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PREFACE 

OF THE AMEBICAN EDITOB. 



An apology can scaroelj be necessary for the fol- 
lowing attempt towards supplying the want, so long 
and deeply felt in the Catholic community, of a suit- 
able collection of Hymns and Psalms, for the pur- 
poses of general devotion. 

While adequate translations have opened wholly, 
or in great part, to the other languages of modem 
Europe, the entire range of the finest sacred poetry 
that ever flowed from uninspired pens, in the pages 
of the Roman Breviary and Missal ; and even while 
the value of those compositions for the purposes of 
private devotion has been strikingly attested by 
more than one attempt to embody them into the 
collections of other denominations, — ^they have been 
known to our own tongue by a few scattered ver- 
sions, made at various periods, without any unity 



PREFACE OF THE 



of purpose, of which it may with entire truth be 
said, that they were, with few exceptions, wholly 
inadequate in point of style, almost always inelegant^ 
and quite frequently so rude as to border on the 
grotesque. 

The first systematic and successful attempt to 
remedy a defect so remarkable, was the Lyra Catho- 
lica of Edward Caswall, M. A. ; one of the zealous 
and accomplished men whom the present religious 
moyement in England is continually bringing into the 
fold of Christ. His version {Collection, published in 
London, 1849) comprises all the hymns of the Ro- 
man Breviary, all the hymns and sequences of the 
Missal, with a selection from the Breviaries of Paris 
and Oluny, and from the Italian Raceolta delle Indvl- 
gewK. Of these pieces, every one is newly translated 
by Mr. Caswall, and probably more than half of 
them appear in English for the first time, from his 
hand. 

As a whole, his version combines, in a very high 
degree, elegance, vigor, and poetical fire of thought 
and diction, with the still more important requisites 
of fidelity to the lofty religious spirit of his originals, 
and a most exact transfusion of their Catholic faith, 
fervent piety, and doctrinal integrity. It is not too 



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but a scanty measure of justice to the Translator. 
It would be difficult to imagine any task, whether in 
sacred or in profane literature, which involves so 
many and so peculiar difficulties. It is not alone 
that the hymns in themselves present almost every 
possible shade of variety ; — Uie accumulated growth 
of every age, from the days of Constantino to our 
own ; the work of an endless variety of authors, from 
St. Ambrose and St Jerome to the Roman academi- 
cians of the seventeenth century ; embodying every 
variety of subject — ^history, biography, doctrine, 
piety, ascetidsm, spirituality, theology, and even 
dogmatism ; embracing every variety of metre, from 
the classic measures of Uie Horatian epoch to the 
jingling rhyme of the middle age — and every shade of 
latinity, from the studied purity of Prud^ntius to the 
rude though expressive scholasticisms of St. Thomas. 
The necessity of acconmiodating himself to the varie- 
ty which all this supposes, forms but one of the em- 
barrassments of a poetical translator of the Breviary. 
The real difficulty of the task lies in the nature of a 
large proportion of the hymns themselves, many of 
which differ in almost every particular from the 
ordinary standard of poetical composition. Many of 
the hymns, it is true, are highly poetical, even in the 



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largert seiue of the wirard ; but there is alflo a large 
proportion, in which either their exceeding sim- 
plicity and plainneflH, or their practical and didactic 
tone, depriyes the writer of all the ordinary aids to 
poetry. There is no sublimily to elevate his verse, 
no paasioQ to give it power ; iind very often there is 
little tenderness, at least in the common sense of the 
word, to make it steal to the heart. The yery 
language itself presents a fresh embarrassment A 
sentiment which may be terse and pointed enough in 
the doee and expressiye phrase of the Latin original, 
becomes vague, and loose, and weak, whoa expanded 
into the lengthy English equivalent ; and when, to 
these inherent difficulties of the subject, we add the 
trammels imposed by the necessity of more than 
ordinarily literal translation and of adherence to the 
metres adapted to congrf^tional uses, we shall have 
some data by which to estimate the full requirements 
of the task. 

" It is no ordinary merit on Mr. Caswall's part, 
therefore, that his success appears to us to be great- 
est in those very portions of his work which presented 
the greatest difficulty. His translations of the great 
and striking hymns, are, no doubt, eminently success- 
fiiL But we cannot help regarding it as a still greater 



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evideiice of his peculiar adaptation for the task 
which he undertook, that in the most plain and un- 
poetical of them all, he has, generally speaking, sue- 
ceeded in preserving all the plainness and simplicity 
of the original, without permitting it to degenerate 
into commonplace, or, at least, into inelegance." 

A very g^eat merit of Mr. Caswall's collection is 
its completeness. Oatholics need not be told that 
wiy mere arbitrary selection of a portion of the 
hymns of the Breviary, — of the Missal, — a portion of 
the Sequences, — involves in itself a contradiction and 
an injury. Not that many of these compositions are 
wanting in poetical and devotional beauties of a very 
high order. But the hymns of the Breviary office oi 
the Church, for instance, though the work of many 
hands, the production of different times, And the off- 
spring of various circumstances and occasions, form 
BOW, as presented to us by the Church, a harmonious 
and connected whole; of which, no part, even the 
smallest, is without its settled purpose and signifi- 
cance, — hidden and mystical it may be, but aU con- 
tributing to the general fitness and beauty, — ^none 
which can be separated without damage to itself and 
the onity of the design. 

Thus, to quote again the journal already alluded 



AMEKICAN EDITOR. 1] 






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io : — " To make an arbitrary selection among these 
parts to adopt some and ezdude othen— to muti- 
late, or in any way to modify, the portions thus 
selected — erea to disturb their order or arrangement 
—is to destroy the harmony as well as the fitness of 
the general design. A stranger, reading an occasion- 
al hymn of the Roman Breviary, may, no doubt, be 
struck by the many beauties and excellencies which 
he will discover therein. But, to those who are 
familiar with that most wonderful work of piety, we 
need to say that mucli, at the same time, will escape 
him, unless he knows the antecedents and the con- 
sequents. The offices of Advent lose half their signifi- 
cance, unless they be read with relation to the g^eat 
festival which they introduce. The offices of Lent 
have a neoessarv reference to the Passion and to the 
Paschal mysteries ; and yet, although each of these 
dasses thus differs from the other in its object and 
tendency, it would be easy to show, nevertheless, 
that they have sudi a conmion relation to one an- 
other, that neither is in itself complete and perfect, 
even as a part of the g^eat annual circle. The offices 
of Apostles, or of mar^s, or of bishops, receive 
their complement in those of oonfessOTS, of virgins, or 
widows, and vice vena; and the common offices of 



12 PREFACE OF THE 



these aBTsral dnHHOir find not only a ideaaing and 
gratefol yariation, but a useful and edifying oom- 
mentary, in the proper offices of particular sainta 
To select the proper hymns of Advent, of Ghristmaa^ 
of Lent, of Easter, and to pass by those of the great 
saints, whose offices, as arranged in the Breviary, 
relieve and diversify them— to transUte every l^rmn 
and every sequence of the Pentecostal office, and to 
suppress altogether the noble hymns and sequenoei 
of the office of Gorpus Christi— 4s to mutilate and 
deform instead of translating ; it is to suppress the 
most essential and characteristic elements of the 
great design — ^to present the building without the 
portico, or to leave the portico in solitary and mi- 
meaning loneliness." 

Mr. Oaswall has avoided this fi&tal error. Hui 
collection comprises not only the hymns of Veapeni 
but those of Matins, Lauds, and the lesser hoon^ ai 
well as the hymns of the conunon, and alao the 
proper ones, both of the seasons and the saints 
throughout the year ; so as, by means of the table 
prefixed, to serve as a complete manual of devotion- 
al poetry tor every day, and for all holyday% mn'' 
saints' days, of the ecclesiastical year. 

It has, therefore, been transferred entire aiy' 



AMBBIOAlf BinTO&. 13 



ife io ft few mmnportuit points) to the 
jeelioii, of whkdi it forms the first part, 
itle of the ** Sacred . Tear.'* 
md part of this puUicatioD comprises a 
hymns and anthems, for particular ooca- 
rotion, from various approved sources,—- 
BUS and Mary, or Catholic Hynms»" by 
Faber, (London, 1849,) and ** Hymns of 
by Matthew Brydges, Esq. ; both of them 
itions of the taste, genius, and piety of 
rs to the service of the Church, to which 
>f Gkxi has led their wandering feet *, ani 
die Choralist," by Rev. Wm. Youug, 
42.) 

d part is devoted to sacred poetry of a 
devotional cast. 

ins, in addition to a few pieces from 
its, usually found in collections like the 
election from the compositions of writers 
be, less than the highest genius, but of 
id Catholicity, genuine piety, and pure 

bolic reader will indulge the effort, so far 
iw selections may go, to snatch from the 
7hich the fanaticism of some, and the pre- 



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occupatkn of others, would ocxiBigii them^ the Catb- 
olic poets of our earlier English literature, — the simr 
pie and earnest strains of Southwell, a poet, priest^ 
and martyr, whose unshaken soul passed awaj in 
Bong from the fires of persecution, — Crashaw, whose 
tender fEuic^ and graceful zeal have extorted the 
highest praises of unfriendly judges, — the manly 
virtue of Hahington, pure in an age of license^— 4he 
later oompositioiis of Dry den, the atonements laid hy 
his repentant muse on the altar of religion. 

And if there should he one or twa yet standing^ 
apart, admitted to he of this goodly company, he it 
in virtue of the spirit which inspires them with- 
strains not theirs, hut "of a higher mood," and 
maken them bear witness unconsciously to the tiath : 
whereunto let us humbly hope, it is in the unoov- 
enanted mercies of Gk>d, that they are yet to attain. 

A dassified Table of the principal Hymns adapted 
to particular occasions of devotion has been addei^ 
which, with the very Ml classified Table for th» 
week-days, Simdays, and holydays, throughout th» 
year, render the present work a complete maonal 
of devotional '^erases, and make it aooeptahle and 
advantageous to the fiuthfiiL 

Veaat tftJU FUitationy Jufyy 18SQ. 



PREFACE 

Of Edward Oaswall, M. A^ to his Lyra Catlwlxetk 



** The Breviary Office of Ae Churdi," remarks the 
reverend author of the Catholic ChorcUisty ^ is, next 
to the august Sacrifice of the Altar, the most accept- 
able tribute of praise that man can offer to his 
Maker ; and although, by reason of their various 
secular avocations, the laity are not bound, like the 
deigy, to its recital, yet that portion of it which 
includes the Hymns and Canticles, might be fre- 
quently, if not daily, recited by them, with great 
spiritual benefit and fruit. Thus, besides the happi- 
ness of uniting with the Church in an important 
portion of her most acceptable service, the Faithful 
would become daily more and more enlightened on 
^ sublime truths and mysteries of Religion, and 
fnmished with the most pathetic and edifying sub- 
jects of instruction and meditation." He adds, that 
it was his wish to have inserted in his collection, 
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observed, that the Hymns oq the Nativity, Airnun- 
ciatioD, and Visitation, of our Blessed Lady, as also 
those to St Anne, St Stephen, and St John the 
Evangelist, are from the Monastic Breviary of 
Clnny ; those on the Pm'ification and the Assmnp- 
tioo, the Hymn to Jesus, and that for Sunday 
■ Mcxning, from the Parisian Breviary; and those 
to St Joseph, St Peter, St. Paul, and St Pius the 
Fifth, from the JRaccolta delle Indidgenze. Every 
hymn, without exception, has been newly translated 
from the Latin ; and there is reason to believe, that 
nearly half the hymns hej)-e given have never before 
appeared in the English tongue. 

As respects the Hymns in general, it may be 
useful to remark, that the greater number of them 
appear to have been originally written, not with a 
view to private reading, but for the purpose of being 
song to the beiutiful ecclesiastical melodies by Mo- 
nastic and other B^ligious Bodies at their Office in 
Choir. This circumstance will serve to explain a 
few scattered expressions, which otherwise might 
seem unreal ; as, for instance, where allusions occur 
to the practice of rising at midnight to sing praises 
to Gfod ; — and if, on the one hand, some few of the 
Hymns may so fSEir appear less adapted to the use of 

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persons living in the world, it is our gain sorely, on 
the other hand, thus, by occasional glimpses, to be 
reminded of that more perfect life, which has never 
ceased to be a reality in the Catholic Church. 

Another advantage, which we owe, doubtless, in 
a measure, to the same circumstance — an advantage 
not to be despised in a sentimental age — ^is the 
exceedingly plain and practical character of these 
Hymns. Written with a view to constant daily use^ 
they aim at sometliing more than merely exciting the 
feelings. They have a perpetual reference to action. 
Their character is eminently objective. Their ten- 
dency is, to take the individual out of himself; to set 
before him, in turn, all the varied and sublime Objects 
of Faith ; and to blend him with the universal family 
of the Faithful In this respect they utterly differ 
from the hymn-books of modern heretical bodies, 
which, dwelling as they do, almost entirely on the 
state and emotions of the individual, tend to 
inculcate the worst of all egotisms. 

And here, although the Translator may seem to 
be pleading his own cause, yet he cannot refrain 
from observing, that truly poetical as are many of 
these Hymns, as indeed well befits the sacred 01^ 
pourings of Christ's tender Spouse, still, as a wh 

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#01 oMfelB ft«m thnu llttk of Art dflligfat 

/««» «righil LbHo, M H b tnwr ilffl nf Hie 
iMlNfi ^fBft f pm t ht <Im pnmd tiiiililiw ; k 
■PV Mw D0 10VW%illB QmuMnM MiBpiiatyoi 
p | i M la 4 » u o ^M toooAen degwMnltA into plalD- 

E» iti biwtfai ]«Te been ftiiidlj nllabted, 
liMf odlgo ttniitocl Id piidtai^ tliraii|{h • 

liMialiiiitt riin racMuni to be ewd regpecting the 

ftfMflnd to the preemt Ocdlection. It may be 

Ted, Hmd, finr the sake of thoee who are on- 

inted with the subject, that several yeiy 

\uA Feaete, as, fbr instance, thoee of the 

1 Virgin, and of nearly all the Apostles, have 

dal Hymns of their own in the Roman 

f , but draw their Hymns from the Oom- 

Satnts, whereas certain other Feasts of 

-aok have special Hymns attached to them. 

'. was finmd that a mere statement of 

however complete, would convey to the 

I eye a very inadequate and even erroneous 

e Catholic Festivals ; and a Calendar was 



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20 PREFACE. 



accordiDgly choBen instead, both as serviDg to coirect 
any such apparent disproportion in the Hymns, and 
also with the view of rendering them more readily 
serviceable for daily use, in the event of any person 
desiring so to employ them. By its aid, the very 
youngest readers will be able to follow, with suf- 
ficient exactness, the coiurse of the ecclesiastical 
year ; and happy indeed will the Translator be, if 
this little book may thus be permitted to have soma 
share in fostering, among the youth of our Catholic 
Seminaries, that ecclesiastical spirit, whidi finds ita 
true home nowhere but in the Catholic heart, and 
which, if it be not necessary to the soul, is assuredly 
a most lovely grace, and a powerful auxiliary of the 
Faith. 

It will be observed, thai on certain special Feasts, 
after a reference to the proper hymns in the Breviary, 
reference is also made, in the Table, to tke Sequence 
for the day, where there happens to be one, as also 
to the Hymns from various sources. The object of 
this is, to give, at a single glance, all the Hymns in 
the Collection that belong to any particular Day, and, 
at the same time, to render the Calendar a complete 
table of reference to the entire contents of the 
volume. 



PmSFAOB. 21 



igirdi tlie terms used in tins tnoidmtioii, it 
u wen to notioe, tluit the word cuftiM^ in the 
et wbere it oocotb, hM been trenslAted wor- 
olher Snglidi term preMotiiig itself as, on 
e, sohigbly authorixed, or as so well exp r e s s 
dnzaeter of that homage, sapemataral 
not diyine, whidi the Ohiistian soul takes 
n paying to the Angels and Saints, and to 
Bsed Qneot 

nelnsion, the Translator desires to express 
wann thanks to those kind friends, both of 
i;j and laity, who have assiBted him in his 
« also his acknowledgments for the help 
I has received from existing versions. 

/ St, TTkonuu of Canterburih 1848. 



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A TABLE 



THE PBOPKK HTMNB FOB VnOCT DAT THBOVOH 
THE TEAB. 



Aznoged Mecwdiag to tha Romao CU«Bdar. 



HTMHB rOX THB WKKK WHBN NOT OTHKRWISB APPOINTED. 

