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: