The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book

Chapter C: M. Caddell (2)

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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

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Daily, daily sing to Mary (B)

St. Casimir Processional Father Bittlestone Nicola. A. Montani

Allegre modto

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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?

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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.

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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!

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.

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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!

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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

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

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