PAOB 

SiTifDAT Matins 49 

lAiidB 52 

Vespere 59 

Hymn for Sunday Morning 336 

HovDAT Matins 60 

Lauds 61 

Vespere 63 

TuBSDAT Matins 64 

Lauds 65 

Vespere 67 

Wbdkbsdat. .Matins 6§ 

Lauds 69 

Vespere 70 

Thuksdat . . .Matins 72 

Lauds 73 

I Vespere 74 

FuoAT Matins 75 

Lauds 77 

Vespere 18 



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HTMNS FOR THE WEEK. 



Saturday.... MaUns II 

Lauds 81 

y espen 81 

On SUITDATS AND WkBK-DAT8. 

Prime ii 

Terce II 

Sext a 

None II 

Compline 9 



ANTIPHONS OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 

From the first Sunday in Advent to the Feaat of tbe 

Purification tl 

From the Purification of the Blessed Virgin to Palm- 
Sunday 8? 

From Easter Sunday to Whit-sunday 

From Trinity Sunday to the last Sunday after Penteooet f 






MHS ON THE MOVEABLE FEASTS. 


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108 
118 


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107 
133 


•art 11. 363.] 
most hutj Crown of ThoraB of 

■art U. SH.] 

n Hundny in Lcnl, mid dally UU 


, sp™ ana Nail, of o«r Lord 


BOBrthesecondBDndBjicLpnl. 
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lu Blood or our Lord 



VliBlBMarj 

CTbe same. Part I[. 37B.] 

iind Wfxtacaday lollop 
Maimdof TZiundaf, Hynm Bangdi 



Holy asturdBT. Purti 



E HOVEABLS FEASTS. 





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r.»d thrauKhlhevHk. 

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and throiigh Easier, lo 


140 

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■, ud daUy III) WhiUiu^ 

■iu,333;aiid[pBnll.3JI.] 
oddnliylDTtlnitjSiuHta, 

he Holy UhoBt, 334; and 
ST4.] 


isa 


350.] 

H. Thaidtu AqulDIU, 3S3. 
a™l[Pmll.m] 
the Oouve or Corpiis 

le muil SHcred Ban at 


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mceoflheiiameFeBsl.-, 
«ner Ibe Octaio Day of 

eSaeredfic-nofMar,.. 
the BuDdays BllBr PHBle- 
M, K. Hymiu for Ibe 


1ST 



30 CALENDAR. 



16 St. VmntSim, Papa. Oomm. of one Bilart. 

IT St. Anthooy, Abbot. Oomm. oTOoof. not Hih. 

U St. PeteHM Cbaa at Rome. Yaqt. ITl. Mat. 111. iMda 11 

■poaaory of St. Peter, 8S1. 
19 SkWoIstan. Oomm. of Cool and Bieh. 
to 88. Fabiaa and Sebaatian. Oomm. of many llHi. 
tl StAgnea. Oomm. irfViig. and Mart 
98 88. Yineent and Anaataahw. Oomm. of many Bilart. 
98 Deaponiation of B. V. Mary, aa on her Feaata. (See page 98.) 
94 .St Timothy, Biah. Oomm. of one Mart. 
91 OoDTernon of St. Paul. Veap. 178. Mat 178. Laada from the 

ofAp. ReaponaoryofSt Paul, 898. 

96 St Polyearp, Biah. Oomm. of one Mart 

97 8t Jdm Chiyaoatom. Oomm. of Oonf. and Hah.* 

98 St lUymand of Pemmlnrt Oomm. of Oonf. not Hah.* 

99 St Franda of Salea. Oomm. of Conf. and Buh.* 

80 St Martina. Veap. 1T4. Mat ITS. Laada 176. 

81 St. Peter Nolaaco. Oomm. of Conf. not Biah.* 



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FEBR UAR r. 

1 8t Ignatioa, Blah. Oomm. of one Mart 

9 Air{^leatum</'AF. Jfory, orOandlemaa-Day, aacaharFoMlk 

on the Pnrifleation, 816. 

8 St Blaae, Biah. Oomm. of one Mart 

4 St Andrew OorainL Oomm. of Ocmf. and Biah.* 

6 St Agatha. Oomm. of Viig. and Mart 

6 St Dorothy. Oomm. of Yiig. and Mart 

1 St Romuald, Abbot Oomm. of Ocmf, not Biah.* 

8 St John of Hatha. Oomm. of Oonf. not Biah.* 

9 StApoUonia. Oomm. of Viig. and Mart 
10 St Scholaatiea. Oomm. irfViig. not Mart 
14 St Valentine, Prieat Oomm. of one Mart 

16 88. Faoatinaa and Jovita. Oomm. of many lint. 

18 St Simeon, Biah. Oomm. of one Mart 



ITMNS FOR EACH MONTH. 



rfOlilifKian — — k<diaqipHrihl>—}T>MtiflfPiiillw 

«.— Ap. Apnatto TMih. BUhop— Comm. Oommon Caif. Cte* 
vi. livtj^Yirg. Virgin— An astariak (•) in^Uw tiiat • 
o be ninda in th* flnt ■taoa of iit« CSntT* 



thoQgli aoi 

it, an k this table 



to the «ifee of Ae daj,aMTlM 
iDdMedinbnMketa:1liiii,[ ]. 



VISION OF OUR LORD. Hymiu aa on Chriatmae-Daj. 

u BCat.94. Laiida95. 

7 of St. StepiMo. Oomm. of one Mart. (See praeediiv 

7 of St Jolin the Erangeliat Oomm. of Ap. (See preoedinf 

7 of Holy Innoeenti, aa oo the Dtsy. Mai. VI. Laada M. 

• 

7 of St. Thomaa of Cantertmry, and Yigil td the Epiphanj, aa 

tmaa-Day. Mat M. Landa 95. 

nr OF OUR LORD, and dndng the Octave. Yaqi. 99. 

LkmUIOO. 
iday after Epiphany — 

lat of the Motl Solp Nam$ i^ Jmw. Veap. lOS. Mai. 108. 
Mda 104; and [Part m. 508.] 
7 of the Epipltaoy, aa on the Day. 
. Coaun.ofCan£.aadBidu* 
wfintHermit Comm.of OonCaotBiah.* 



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L 



11 St. Leo, Pcpe. Oomm. of Coof. and Biih. 

18 St. Hennemgild. Veap. 188. Mkt 188. Lmdt 18T. 

14 SS. TQxirtitui, Valeriju, and MMdmiu. Oomm. of laaiiy Ifart. 

It St. Anieetot, Pope. Oomm. of one Bilart. 

50 SkAgnei. Oomm. of Yiig. not Mart 

51 StAnaelm. Oomm. of Oool and BUh. 

SS SS. Soter and Oaina. Oomm. (rfmany Mart. 

58 St. George, Protector of England. Oomm. <rfone Mui. 

54 St Fidelia of Sigmaringa. Oomm. of one Blart 

55 St Mark, Evang. Coomi. of Ap. 

56 SS. detoa and Maroellinoa. Ooomi. of many Mart 

59 St Peter. Oomm. of one Mart 

80 St Oatharine of Sienna. Oomm. of Viig. not Mart. 

Third Sonday after Easter. Pofrono^ </ St. Jot^h, aa <m Day 
[Part n. 411, 418.] 



1 88. PkUip and Jamet. Oomm. of A^. 

5 St Athanaaiiu. Oomm. of Conf. and Biah. 

8 Folding of tk« Sofy Orou. Hymns aa on Paaaioa Sonday. Vet^ 

Mat 187. Lands 189. 
4 St Monica, Widow. Oomm. of Holy Women. 
t St Pios the Fifth, Pope. Oomm. of Oonf. and Biah.* Baspo— a 

St Pios the Fifth, 8S6. 

6 St John before the Latin Gate. Oomm. of Ap. 
T St Stanislaos, Bish. Oomm. ct one Mart. 

8 i^parition of St BiGchael the Archangel. Vesp. 188. 

Lands, Ohrist'^ sanctonm),.177. 

9 St Gregory Naiiansen. Oomm. of Oonf. and Blah. 
10 St. Antoninns. Oomm. of Oont and ffiah.* 

15 SS. Nerens, AchiUens, and Domitella. Ooomi. ofmaoy Matt. 
14 St Boni£Me. Oomm. <rf one Mart 

16 St John Neptmraeen. Oomm. (rf one Mart 
n St Paschal Baykm. Ooimn. of ConfL not Hih. 
18 St Venantins. Vesp. 190. Mat 191. Lands 198. 



