The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book

Chapter C: M. Caddell (1)

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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.

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