and weeping sore
Ah! Throw thy mantle o'er me,
And let me stray no more.
Thy Son has died to save me,
And from His throne on high
His heart this moment yearneth
For even such as I.

4.
All, all His love remember,
And oh! Remember too
How prompt I am to purpose,
How slow and frail to do.
Yet scorn not my petitions,
But patiently give ear,
And help me, O my Mother,
Most loving and most dear.


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No. 86

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Hail, full of grace and purity

The Rosary
The Joyful Mysteries

Father Conway, O. P.
Isabella Montani

Moderato

1. The Annunciation: Humility.

Hail full of grace and purity!
Meek Handmaid of the Lord,
Hail model of humility!
Chaste Mother of the Word.

2. The Visitation: Charity to our neighbors.

By that pure love which prompted thee
To seek thy cousin blest,
Pray that the fires of charity
May burn within our breast.

3. The Birth of Christ: Poverty.

This blessing beg, O Virgin Queen,
From Jesus through His birth,
By holy poverty to wean
Our hearts from things of earth.

4. Presentation in the Temple: Obedience.

Most Holy Virgin Maiden mild,
Obtain for us, we pray,
To imitate thy Holy Child,
By striving to obey.

5.  The finding of Our Lord: Love Him and His service.

By thy dear Son, restored to thee,
This grace for us implore,
To serve our Lord most faithfully,
And love Him more and more.

6. Concluding Verse.

Queen of the Holy Rosary,
With tender love look down,
And bless the hearts that offer thee
This chaplet for thy crown.


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No. 87

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Hear thy children, gentlest Mother

Children's Hymn to Our Lady
Father Stanfield
M. Haydn
Arr. by N. A. M.

Moderato

1.
Hear thy children, gentlest Mother,
Pray'rful hearts to thee arise;
Hear us while our evening Ave
Soars beyond the starry skies.
Darkling shadows fall around us,
Stars their silent watches keep;
Hush the heart oppress'd with sorrow,
Dry the tears of those who weep.

2.
Hear, sweet Mother, hear the weary,
Borne upon life's troubled sea;
Gentle guiding Star of Ocean,
Lead thy children home to thee.
Still watch o'er us, dearest Mother,
From thy beauteous throne above;
Guard us from all harm and danger,
'Neath thy shelt'ring wings of love.


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No. 88

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

O Most holy one
O Sanctissima

Translated by Rev. J. M. Raker
Sicilian Melody
Arr. by N. A. M.

Slowly, with devotion

1.
O most holy one,
O most lowly one,
Dearest Virgin Maria!
Mother of fair Love,
Home of the Spirit Dove
Ora, ora pro nobis.

2.
Help us in sadness drear,
Port of gladness near,
Virgin Mother Maria!
In pity heading,
Hear our pleading,
Ora, ora pro nobis.

3.
Call we fearfully,
Sadly, tearfully,
Save us now, O Maria!
Let us not languish,
Heal thou our anguish,
Ora, ora pro nobis.

4.
Mother, Maiden fair,
Look with loving care,
Hear our pray'r, O Maria!
Our sorrow feeling,
Send us thy healing,
Ora, ora pro nobis.


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No. 89

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Mother of Christ

Nicola A. Montani

Not too slow (alla breve)

1.
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
What shall I ask of thee?
I do not sigh for the wealth of earth,
For joys that fade and flee;
But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This do I long to see,
The bliss untold which thine arms enfold,
The treasure upon thy knee.

2.
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
What shall I do for thee?
I love thy Son with my whole strength
My only King shall he be.
Yes, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This I do ask of thee,
Of all that are dear or cherished here,
None shall be dear as He.

3.
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
I toss on a stormy sea,
O lift thy child as beacon high
To the port where I fain would be,
Then, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This do I ask of thee,
When the voyage is o'er, O stand on the shore
And show Him at last to me.


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No. 90

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Raise your voices, vales and mountains
Causa nostra laetitiae

St. Alphonsus Liguori
Translated by Rev. E. Vaughan
William Schultes (1815-1879)
Arr. by N. A. M.

Joyfully (alla breve)

1.
Raise your voices, vales and mountains,
Flow'ry meadows, streams and fountains,
Praise, O praise the loveliest Maiden
The Creator ever made.

2.
Murm'ring brooks your tribute bringing,
Little birds with joyful singing,
Come with mirthful praises laden
To your Queen be homage paid.

3.
Like a sun with splendor glowing
Gleams thy heart with love o'erflowing,
Like the moon in starry heaven
Shines thy peerless purity.

4.
Like the rose and lily blooming,
Sweetly heav'n and earth perfuming
Stainless, spotless thou appearest:
Queenly beauty graces thee.


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No. 91

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

O Mother! most afflicted

Our Mother of Sorrows
Anonymous
Traditional Melody (1638)

Lento

1.
O Mother! Most afflicted,
Standing beneath that tree,
Where Jesus hangs rejected
On the hill of Calvary!

Refrain
O Mary! sweetest Mother,
We love to pity thee;
O! for the sake of Jesus
Let us thy children be.

2.
Thy heart is well-nigh breaking,
Thy Jesus thus to see,
Derided, wounded, dying,
In greatest agony.

3.
His livid Form is bleeding,
His Soul with sorrow wrung,
Whilst thou, afflicted Mother,
Shar'st the torments of thy Son.

4.
O Mary! Queen of Martyrs,
The sword had pierced thy heart,
Obtain for us of Jesus
In thy grief to bear apart.

5.
O dear and loving Mother!
Entreat that we may be
Near thee and thy dear Jesus
Now and eternally


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No. 92

SAINTS, St. Joseph

O blessed Saint Joseph

The Patronage of St. Joseph
Father Faber
Melody from the Trier Gesangbuch (1872)

Moderato

1.
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?

2.
For thou to the pilgrim art father and guide,
And Jesus and Mary felt safe by thy side;
Ah, blessed Saint Joseph, how safe I should be,
Sweet spouse of our Lady! If thou wert with me!

3.
When the treasures of God where unsheltered on earth,
Safe keeping was found them both in thy worth;
O father of Jesus, be father to me,
Sweet spouse of our Lady! And I will love thee.


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No. 93

SAINTS, St. Joseph

Great Saint Joseph! Son of David
Du aus David's

Translated by Bishop Casartelli from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Con Spirito

1.
Great Saint Joseph! Son of David,
Foster father of our Lord,
Spouse of Mary ever Virgin,
Keeping o'er them watch and ward!
In the stable thou didst guard them
With a father's loving care;
Thou by God's command didst save them
From the cruel Herod's snare.

2.
Three long days in grief and anguish
With His Mother sweet and mild,
Mary Virgin, didst thou wander
Seeking the beloved Child.
In the temple thou didst find Him:
Oh! What joy then filled thy heart!
In thy sorrows, in thy gladness
Grant us, Joseph, to have a part.

3.
Clasped in Jesus' arms and Mary's,
When death gently came at last,
Thy pure spirit sweetly sighing
From its earthly dwelling passed.
Dear Saint Joseph! By that passing
May our death be like to thine;
And with Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
May our souls forever shine.


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No. 94

SAINTS, St. Joseph

Joseph, pure Spouse of that Immortal Bride
Te Joseph Celebrent

Translated by Father Caswall
M. Mattoni

Devoto (alla breve)

1.
Joseph, pure spouse of that immortal Bride;
Who shines in ever-virgin glory bright,
Thro' all the Christian climes the praise be sung,
Thro' all the realms of light.

2.
Thine arms embraced thy Maker newly born:
With Him to Egypt's desert didst thou flee:
Him in Jerusalem didst seek and find;
O grief, O joy for thee.

3.
Not until after death their blissful crown
Other obtain, but unto thee was giv'n,
In thine own lifetime to enjoy thy God
As do the blest in Heav'n.

4.
Grant us great Trinity, for Joseph's sake
Unto the starry mansions to attain;
There, with glad tongues, thy praise to celebrate
In one eternal strain.


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No. 95

SAINTS, St. Joseph

Hail! Holy Joseph, Hail!

Father Faber
From the Catholic Songbook  (St. Gall 1863)

Con Spirito

1.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
Chaste spouse of Mary hail!
Pure as the lily flow'r
In Eden's peaceful vale.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
Prince of the house of God!
May His best graces be
By thy sweet hands bestowed.

2.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
Comrade of Angels, hail!
Cheer thou the hearts that faint,
And guide the steps that fail.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
God's choice wert thou alone!
To thee the Word made flesh,
Was subject as a Son.

3.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
Teach us our flesh to tame,
And, Mary, keep the hearts
That love thy husband's name.
Mother of Jesus! bless,
And bless, ye saints on high,
All meek and simple souls
That to Saint Joseph cry.


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No. 96

SAINTS, St. Patrick

Hail, glorious Saint Patrick (No. 1)

Sister Agnes
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Maestoso

1.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! dear Saint of our isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in the mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down in love.

2.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong
Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng;
Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art;
Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part!

3.
In the war against sin, in the fight for faith,
Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death;
May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and pray'r,
Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear.

4.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.

5.
Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoever we roam,
For God and Saint Patrick and our native home.


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No. 97

SAINTS, St. Patrick

Hail, glorious Saint Patrick (No.2)

Sister Agnes
Ancient Irish Melody
Arr. by N. A. M.

Maestoso

1.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! dear Saint of our isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in the mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down in love.

2.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong
Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng;
Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art;
Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part!

3.
In the war against sin, in the fight for faith,
Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death;
May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and pray'r,
Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear.

4.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.

5.
Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoever we roam,
For God and Saint Patrick and our native home.


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No. 98

SAINTS, St. Peter

Seek ye a Patron to defend?
Si vis Patronum quaerere

Translated by Father Caswall
Nicola A. Montani


1.
Seek ye a patron to defend
Your cause? then, one and all,
Without delay upon the Prince
Of the Apostles call.

Refrain
Blest holder of the heav'nly Keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of Heav'n's eternal door.

2.
By penitential tears thou didst
The path of life regain:
Teach us with thee to weep our sins
And wash away their stain.

3.
The Angel touch'd thee and forthwith
Thy chains from off thee fell
Oh loose us from the subtle coils
That link us close with Hell.

4.
Firm Rock wheron the Church is based
Pillar that cannot bend
With strength endue us; and the Faith
From heresy defend.


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No. 99

SAINTS, St. Paul

Lead us, great teacher Paul

Translated from the Latin
From a Slovak Hymnal

Slowly

1.
Lead us, great teacher Paul, in wisdom's ways,
And lift our hearts with thine to heav'n's high throne,
Till faith beholds the clear meridian blaze,
And in the soul reigns charity alone.

2.
Praise, blessing, majesty, thro' endless days,
Be to the Trinity immortal giv'n,
Who in pure unity profoundly sways,
Eternally all things in earth and Heav'n.

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No. 100

SAINTS, St. Anthony of Padua

If great wonders thou desirest
(Si quaeris)

Translated by Father Aylward, O. P.
Melody from a Slovak Hymnal

Andante moderato

1.
If great wonders thou desirest,
Hopeful to Saint Anthony pray;
Error, Satan, wants the direst,
Death and pest his will obey,
And the sick, who beg his pity,
From their couches haste away.

2.
Young and old are ever singing,
Praises to Saint Anthony bringing;
Stormy ocean calms its passion,
Bonds and fetters break in twain,
Treasures lost and limbs disabled,
These his pow'r restores again.

3.
Padua has been the witness
Of these deeds six hundred years;
Dangers flee and need must perish,
Grief and sorrow disappear,
Filling all the world with wonder,
While the demons quake with fear.

4.
Glory be to God the Father
And to His coequal Son,
To the Holy Ghost resplendent;
One in Three--Three in One;
Praise we Father, Son and Spirit
While eternal ages run.


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No. 101

SAINTS, St. John Baptist De La Salle

Glorious Patron

Sr. Mercedes
J. Lewis Browne


1.
Glorious Patron! Low before Thee
Kneel Thy sons, with hearts aflame!
And out voices blend in music,
Singing praises to thy name.
Saint John Baptist! Glorious Patron!
Saint La Salle we sound thy fame.

2.
Loyal to our Queen and Mother,
At her feet didst vow thy heart,
Earth, and all its joys, forsaking,
Thou didst choose the better part.
Saint La Salle, our glorious Father,
Pierce our souls with love's one dart.

3.
Model of the Christian teacher!
Patron of the Christian youth!
Lead us all to heights of glory,
As we strive in earnest ruth.
Saint La Salle! Oh, guard and guide use,
As we spread afar the Truth!

4.
In this life of sin and sorrow,
Saint La Salle, oh, guide our way,
In the hour of dark temptation,
Father! Be our spirit's stay!
Take our hand and lead us homeward,
Saint La Salle, to Heav'ns bright day!


Copyright MCMXIII by The Gilbert Music Co.
By Permission

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No. 102

SAINTS, St, Francis of Assisi

Blessed Francis, holy Father

Patron of Franciscan Tertiaries
From the Fransciscan Manual
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr by N. A. M.

Con Anima

1.
Blessed Francis, holy father,
Now our hearts to thee we raise,
As we gather 'round thine altar,
Pouring forth our hymns of praise.
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
Who thy mighty help implore,
For in heaven thou remainest,
Still the father of the poor.

2.
By thy love so deep and burning,
For thy Saviour crucified;
By the tokens which He gave thee
On thy hands and feet and side:
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
With those wounded hands of thine,
From thy glorious throne in heaven
Where resplendently they shine.

3.
Humble follower of Jesus.
Likened to Him in thy birth,
In thy way thro' life despising,
For His sake the goods of earth:
Make us love the priceless virtue
By our hidden God esteemed,
Make it valued, holy Francis,
By the souls of the redeemed.

4.
Teach us also, dear Saint Francis,
How to mourn for ev'ry sin;
May we walk in thy dear footsteps
Till the crown of life we win.
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
With those wounded hands of thine,
From thy glorious throne in heaven,
Where resplendently they shine.


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No. 103

SAINTS, St. John the Evangelist

Saint of the Sacred Heart

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Andante

1.
Saint of the Sacred Heart,
Sweet teacher of the Word;
Partner of Mary's woes
And fav'rite of thy Lord!
Thou to whom grace was giv'n
To stand where Peter fell,
Whose heart could brook the Cross
Of Him it loved so well!

2.
We know not all thy gifts;
But this Christ bids us see,
That He Who so loved all
Found more to love in thee.
When the last evening came,
Thy head was on His Breast,
Pillowed on earth where now
In heav'n the Saints find rest.

3.
Dear Saint I stand far off
With vilest sins oppressed;
Oh may I dare, like thee,
To lean upon His Brest?
His touch could heal the sick,
His voice could raise the dead!
Oh that my soul might be
Where He allows thy head.

4.
The gifts He gave to thee
He gave thee to impart;
And I, too, claim with thee
His Mother and His Heart.
Ah teach me, then, dear Saint!
The secrets Christ taught thee,
The beatings of His Heart,
And how it beat for me.


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No. 104

SAINTS, St. Jeanne d' Arc

The Maid of France, with visioned eyes

Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry
(Written expressly for the St. Gregory Hymnal, all rights reserved)

Ancient French Melody

A traditional Catholic melody (Provencal Noel) known as "Marche dei Rei"
words of which are attributed to King Rene. The Noel, over two centuries
old, was utilized by Bizet in his incidental music to "L' Arlessierne."

Arr. by N. A. M.


1.
The Maid of France, with visioned eyes,
Saw messengers from Paradise
And Voices bore a hidden word
That only by her ear was heard.

Refrain
O blessed Maid, the chant we raise
That tells the meaning of thy praise:
Thou teachest us the lesson grand
Of love for God and Fatherland.

2.
The Visions and the Voices spoke
A wondrous message: "Break the yoke
That burdens France, and crown your King,
Sweet Herald of his triumphing!"

3.
The Maid believed the great command,
And fought for God and native land:
A model she shall ever lamp
To guide her feet in court or camp.

4.
O who shall dare her glory paint?
She lived a hero, dies a Saint:
A model she shall ever stand
Of love for God and Fatherland.


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No. 105

SAINTS, St. Cecilia

Let the deep organ swell the lay

Rev. C. Pise
Nicola. A. Montani

Marcato

1.
Let the deep organ swell the lay,
In honor of this festive day;
Let the harmonious choirs proclaim
Cecilia's ever blessed name.
Rome gave the virgin martyr birth,
Whose holy name hath filled the earth;
And from the early dawn of youth,
She fixed her heart on God and truth.

2.
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,
Cecilia, with a two-fold crown
Adorned in Heav'n, we pray look down
Upon thy fervent votaries here
And harken to their humble pray'r.


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No. 106

SAINTS, St. Agnes

Sweet Agnes, Holy Child

Anonymous
Melody from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante religioso

1.
Sweet Agnes, holy child,
All purity,
Oh, may we undefiled,
Be pure as thee:
Ready our blood to shed
Forth as the martyrs led.
The path of pain to tread,
And die like thee.

2.
O gentle patroness
Of holy youth,
Ask God all those to bless
Who love the truth:
Oh, guide us on our way
Unto th'eternal day,
With hearts all pure and gay,
Dear Saint, like thine.

3.
Look down and hear our pray'r
From realms above,
Show us thy tender care,
Thy guiding love:
Oh, keep us in thy sight,
Till in th'unclouded light
Of Heav'n's pure vision bright
We dwell with thee.


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No. 107

SAINTS, St. Ursula

Afar upon a foreign shore

Ancient Breton Melody
Arr. by N. A. M

Andante religioso

1.
Afar upon a foreign shore
A martyr's crown thy love did win,
Thy life, thy death to Jesus giv'n,
With Him to reign forevermore

Refrain
Hail Blessed Saint, hail Ursula!
Obtain for us, we pray,
That love may make us martyrs too,
And in our hearts hold sway.

2.
O happy Saint! Upon whose way
God's special love a glory cast,
Thy sorrows o'er thy tempest past,
Thou sharest His eternal day.

3.
To God the Father with the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Be glory while the ages flow,
From all above and all below.


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No. 108

SAINTS, St. Vincent de Paul

O blessed Father sent by God

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1.
O blessed Father! Sent by God
His mercy to dispense,
Thy hand is out o'er all the earth,
Like God's own providence.
There is no grief nor care of men,
Thou dost not own for thine,
No broken heart thou dost not fill
With mercy's oil and wine.

2.
Thy miracles are works of love,
Thy greatest is to make
Room in a day for toils that weeks
In other men would take.
All cries of suff'ring thro' the earth
Upon thy mercy call,
As tho' thou wert, like God himself,
A Father unto all.

3.
Dear Saint not in the wilderness
Thy fragrant virtues bloom,
But in the city's crowded haunts,
The alley's cheerless gloom.
When hunger hid itself to die,
Where guilt in darkness dwelt,
Thy pleasant sunshine can by stealth
Thy hand and heart were felt.

4.
For charity anointed thee
O'er want and woe and pain;
And she hath crowned thee emperor
Of all her wide domain.
Vincent! Like Mother Mary, thou
Art no one's patron saint;
Eyes to the blind, health to the sick,
And life to those who faint.


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No. 109

SAINTS, Feasts of Virgins

Dear Crown of all the Virgin-choir
Jesu, corona Virginum

For Unison, or Two-Part Chorus of Equal Voices
Translated by Father Caswall
P. Piel

Moderato

1.
Dear Crown of all the Virgin-choir
That holy Mother's Virgin Son!
Who is, alone of womankind,
Mother and Virgin both in one.

2.
Encircles by thy Virgin band,
Amid the lilies Thou art found;
For thy pure brides with lavish hand
Scatt'ring immortal graces round.

3.
And still whatever Thou dost bend
Thy lovely steps, O glorious King,
Virgins upon Thy steps attend,
And hymns to Thy glory sing.

4.
Keep us, O Purity divine,
From ev'ry least corruption free;
Our ev'ry sense from sin refine,
And purify our souls for Thee.

5.
To God the Father, and the Son,
All honor, glory, praise be giv'n;
With Thee, coequal Paraclete!
Forevermore in earth and Heav'n.


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No. 110

SAINTS, Feasts of Apostles

Now let the earth with joy resound
Exsultet orbis gaudiis

Translated by Father Caswall
Lachmannov Spevnicek
Arr. by N. A. M.

Joyously and with animation (alla breve)

1.
Now let the earth with joy resound;
And Heav'n the chant re-echo round;
Nor Heav'n nor earth too high can raise
The great Apostles' glorious praise.

2.
O ye who, throned in glory dread,
Shall judge the living and the dead!
Lights of the world forevermore!
To you the suppliant pray'r we pour.

3.
So when the world is at its end,
And Christ to judgement shall descend,
May we be called these joys to see
Prepared from all eternity.