CALENDAR. 



33 



ofOaafLaadHili. 
1. Ooiiim.orOoiifliMCBUh. 
MtiBfPop*. Ooiom.ofCoiifLaiidBMli. 

Oomm. <tf Ooot and Biih. 
Mmj tha help of Chifatina. Ymp. IM. MiU. IM. 

Oomm. of Oonfl «ad BUk. 
», AikoTEiiglMid. Ooiom.ofO0Bf.aBdHili. 
iii. Ooiiim.<rfOoiil DOtBiih. 
tho 8«T«nth, Pope. Oonun. of Oonfl andBiih. 
teUTO of St. Aagtt«tm«, u oo Ofty. 
pe. Oomm. ofoDoBiIert. 
i. Coam.ofyiig. not Mart 



JUITE, 

gdelon of PenL Conun. of Viig. not Bilert. 

ianeeiolo. Comm. of CoaL not Bith. 

Ap. of Oermany. Comm. of Conf. and Hah. 

Comm. of Cooil and Biah. 

Comm. of Coof. and Biah. 
nd Felieianoa. Gomm. of many Murt. 
, Quean of Scotland. Comm. of Holy Women. 
. Comm. of Ap. 

•eondo. Comm. of Coof. not Biah. 
of Padoa. Comm. of Coof. not Kah. 
omm. of Coof. and Biah.* % 

odaatna, and Creaeenti*. Comm. of many Mart, 
ad MareaUianna. Comm. of many Mart. 
akooierL Veap. 198. Mat. 198. Landa, Comm. of Yiig. 



Pope. Oaam.ofoaeBiIart. 
Gonaage. Comm. of Coof. not Biah. 
int Martyr of Bn^aod. Comm. of one Mart. 
LJUUfieAytfiK. Vaap. IM. Mat. 901. 
Abboi. OoaaB.ofCSiȣfl0tfAfifc. 

s 



tot. 



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L. Vr^.ns. uu.ni, i^ui^Co 









^(. J«nne evniu, ^hud. of' 






OALENDtAK. 



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a. CoaiBi.ofVii;g.aoiMvt. 
laadSennen. Oomm. of oMiiy Mart. 
MLflgroU. Ooiiim.afOantiMtBiah. 



JtUOUST, 



• Chdiis. yMp...lO. Hut 171. LMMblTi. 

Motligaori. Oooun. of Ooofl and BUu 

rSUStophoi, the First Mutyr. Ceum. at <m» UmX. 

lie. OemiBLofCGiiCtiotBUi. 

. Mary ad Xivea, aa on her Feaata. 

naim</<mrLord. Veap. Sll. Mat Sll. LaodatlS. 

n. Comm. ofOaaf. notBiah. 

eaa, Laigna, Ao. Conm. of many Mart 

Doe. Ckmim. of one Mart. 

Conm. of Virg. not Bliut. 
le Octave of SL Laurence, aa on Day. 
TIOX OF B. v. MARY« aa on her Feaata. 
» the AMumption, 81T ; and [Part II. 886.] 
ithin the Octave of the Aaiumptioo— 

t.- Joachim, Father of B. V. Mary. Ck>inni. of Coot not Biah.* 
ath. Comm of Ckxifl not Biab.* 
fty <rf St. Laurence. Comm. of one Mart, 
rd. Abbot. Comm. of Conf. not Biah. 
'raneea de Chantal, Widow. Comm. of Holy Women, 
qr of the Aaaumption, aa oo Day. 
iBeniaL Comm. of Confl not Biih. 
oioNMw. Comm. of Ap. 
, King of France. Comm. ofConH notBi^ 
nrinna,Pope. Comm. of one Mart, 
h Calaaaoetiaa. Comm. of Conf. not Biah.* 
itine. Comm. of Coof. and Biah. 
g of St John the Baptiat Comm. of one Mart 
ef Lima. Cdmm. of Virg. not Mart ; and (Tart n. 499.] 
, Comm. of Conf. and Biah. 

nn the Oetave-Day of the Aaaumption, the Feast of the Saend 
ifMaiy. Vmp^ 918. M^ 915. UmdailB. 



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36 CALENDAR. 



SEPTEMBER. 

5 St Stephen, King of ffaaguy. Oomm. of Cknf. aoi Bldi.« 

6 St Laiiren?e Jnitaniui. CkNnra. of Coot and Biah.* 

8 NmU m tf qf B. V. ifory, u on lier FomU. Hynn on tk 

B. v. Muy, 809. 
Sunday within the OctATe— 

J%e mml Mp Nam» (/J?. V. Jfcry, aa on her Feai 

9 WitUn the Octave of the Nativity of B. v. Maiy.aa on I>a 
10 St. Nicholas of Tdentinom. Comm. ofCoof. not Bidu 

14 EaaHatUm (^ tke H<^ Otom, aa on Faaaion Simday. Vaaf 

187. Lauds 189. 

15 Octave-Day of the Nativity of B. V. Mary, as oo Day. 
Third Sonday in September— 

The Seven DoUmn of B. V. Marf. Yesp. 916. 
Lauds 919. 

16 SS. CSoxnelins and Cyprian. Omnm. of many Mart. 

17 Stigmaa of St. Francis. Comm. of Conf. not Ksh. 

18 St Joseph of Cupertino. Comm. of Conf. not Bi^ 

19 St. Janoarins and Companions. Comm. of many Mart 

90 St Enstaohins and Companions. Comun. of many Blart 

91 8t.M«Mkem. Comm. of Ap. 

99 St Thomas of Villaoova. Comm. of Conf. and Hah.* 

98 St Linus, P<^ie. Comm. of one Mart 

94 The B. V. Maiy of Mercy, as on her Feaats. 

96 SS. Cyprian and Joatina. Comm. of many Mart. 

97 SS. Coamaa and Damian.- Comm. <rf many Mart 

98 St Wineeslana, Doke. Comm. of one BAart 

99 DedieatioH </ a. Miekael, Arekangel. Vesp. 188. Mat 

Christo aanctoram, 177. 
80 St Jerome. Comm. of Conf. not Biah. 



CALSNIUll. 



37 



OCTOBER. 

4 Jtml Hdf Ro 9air p ^ B. V. Jfary, m on W 
PlKtILS88,4e.] 
M. Oomm. of Coot and BUk. 

TuakUmm Auftk, Yci^ni. Mat. Ml. Duda ftt, and 
498,481.] 

tf A~¥-~ Oonam.ofCGiiCiiotBiali. 
a and OompaBknia. Coaun. af maaj Murt. 
Oaam. ofCoiit not Bialu 
*Opa. Oaiiim.ofOoiif. notBUi* 
idsy ia OBtobar— 
aHHmlf</3.r.Mmf. Matttt. LaadatH. Vaip.aa« 



.. CSoniin. of Holy WoaMn. 

iaa, RiHtieiia, and BlaatlMfiaa. 

Boigia. Comm. <tf Goof, not Biah.* 

. OomnuofCoof. aDdBiah. 

. of St. Edward, King and OonlbaNr. 



Ooasfli. of OdbH not 



ia,Popa. Coauii.ofoiM]iart 

lay in Oetobar— 

lity of B. v. Ifaiy. Vaqt. <M. 



Mai. tn. iMda aa on 



y«op. tM. ldat.no. LaudatM. 
fM. Oomm. of Holy Wonoii. 
tv|pf. Coauii.ofAp. 
fAlcaataiB. Ooaua. ofOonfl sotBiali.* 
and OoanpaBkna. Coam. at Vhg. mad Utti. 
iday in Oetdbar— 

ia r«wa yi ^ B. V. Mmry^ aa on kor Faaata. 
latiaa. y6q>.ttl. Mat. iSi. I^odaSSi. 
rMmBalffBtdtmmr, Veap. Oaator alme, 89. 
•8. Laoda, Salntia hunaiue, 146. 
1 tha AidMBgoL Vetp. «U. Mat.SSS. DudatM. 
Oomm. of Omfl and fiiab. 



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M 8t EymiwtiM, Pope. Oomm. of one Hart. 

98 S8. Simon and JwU. Oonm.orA|>. 

S9 Vflnerable Bede. Comm. of Cool not Bbh.* 



JfOFEMBER, 

1 ALL SAINTS. Vesp. 987. Mat. 987. LMida f». 
9 All Bouk. No hymn in tlie Oflloe of the Day. S«q««Bfle in II 
the Dead, 986; and [Part n. 409.] 

8 St Winefrid. Comm. of Virg. and BAart. 

4 St. Charles Bomuneo. Oomm. of Coof . and Biah. 
6, 6, 7 Within the OetoTe of All Sainta, aa on Day. 
fi OetaTe-DayofAll Sainta, aaoo Day. 

9 Dedication of the Baailiea of our Saviour. Oamm. of the Dedloi 

a Choreh. 

10 St. Andrew AvvUino. Oomm. of Oonf. net Hah. 

11 St. Martin. Oomm. of Ooof. and Biah. 
19 St Martin, Pope. Comm. of one Mart 
18 St Didama. Comm. of Conf. not Biah. 

14 St Stanialana Koatka. Comm. of Conf. not Hah.* 

16 St Gertmde. Comm. of Vitig^. not Mart 

16 St. Edmund. Comm. of Conf. and Biah. 

17 St Hugh. Conm. of Coal and Biah. 

18 Dedication of the Banlica of SS. Peter and PaoL Oomm. of Oa 

cation of a Church. 

19 St Elizabeth. Comm. of Holy Women. 

90 St Edmund, King. Oomm. of one Mart • 

91 Prttenuaitm </ B. V. Mctrf, aa on her Feaata. 

99 St Cecilia. Gooun. of Virg. and Mart; and [Part IL 411.] 

98 St Clement, Pope. Oomm. of one Mart 

94 St John of the Oroaa. Comm. of Conf. not Biah.* 

95 St Catharine. Oomm. of Virg. and Mart 

t7 St Gregory Thanmatargua. Comm. of Cool aad Biih. 

99 St Satominua. Comm. of one Bilart 
80 BL Amdnw, Oomm. of Ap. 



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39 



DECEMBEIU 

un. of Yiig. Mid Ifut. 

*. Ooaaa.ofCGiiCiiotBkh. 

igoa. Oomm. ofCoDt aodBiih.* 

71B. OaiBin.cf Con&aiidBuh. 

mm. of Ooof. and Biah.* 

^. Mdrjf, u oa hn Feuts. 

Med Virgin BAmj, ''o«B«eiTed withoot ain,^ ia ib» 

• <rf the United Statea. Th« faaat ia aolmmmtd on 

mj within the Oetava. 

> Offlca of the TmmaAnUt^ Cooeoptiofi, 800} ami 

tav« <tf the Conoeptioo, aa on Day. 
i. Comm. of Ckmf. and Biah.- 
) <rf the Conception, aa 00 Day. 
.(tfVlig. and Mart. 

Coneeptioo, aa on Duty. 
. Ck>mm. of ooe Mart. 

v. Bflary, aa on Pint Snnday in Adyent. Vegp, 89. 
iM. 

an. of Ap. 

)UR LORD. Veap. M. Mat. M. Laoda 96. 
la-Day, 396 } and (Tart II. 846.] 
irom Ck>nditor, 34T. 
brat Blartyr. Comm. of ene Mart, 
len, 898. 

^Ktt. Comm. of i^. 
1, 880 and 881. 

lf»t.9T. Landage. Veqt. 98. 
iterbory. Comm. cS one Mart. 
) of the Nativity, aa 00 Day. 
imm. of Confl and Biah. 



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Let ih» word of Cbrift dwell in yon abaiidatitl: 
dom : jiMvrhing and admoniahinx «oe anotlier id p* 
and qpiritnal eaatidea, unging tn grace in yoor hea 



INDEX 



MX PAKTIODLAK DXYOTIONB AND EXUGIOUB 



PA«B 

3ir.— 1. O Hum tlM Hmtbd** KtsiMl Kii« 14S 

S. Son<rftliaHigbMt,d«ignto«Mt 901 

S. Now let the earth with joy rasoimd 948 

4. H*T« metey ThoOf DMMt gnciow God 4n 

f. ThsAntiphoiiaoraaB. V. Mary 84 

AlKHTw— 1. Ooine,OCrMtor Spirit BkBt 149 

9. Come,OCVestorSpbit..r 8S4 

5. Holy Spirit, Loid of light 980 

4. My Ood, aoeept my heart thii day 449 

NDUCT.—O Hum the Father^ Image BUat 61 

^r ANGELS.— 1. Baler <rf the dread immenae 999 

9. BlMtSpiritaofUj^t,ohyehaTeiKitlbrMikea .... 438 

5. Dear Angel, erer at my tide..... 499 

• 
'^ DEPARTED.— Oh! torn to Jeans, MoUier tarn 409 

aOCUNION.— 1. Jeeo,theTerytiumghtorThee 109 

9. Jean, King moat woodarM 108 

8. O Jean, Tboa the beauty art 104 

4. Ughtoftheaoal,OSaTioarUa8t 919 

5. Lot opoothe Altar lies 986 

EATH.— 1. OTboa,trae life of all that lire 58 

9. Whilst I dwell, O my God, in this Talley of tears.. 469 

-1. Jenaalem, tiiOQ City bleat 910 

9. ICnabeSioa'Bhahitatioo. (tt 



42 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



H(K<T OOMMUNION.— 1. WTing Victim I openrngwide in 

S. Sing, my tODgoe, the Savionr'a glory IH 

8. Lo! apoD the Altar Iie« ttf 

4. Hail to Thee, tme Body tpning MS 

5. O Godhead Ud, devoutly I adore Thee iM 

6. My Ood, I bra Thee, not beeaoM M 

1. Hymna fcr Oommimi<m 4lt 

INTOCATION or THE HOLT GHOST.— 1 . Before Prayer, Catedunn, 

Singing, &c 5*,SM 

S. Before Instraetion. 140 

8. Before SennoB S89 

MONTH <»* MAY. Pions aqpirations for 491 

MOST SACRED HElRT OF JESUS.— 1. Jeff^ Creator of the world. 181 

S. Lol how the lavage crew 118 

8. Ark <rf the Covenant I not that 114 

4. All ye who eeek a certain core M: 

5. ToCluiaf^the Prince of Peaee Iff 

PASSION OF CHRIST.— 1. Now let na sit and weep IM 

S. See where in ehame Ill 

8. O'erwhelmed in depthe of woe lit 

4. DanghtenofSionl royal maids IM 

5. Forth comes the standard of the King 181 

6. Sing, my tongue, the Savioor's glory 1ST.-448 

T. At the eroes her station keeping 189—181 

PEACE.— 1. Lord ofEtemal Truth and Might CT 

S. Blessed Lamb, on dSdvaiy's mountain 881 

PRAYER.— 1. Preparative for— When thou dost talk with God Ml 

i. Invocation before— Come, O Creator Spirit 884 

8. BeforeEveningFam. Prayer— OThouEtemalSooroe Yt 

4. "lift np your hearts." Yes, I will lift 418 

8. Distraetions in — Ah 1 dearest Lord, I cannot pray. . 461 
8. Sweetneas in— Why doat thoa beat so qnidc, n^ 

hewrtt 4B4 

1. Diyneas in— O for the happy days gone by 4Vf 

BXAL PRESENCE.— 1. Sion, lift thy voice and nng S8S 

5. O Godhead hid, devoutly I adore Thee 888 

THANKSGIVING.— Thee, O great God, we praise 848 



PART I. 



^l ^Btttll ^ttt: 



BDN6 THE HTMNS, KTC, 



OF 



BREVIARY AND MISSAL, 

OTHERS FROM VARIOUS SOURCES, 

AJUUVOBD VOB 

, AND FOR THE F1BTIVAI£ AND SAINTS* DATS 
THROUGHOUT THE YEAR. 



, da«d dMonm domni tarn. 



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Bapet flamina Bab7lonii, Olie Mdiimis «t flevtouM, enm 

ree<nd«i«inar Sion. 
Qnomodo eantabimnt eaaticum Domini in tern •liana t 
EU oUitns fbeio toi, Jenaaleni, oUiviooi datar daxlara mas. 
Adhareat lingua mea fiuidbaa meii, ti noo mamlnwo toi : 
8i nan ^op&anero Jernaalem in princ^ latftia maa. 