4.
Praise to the Father, with the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One;
As ever was in ages past,
And so shall be while ages last.


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No. 111

ANGELS

Hark! hark! my soul

The Pilgrims of the Night
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato (alla breve)

1.
Hark! Hark! My soul! Angelic songs are swelling
O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life where sin shall be no more!

Refrain
Angels of Jesus! Angels of light!
Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night.

2.
Darker than night life's shadows fall around us,
And, like benighted men, we miss our mark;
God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely found us,
Ere death finds out his victims in the dark.

3.
Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea;
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd! Turn their weary steps to Thee.

4.
Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping,
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above;
While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping,
Till life's long night shall break in endless love.


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No. 112

ANGELS

Dear Angel! ever at my side

The Guardian Angel
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Semplice

1.
Dear angel! Ever at my side,
How loving must thou be,
To leave thy home in Heav'n
To guide a sinful child like me.

2.
Thy beautiful and shining face,
I see not, tho' so near;
The sweetness of thy soft low voice
Too deaf am I to hear.

3.
But when, dear Spirit, I kneel down,
Both morn and nigh to pray'r,
Something there is within my heart,
Which tells me thou art there.

4.
Oh! When I pray thou prayest too,
Thy pray'r is all for me;
But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.

5.
Then, for thy sake, dear Angel! now
More humble will I be:
But I am weak, and when I fall,
O weary not of me.

6.
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.


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No. 113

THE HOLY SOULS

Help, Lord, the Souls which Thou hast made

The Faithful departed
Cardinal Newman
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante

1.
Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made,
The souls to Thee so dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid,
Of sins committed here.

2.
These holy souls, they suffer on
Resigned in heart and will,
Until The high behest is done,
And justice has its fill.

3.
For daily falls, for pardoned crime
They joy to undergo
The shadow of Thy Cross sublime,
The remnant of Thy woe.

4.
Oh, by their patience of delay,
Their hope amid their pain,
Their sacred zeal to burn away
Disfigurement and stain.

5.
Oh, by their fire of love, not less
In keenness than in flame,
Oh, by their very helplessness,
Oh, by Thy own great Name.

6.
Good Jesus, help! Sweet Jesus, aid
The souls to Thee most dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid
Of sins committed here.


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No. 114

THE HOLY SOULS

Ye Souls of the Faithful
O vos fideles animae

Tr. by Father Caswall from an Italian Hymn Book
Arr. by N. A. M.


Moderato

1.
Ye souls of the faithful, who sleep in the Lord,
Who yet are shut out from your final reward:
O! would I could lend you assistance to fly
From prison below to your palace on high.

2.
O Father of mercies, Thine anger withhold;
These works of Thy Hand in Thy mercy behold:
Too oft from Thy path they have wandered aside,
But Thee, their Creator, they never denied.

3.
O tender Redeemer, their misery see:
Deliver the souls that were ransomed by Thee:
Behold how they love Thee, despite of their pain:
Restore them, restore them to favor again.

4.
O Spirit of Grace, Thou Consoler divine,
See how for Thy presence they longingly pine,
To lift, to enliven their sadness, descend;
And fill them with peace and with joy in the end.


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No. 115

THE HOLY SOULS

O turn to Jesus, Mother, turn

Father Faber
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Lento

1.
O turn to Jesus, Mother! Turn,
And call Him by His tenderest names;
Pray for 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 uncherry night,
The arbour 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.

4.
O Mary, let thy Son no more
His lingering Spouses thus expect:
God's children to their God restore,
And to the Spirit His elect.

5.
Pray, then, as thou hast ever prayed;
Angels and souls, all look to thee;
God waits thy pray'rs, for He hath made
Those pray'rs His law of charity.


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No. 116

THE HOLY SOULS

Unto him, for whom this day

Recessional
Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D.
Nicola A. Montani

Andante religioso (non troppo lento)

1.
Unto him, for whom, this day;
Juste judex ultionis
We in love and pity pray;
Donum fac remissionis

Refrain
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona ei requiem.

2.
When at Judgement he shall stand,
Rex tremendae majestatis,
Grant him what Thy love hath planned,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis.