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GENERAL CONTENTS OF PART L 



Table and Calkndar S3 

9T1UI8 raoM thk Brkviakt. 

L HtMNS FOR THK WlEK 47 

Antiphons of tbe Blessed Virgin 84 

n. Htmns raoM thk Propkr of thk Skabon 87 

nL Htmns from thk Proper of Saints IW 

IV. Htmns from thk Common of Saints 241 

Htmns from thk Missal 275 

Htmns from various Sourcks. 

At Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament 293 

From the OflSce of the Immaculate Conception 300 

Other Hymns 308 



^Etttil ^UL 



MNS FROM THE BREVIARY, 



I. 

HYMNS FOR THE WEEK. 






SACRED YEAR. 



[NS FROM THE BREVIARY. 



HYMNS FOR THE WEEK. 



SUNDAY. 

MATINS. 
Primo die quo TVmctM. 

HIS day the blessed Trinity 
The universe began ; 
his day the world's Creator rose, 
Overcoming death for man. 

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Casting betimes dull sloth away, 

We too will rise by night; 
And with the Prophet seek the Lord, 

Before the dawning night. 

So may He stretch his hand to save, 

And hear us in his love ; 
And, cleansed from guilt, our souls restoi 

To their blest home above. 

So, while on this his holy Day, 

At this most sacred hour. 
Our psalms amid the stillness rise. 

May He his blessings shower. 

Father of lights ! keep us this day 

From sinful passions free ; 
Grant us, in every word, and deed. 

And thought, to honor Thee. 

Thou Lord of chastity divine ! 

Grant us the grace to quell 
Those flames impure, which, cherish'd hei 

Increase the flames of hell. 



HTMNS FOR THE WEEK. 61 



iviour, of thy sweet clemeney, 
Wash Thou our sins away ; 
rant us thy peace— grant us with Thee 
The joys <^ endless day. 

ither of mercies ! hear our ciy ; 
Hear us, coequal Son ; 
lio reignest with the Holy Ghost, 
While ceaseless ages run. 



THE OCTAVE OF PENTECOST, TO THE SUNDAY 
NEAREST THE FIBST OF OCTOBER. 

A*oete surgentes vigilemus omnes, 

IS arise and watch ere dawn of light, 
o the Lord our hearts and voices raise ; 
aeditate in psalms, and all unite 
In holy hymns of praise. 

ning in the strains of Saints on high, 
iter, in the courts of Heaven's great King, 
fve be meet his praise eternally 
VTiih them in bliss to dng. \ 

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SAC&Eii .. 



Father supreme ! this grace on us confer, 
And Thou, O Son by an eternal birth! 
With Thee, coequal Spirit Comforter I 
Whose glory fills the earth. 



LAUDS. 



JEteme rerum eondUor, 



Dread Framer of the earth and sky, 
Who dost the light and darkness give ! 

And all the cheerful change supply 
Of alternating mom and eve ! 



Light of the midnight traveller ! 

Who dost divide the day from night !- 
Loud crows the dawn's shrill harbinger. 

And wakens up the sunbeams bright. 

Forthwith at this, the darkness chill 
Retreats before the star of mom ; 

And from their busy schemes of ill. 
The vagrant crews of night return. 



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JTMrtT-ioR mi ^noBK. 58 



fhe wiKfM ttflir ttoimy itiife aDsjr; 
xIm CSmnVs Roek at tliit» in tem> 

HutOM to WMh fafa goUt ttWi^. 

Arise ye, tbra, with one aoeoid ! 

Nor longer wxept in dnmber He; 
Tlie eoek leboket all wlio their Loid 
* By doth negieeti hy do. deny. 

At hie olear eiy joy apringe afreah ; 

HeaKh eonraaa tfarongh the aick man's veins ; 
The dag^^er glides into its sheath ; 

The fallen sonl her iSedth regains. 

esn I look on ns when we fall ;— 

One momentary glanee of thine 
m from her gaUt the soul recall 

To tears of penitence divine. 

^e ns from false sleep profonnd, 
ind throngh our senses poor thy light ; 
thy blest name the first we sonnd 
t early dawn, the last at night 



54 



SACRED YEAS 



To God the Father glorj 
And to his sole-begott 

The same, O Holy Ghos1 
While everlasting agei 



FROM THE OCTAVE OF PENTECOST 
NEAREST THE FIRST OF 

Eeeejam noetis tenuatur 

Lo, fainter now lie spread the s 

And upward shoot the trembling 

Suppliant we bend before the I 

And pray at early dawn, 

That his sweet charity may all • 
Forgive, and make our miseries 
May grant us health, grant us tl 
Of everlasting peace. 

Father supreme ! this grace on 
And Thou, O Son by an etema 
With Thee, coequal Spirit Com 
Whose gloiy fills the eai 



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THE 



Now doth the nm ucend the ikj, 
And WBke ereatioii with he nj; 

Keep «e flom rfa, O Lord moeft htg^! 
Through ell the eettone of the day. 

OA Thon for QB th' imraly tongnd; 

Teeeh iu the wiqr of peaee to piiie; 
And eloee onr eyes against the throng 

Of earth's absorMog vanities. 

Htk, may our hearts be pnie within ! 
No cherish'd madness vex the soul ! 
ay abstinence the flesh restrain, 
And its rebellions pride oontrol. 

when the evening stars appear, 
Old in their train the darkness bring; 
' we, O Lord, with conscience clear, 
ir praise to thy pnre glory sing. 



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66 SAORED TEAR. 



To God the Father glory be, 
And to his sole-begotten Son ; 

The same, O Holy Ghost, to Thee, 
While everlasting ages run. 



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HYMN AT TERGE. 

ON SUNDAYS AND WEEX-DAYS THROFGHOl 

YEAR. 

JVkne sanete nobis SpiriUu, 

Come, Holy Ghost, and through each 
In thy full flood of glory pour; 

Who, with the Son and Father, art 
One Godhead blest for evermore. 

So shall voice, mind, and strength coi 
Thy praise eternal to resound ; 

So shall our hearts be set on fire, 
And kindle every heart around. 

Father of mercies I hear our ciy ; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! - 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 

Reignest while endless ages ran. 



HTMNS FOR THB WEEK. SI 



HTMN AT 8BXT. 

ON SUKMYS AND WSEE-BAYS TmUXrOHOUT THE 

lEAB. 

Rtettr p0ieiuy verox Dmu, 

Lord of eternal truth and might ! 

^uler of nature's changing scheme ! 
Who dost bring forth the morning light, 

And temper noon's efiEulgent beam : 

Quench Thou in us the flames of strife^ 
And bid the heat of passion cease ; 

From perils guard our feeble life, 
And keep our souls in perfect peace. 

Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son! 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 

Reignest while endless ages run. 



CS SAORSD TKA&. 



HTMir AT NONB. 

ON SUNDAYS AND WEEK-DAIS THBO(reHOD' 

TEAR. 

Rerwm Dem* UnMX «^fwr. 

O Thou true life of all that live ! 

Who dost, unmoved, all motion 8W| 
Who dost the morn and evening give, 

And through its changes guide the ( 

Thy light upon our evening pour, — 
So may our souls no sunbet see; 

But deatii to us an open door 
To an eternal morning be. 

Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 

Reignest while endless ages run. 



HTIOIB FOR tBB WEEK. 



69 



HTMK AT VE8PEBS. 
LT WHEN NO OTHER HYMN IB APPOINTED. 

Luei» OreaUr tpHwu, 

' Creator of the light ! 
dost the dawn from darkness bring; 
Doing Nature's depth and height, 
with the new-bom light begin ; 

nUy blending eve with mom, 
)ora with eve, didst call them day : — 
ws the flood of darkness down; 
ir us as we weep and pray ! 

our souls from schemes of crime ; 
t remorseful let them know ; 
ig but on things of time, 
lal darkness go. 

knock at Heaven's high door ; 
he prize of life to win ; 
evil to abhor, 
ourselves within. 



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60 SACRED TEAR. 



Father of mercies ! hear onr cry ; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most hag 

Reignest while endless ages run. 



MONDAY. 

MATINS. 

Samno refecUs arUiJhu, 

Otjr limbs with tranquil sleep refresh' 
lightly from bed we spring; 

Father supreme ! to us be nigh, 
While to thy praise we ang. 

Thy love be first in every heart, 
Thy name on every tongue ; 

Whatever we this day may do, 
May it in Thee be done. 