3.
He hath fought the gallant fight
Inter oves locum praesta,
Lead Him on to Heaven's light
Statuens in parte dextra.


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No. 117

THE HOLY SOULS

Out of the depths
De Profundis

S. Webbe

With devotion

1.
Out of the depths to Thee, O Lord, I cry,
Lord! Gracious turn Thine ear to suppliant sigh;
If sins of men Thou scann'st, who may stand
That searching eye of Thine, and chast'ning hand?

2.
Oh, bear our pray'rs and sighs, Redeemer blest,
And grant Thy holy souls eternal rest
And let perpetual light upon them shine;
For tho' not spotless, still these souls are Thine.

3.
To be appeased in wrath, dear Lord, is Thine;
Thou mercy with Thy justice canst combine;
Thy blood our countless stains can wash away:
This is Thy, law our hope and steadfast stay.

4.
This God Himself shall come from Heav'n above,
The Christ! The God of mercy and of love!
He comes, He comes! The God Incarnate He!
And by His glorious death makes all men free!


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No. 118

HEAVEN

Jerusalem the Golden
Urbs Sion aurea

Bernard of Cluny
J. Grabowski
Translated by J. M. Neale
Arr. by N. A. M.

Con Moto

1.
Jerusalem the Golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest;
I know not--Oh, I know not
What joys await us there;
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.

2.
They stand, those Halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an Angel,
And all the Martyr throng;
The Prince is ever in them,
His light is always seen;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.

3.
There is the throne of David,
And bliss without alloy;
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of festal joy;
And they, who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.

4.
O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.


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No. 119

HEAVEN

Jerusalem, my happy home

L. Anderson, S. J.
From an Italian Hymnal

Modrato (alla breve)

1.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have and end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2.
O happy harbor of the Saints,
O sweet and pleasant soil:
In thee no sorrow may be found.
No grief, no care, no toil.

3.
There lust and lucre cannot dwell,
There envy bears not sway,
There is no hunger, heat or cold
But pleasure ev'ry way.

4.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God grant I once may see
Thy endless joys, and of the same,
Partaker, aye to be.


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No. 120

HEAVEN

O Paradise! O Paradise!

Father Faber
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Moderato

1.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land,
Where they that loved are blest:

Refrain
Where loyal hearts and true,
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture thro' and thro'
In God's most holy sight?

2.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold;

3.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
'Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near;

4.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
I want to sin no more;
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;

5.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
I greatly long to see
The special place my dearest Lord
In love prepares for me;


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No. 121

THE CHURCH

Faith of our Fathers
Fideles ad mortem

Father Faber
Nicola. A. Montani

Maestoso, ben marcato

1.
Faith of our Fathers: living still
In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene'er we hear that glorious word.

Refrain
Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith!
We will be true to thee till death.

2.
Our Fathers, chained in prisons dark,
Were still in heart and conscience free:
How sweet would be their children's fate,
If they, like them, could die for thee!

3.
Faith of our Fathers! We will love
Both friend and foe in all our strife:
And preach thee too, as love knows how
By kindly words and virtuous life:


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No. 122

THE CHURCH

Long Live the Pope

Hymn for the Pope
Rt. Rev. Msgr. Hugh T. Henry, Litt. D.
H. G. Ganss

Maestoso

1.
Long live the Pope! His praises sound again and yet again:
His rule is over space and time; His throne the hearts of men:
All hail! The Shepherd King of Rome, The theme of loving song:
Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong.
Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong.

2.
Beleaguered by the foes of earth, Beset by hosts of hell,
He guards the loyal flock of Christ, A watchful sentinel:
And yet, amid the din and strife, The clash of mace and sword,
He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord,
He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord.

3.
His signet is the Fisherman's; No sceptre does he bear;
In meek and lowly majesty He rules from Peter's Chair:
And yet from ev'ry tribe and tongue, From clime and zone,
Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne,
Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne,

4.
Then raise the chant, with heart and voice, In church and school and home:
"Long live the Shepherd of the Flock! Long live the Pope of Rome!"
Almighty Father, bless his work, Protect him in his ways,
Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days,"
Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days."


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No. 123

THE CHURCH

Blest is the Faith

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Maestoso

1.
Blest is the Faith, divine and strong
Of thanks and praise and endless fountain,
Whose life is one perpetual song,
High up the Saviour's holy mountain.

Refrain
Oh, Sion's songs are sweet to sing,
With melodies of gladness laden;
Hark! how the harps of angels ring,
Hail! Son of Man! Hail Mother Maiden

2.
Blest is the Hope that holds to God,
In doubt and darkness still unshaken,
And sings along the heav'nly road,
Sweetest when most it seem forsaken.

3.
Blest is the Love that cannot love
Aught that earth gives of best and brightest;
Whose raptures thrill like saints' above,
Most when its earthly gifts are lightest.


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No. 124

FOR CHILDREN

Hear Thy Children, gentle Jesus

Father Stanfield
M. Haydn
Arr. by N. A. M.

Animato

1.
Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus,
While we breath our daily prayer,
Save us from all harm and danger,
Take us 'neath Thy shelt'ring care.
Save us from the wiles of Satan,
'Mid the lone and sleepful night,
Sweetly may bright Guardian Angels
Keep us 'neath their watchful sight.

2.
Gentle Jesus, look in pity,
From Thy great white throne above;
All the night Thy Heart is wakeful,
In Thy Sacrament of love.
Shades of even fast are falling,
Day is fading into gloom,
When the shades of death fall 'round us,
Lead Thine exiled children home.


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No. 125

FOR CHILDREN

Little King, so fair and sweet

School Hymn
S.N.D.
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Unison

1.
Little King, so fair and sweet,
See us gathered at Thy feet:
Be Thou Monarch of our school,
It shall prosper 'neath Thy rule.
We will be Thy subjects true,
Brave to suffer, brave to do;
All our hearts to Thee we bring,
Take them, keep them, little King.

2.
Raise Thy little hand to bless
All our childhood's happiness;
Bless our sorrow and our pain,
That each cross may be our gain.
Be Thine own sweet childhood, Lord,
Sanctify each though and word,
Set Thy seal on ev'ry thing
Which we do, O little King.

3.
Be our Teacher when we learn,
All the hard to easy turn;
Be our Playmate when we play,
So we shall indeed be gay.
Keep us happy, keep us pure,
While our childhood shall endure,
All its days to Thee we bring,
Bless them guard them, little King.

4.
And when holidays have come,
Call Thy children to Thy home,
In that gentle voice of Thine,
Which we know, sweet Child divine.
At the gate, oh, meet us thus,
As we loved Thee--Child like us;
Stretch Thine hands in welcoming
To Thine own, O little King.


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No. 126

FOR CHILDREN
The Infant Jesus

When Blossoms flowered 'mid the snows

A Christmas Carol
For Unison Chorus
(Gesu Bambino)
Frederick H. Martens
Pietro A. Yon

Copyright 1917 by J. Fischer & Bro.
By permission of J. Fischer & Bro. Owners of Copyright
British Copyright Secured

Andante mosso

1.
When blossoms flowered 'mid the snows
Upon a winter night,
Was born the Child, the Christmas Rose,
The King of Love and Light.
The angels sang, the shepherds sang
The grateful earth rejoiced;
And at His blessed birth the stars
Their exultation voiced.

Refrain
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

2.
Again the heart with rapture glows
To greet the holy night,
That gave the world its Christmas Rose,
Its King of Love and Light.
Let ev'ry voice acclaim His name,
The grateful chorus swell.
From paradise to earth He came
That we with Him might dwell.


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No. 127

FOR CHILDREN
The Infant Jesus

Dear little One! how sweet Thou art

Christmas
For additional Children's Hymn see No. 87

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Andante

1.
Dear little One! How sweet Thou art,
Thine eyes, how bright they shine;
So bright, they almost seem to speak
When Mary's look meets Thine!

2.
How faint and feeble is Thy cry,
Like plaint of harmless dove,
When Thou dost murmur in Thy Sleep
Of sorrow and of love.

3.
When Mary bids Thee sleep
Thou sleep'st, Thou wakest when she calls;
Thou art content upon her lap,
Or in the rugged stalls.

4.
Saint Joseph takes Thee in his arms,
And smoothes Thy little cheek,
Thou lookest up in to his face
So helpless and so meek.

5.
Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be,
A thing of smiles ands tears;
Yet Thou art God, and Heav'n and earth
Adore Thee with their fears.


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