Soon will the morning star arise. 
And chase the dusk away ; 

Whatever guilt has come with night, 
May it depart with day. 



mn VQE nu 



61 



i Com ai| JUluS^plbfTdbtQif 

An Hut 11117 ImA to dime; 
80 widi pne Itonte flMf wtt In IfiM 
lldne edOeiri piiiaM proeblm. 

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iVUiierofiiieMlMl heir our ay; 

Hear «■, ebeqod Son ! 
Wlio ralgiMt Wtth the Holy CMic st 

WMto ceeepleie igee nm. 



LAVDfl* 



O THxnj the FiiUher's Image bleati 
Who cidleat forth the mornfaig ray; 

O Thoa eternal Light of light! 
And inexhanathre Fovnt of day! 

Tnie Sun f-— upon onr sonls ariae, 

SUning in heanty evwmore ; 
And through each lease the qniekHung beam 

Of the oliRial Spirit ponn 






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63 



ireaks the dawn. — Eath whole in Eadi, 
ne. Father bleat ! come. Son most high I 
in our aouls, and be to them 
sdawnofimmortaUty. 

od the Father glory be, 
1 to his sole-begotten Son ; 
ame, O Holy Ghost ! to Thee, 
lie everlasting ages run. 



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VESPERS. 



Mmeiue calx conditor. 



of immensity sublime ! 
lO, lest the waters should confound 
trorld, didst them in earliest time 
ide, and make the skies their bound ; 



ng for some on earth below, 
' others in the heav'ns a place ; 
90 the sun's attemper'd glow 
rht not thy beauteous works effiice. 






64 SACKED TEAR. 



Upon our fiunting soals distfll 
The grace of thy celestial dew; 

Let no fresh snare to sin hegaile». 
No former sin revive anew. 

Grant us the grace, for love of Thee,. 

To scorn all vanities below ; 
Faith to detect each falsity ; 

And knowledge, Thee alone to* know 

Father of mercies 1 hear our cry; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son! 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high» 

Reignest while endless ages run. 



TUESDAY. 

MATINS. 
Consors patemi luminis. 



Pure Light of light ! eternal Day t 

\Vho dost the Father's brightness share ; 

Our chant the midnight silence breaks ;— 
Be nigh, and hearken to our prayer. 



HTMHS won THE WEEK. 



65 



Scatter the darimess of onr mindfl, 
And torn the hosts of hell to ffifi^t ; 

Let not our souls in sloth repose, 
And sleejong sink in endless ni^^ 

O Christ! for thy dear mercy's sake, 
Spare ns, who put our tmst in Thee; 

Nor let our hymns ascend in vain 
To thy immortal Majesty. 

Father of mercies! hear our cry; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 

Reignest while endless ages run. 



LAUDS^ 



Ales tUei nunthu. 

Now, while the herald bird of day 
Proclaims the morning bright; 

Christ also, speaking in the soul, 
Wakes her to life and light 
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66 SACRED TEAK. 



** Take up yonr beds,** we hear Wm 
<* No more in slumber lie ; 

In justice, truth, and temperance, 
Keep watch ; — ^your Lord is nigh. 

O Christ! and art Thou nigh iiidee< 
Then let us watch and weep ; 

This truth but once in earnest felt 
Forbids the heart to sleep. 

Break, Lord, the spell that wraps ne 
In deadly bonds of night ; 

Shatter the chains of former guilt; 
Renew in us thy light 

To God the Father glory be, 

And to his only Son ; 
The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee, 

While ceaseless ages run. 



mOB FOB THE WEEK. 67 



VESPERS. 

TEOus Framer of the globe ! 
with thy mighty hand 
ather up the lolling seas, 
finnly base the land: 

) the freshly teeming earth 
it herb and seedling bear, 
ig in early beauty gay, 
1 flowers and fruitage fair : 

parch'd souls pour.Thou, O Lord, 
freshness of thy grace ; 
itence shall spring anew, 
all the past efface. 

8 to fear thy holy law, 

sel thy goodness nigh ; 

8 through life thy peace ; in death 

) immortality. 






68 SAOBED YEAR. 



Father of mercies ! hear our ery ; 

Hear us, coequal Son I 
Who reignest with the Holy Ghi 

While ceaseless ages ran. 



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WBDNBSDAT. 

MAtlNS. 

Rerum Creator optime, 

O BLEST Creator of the world ! 

Look in thy pity down ; 
Nor let the guilty sleep of sin 

Our souls in torpor drown. 

Lord of all Jioliness ! may we 
Find mercy in thy sight; 

Who, to set forth thy glory, rise 
Before the morning light 

Who, as the holy Psalmist bids, 
Our hands thus early raise ; 

And in the midnight sing with Pa 
And Silas hymns of praise. 



HTMNB FOB. THE WEEK. 



69 



m ! to Thee our deeds we show, 
To Thee oar hearts lie bare; 
I, heai^en to the sighs we pour, 
And in thy mercy spare. 

,ther of mercies ! hear our cry ; 
Hear us, coequal Son ! 
ho reignest with the Holy Grhost 
While ceaseless ages run. 



LAUDS. 

JVVke et tenebra et nubila, 

b and darkness, cloud and storm, 
used creations of the night ; 
nters — morning streaks the sky — 
it comes, — ^'tis time ye take your flight. 

by the sun's etherial dart, 
b's gloomy mass is cleft in twain ; 

the smiling face of day, 
re resumes her tints again. 



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70 SACRED YGAB..^ 



O Chriflt, we know no enn but Th 
Shine in our souls dinnely brig 

We seek Thee in simplicity ; 
Through all our senses shed th; 

\ thousand objects all around 
In false delusive colors shine ; 

To purge them clear, we ask, O I 
But one immortal beam of thin< 

To God the Father glory be, 
And to his sole-begotten Son 

The same, O Holy Ghost 1 to The 
While everlasting ages run. 



VESPERS. 
Cali Deus sanetissime. 



Lord of eternal purity ! 

Who dost the world with light i 
And paint the tracts of azure sky 

With lovely hues of eve and mo 



HTIOIS FOR THE WEEK. 



71 



tidsi command the sun to li^t 
fiery wheel's effiilgent blaze ; 
set the moon her circuit bright; 
stars their ever-winding maze : 

saefa within its order'd sphere, 
y might divide the night from day; 
f the seasons through the year, 
well remember'd signs display : 

r onr night, eternal God, 
I kindle thy pure beam within ; 
IS from guilt's oppressive load, 
I break the deadly bonds of sin. 

r of mercies ! hear our cry ; 
jr us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
with the Holy Ghost most high, 
^est while endless ages run. 



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72 SACRED TEAll. 



THUESDAT. 

MATINS. 

JV*ox atra rerum emUegiU 

The pall of night o'ershades the earth, 
And hides the tints of day ; — 

O Thou ! to whom no night comes near, 
Dread Judge ! to Thee we pray I 

That Thou wilt all our guilt remove, 

And our lost peace restore ; 
And of thy mercy grant that we 

May grieve thy heart no more. 

The guilty soul, which all too long 

In lethargy hath lain, 
Yearns to cast off her load, and seek 

Her Saviour's face again. 

Expel from her the darkness, Lord, 

Of her internal night ; 
Renew her bliss, — renew in her 

Thy beatific light. 



HTMNS F0& THE WEEK. 



73 



Father of mercies ! hear our ciy ; 

Hear us, coequal Son ! 
Who reignest with the Holy Ghost 

While ceaseless ages ran. 



LAUDS. 



Lux eeee $wgit aurea. 



Now with the rising golden dawn, 
Let us, the children of the day, 

Cast off the darkness which so long 
Has led our guilty souls astray. 

(Hi, may the mom so pure, so clear, 
Its own sweet calm in us instill ; 

A guileless mind, a heart sincere, 
Simplicity of word and will : 



And ever, as the day glides by. 
May we the busy senses rein ; 

Keep guard upon the hand and eye, 
Nor let the bod/ suffer stain. 



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74 8ACRSD YEAH. 



For all day long, on Heaven'd high toWei 
There stands a Sentinel, who spies 

Our every action, hour by hour. 
From early dawn till daylight dies. 

To God the Father glory be. 
And to his sole-begotten Son ; 

The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee, 
While everlasting ages run. 



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VESPERd. 
MagntB Deus poteiUim, 

Lord of all power ! at whose command. 
The waters, from their teeming womb 

Brought forth the countless tribes of fist 
And birds of every note and plume : 

Who didst, for natures link'd in birth. 
Far different homes of old prepare ; 

Sinking the fishes in the sea; 
lifting the birds aloft in air. 



HTMN8- rO& THE WEEK: 76 



Mm of thy baptaamal ware, 
3 jttk of Thee, O Lord diyine I 
tp tUB, whom Thou hast sanctified 
thjr own Blood, for ever thine. 

) from all pride, a« from dei^Mdr; 
t flunk too low, nor raised too high ; 
ndaed by pride, we headlong fiill ; 
ok in despair, lie down and die." 

T of mercies ! hear our cry ; 
ar us, O sole-begotten Son I 
with the Holy Ghost most hi^ 
ignest while endless ages nm. 



FRTDAT. 

MATINS. 
Tm Trmitatu Umtat* 



Hou ! who dost all nature sway, 
read Trinity in Unity ! 
ipt the trembling praise we pay 
o thy eternal Majesty, 






76 8Ad!KED nuK. 



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Hear us, who one and all arise. 
While silent midnight breathes aroun 

To seek from Thee, with tears and criet 
A healing balm for every wound. 

Almighty Lord ! whatever guilt 
Satan hath wrought in us this ni^t, 

May it before thy Presence melt, 
like mist before the morning light 

Grant us a body pure within; 

A wakeful heart, a ready will ; 
Grant us, by no deep cherish'd sin. 

The fervor of the soul to chill. 

Fill Thou our souls, Redeemer true ! 

With thy most pure celestial ray ; 
So may we walk in safety through 

All the temptations of the day. 

Father of mercies I hear oar cry ; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 

Reignest while endless ages ran. 



HTMNB FOR THB WEEK. 77 



LAUDS. 
JEternm cmli glcria. 

Eternal Glory of the heav'ns ! 

Blest Hope of all on earth I 
Grod, of eternal Godhead bom I 

Man, by a virgin birth ! 

Jesu ! be near us when we wake ; 

And, at the break of day, 
With thy blest touch awake the soul, 

Her meed of praise to pay. 

The star that heralds in the mom 

Is fading in the skies; 
The darkness melts ; — O Thou trae light ! 

Upon our souls arise. 

Steep all our senses in thy beam ; 

The world's false night expel ; 
Purge each defilement from the soul, 

And in ovr hasoms dwell. 



78 a^OBED TXAB.. 



Come, early Faith ! fix in our hearts 

Thy root immovably ; 
Come, smiling Hope ! and, last not least, 

Immortal Charity ! 

To God the Father glory be. 

And to his only Son ; 
The same, O Holy Ghost ! to thee, 

While ceaseless ages ran. 



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VESPERS. 
Hominis supeme eoniU9r, 

Maker of men ! who by Thyself, 
All things in wisdom ordering. 

Didst from the quick'ning earth bring forth 
Wild beasts, and every creeping thing: 

At whose command, instinct with life, 
Huge forms emerg'd from shapeless clay 

Ordain'd, through their appointed times, 
Man, thy firail servant, to obey : 



HTMNS FOB. THE WEEK. 79 



Expel from us wild pM8ioD8» Lord, 
YTith aU the reptile brood of sin; 

Nor suffer viee, fiuniliar grown, 
To make itself a home within. 

Hereafter grant thine endless joys ; 

Here thy continual grace supply; 
Loosen the gmlty chain of strife ; 

Draw close the bonds of unity. 

Father of miBreiee I hear our cry; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son! 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 

Reignest while endless ages run. 



SATURDAY. 

MATINS. 

Sttmmm Pmrems d0m mt i m , 

O Thou eternal Source of love ! 

Ruler of nature's scheme ! 
In Substance One, in Persons Three I 

Oomiacient and Supreme ! 



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SijORED TBAR. 



VESPERS. 



Jam 8oi ree^dit igneuM, 



Now doth the fiery sun decline :— 
Thou, Unity Eternal! shine; 
Thou, Trinity, thy blessing pour, 
And make our hearts with love run o'er 

Thee in the hymns of mom we praiae; 
To Thee our voice at eve we raise ; 
Oh, grant us, with thy Saints on high. 
Thee through all time to glorify. 

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



JHe JBfffmn* at Matins, Ldtnds, osmI fetftra, imritig 
and Easter, will he found among these belonging t» tka I 
•/ the Season, 



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HTMN0 FOR THB WEEK. 83 



HTMN AT COMPLINE. 

m SUNDAYS AND WEEK-DAYS THKOUGHOUT THB 

YEAA. 

Tt lueU amU termimum. 

Now with the fast-departing lights 
Maker of all ! we ask of Thee, 

Of thy great mercy, through the night 
Oar guardian and defence to he. 

Far off let idle vinons fly ; 

No phantom of the night molest : 
Curb thoH our raging enemy, 

That we in chaste repose may rest 

Father of mercies 1 hear our cry ; 

Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! 
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, 

Reignest while endless ages run. 



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84 



9M0BXD ISAB. 



ANTIPHONS 



OF THE KLESSED VIR0IN. 



FROM THE HEST SITNDIT IN ADTRNT TO TB 
FEAST OF THE PUEEFICAIIOK. 

Mother of Christ ! hear thou thy people's q 
Star of the deep, and Portal of the sky ! 
Mother of Him who thee from nothing made 
Sinking we strive, and call to thee for aid : 
Oh, by that joy which Gabriel brought to tin 
Thou Virgin first and last, let u& thy meiey 



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HTMNB V9R TBM WEBK. 85 



EtOK THE FUSmCAnON OF THE BLESSED YIRGm 
TO PALM-SUOTAT. 

Ave J^fMM € ■ ? > ! ■■■■ 

Hail, O Queen of Heay*!! enthnm'd! 
Hail, by angels Miet^ress own'd! 
Root of Jesse ! Gate of mom ! 
Whence the world's tnie light was horn : 
Glorious Virgin, joy to thee, 
Loveliest whom in Heaven they see : 
Fairest thon where all are fair! 
Plead with Christ our sins to spare. 



FROM EASXER-SUNDAT TO WmT-SUNDAT. 

emli Im tm re , 



OY to thee, O Queen of Heaven ! Alleluia. 

He whom thou wast meet to bear ; Alleluia. 
U He promis'd, hath arisen; Alleluia. 

Pour for us to Him thy pmyer; Alleluia. 



86 8ACEED TEAR. 



PEOM TRDmr SUHDAT TO THE LAST SUHDA 
AFTER PENTECOST. 

Salve Rq^iiuif MaUr mutHottHim, 

Mother of mercy, hail, O gentle Queen I 
Our life, our sweetneas, and our hope, all h 

Children of Eve, 
To thee we cry from our sad banighment; 

To thee we send our sighs, 
Weeping and mourning in this tearftd vale. 

Come, then, our Advocate ; 
Oh, turn on us those pitying eyes of thine 
And our long exile past, 
Show us at last 
Jesus, of thy pure womb the fruit divine. 

O Virgin Mary, mother blest I 

O sweetest, gentlest, holiest ! 



iBtni ^m. 



MNS FROM THE BREVIARY. 



n. 

S(& BELONGING TO THE PROPER OP 
THE SEASON. 



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D TEAK. 



THE BREVIARY. 



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**J^ 



IL 



TO THE PROPER OF 

JEASON. 



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K-D1T8 DUMNG ADVENT. 



PERS. 



tne tiderum. 



n ! Eternal light 
hy name believe ! 
)f mankind ! 
poor suppliants give. 



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90 BACKED TSAK. 



When man was sunk in can and death. 
Lost in the depth of Satan's snare. 

Love brought Thee down to onre our 11] 
By taking of those ills a share. 

Thou, for the sake of guilty men, 
Causing thine own pure blood to flo¥ 

Didst issue from thy Yvgin shrine, 
And to the Cross a Victim go. 

So great the glory of thy might, 
If we but chance thy name to sound. 

At once all Heaven and Hell unite 
In bending low with awe profound. 

Great Judge of all ! in that last day, 
When friends shall fail, and foea coml 

Be present then with us, we pray, 
To guard us with thy arm divine. 

To God the Father, and the Son, 
All praise and power and gloiy be; 

With Thee, O holy Comforter I 
Henceforth through all eternity. 



fBOM THE numSK. or THE SEABON. 91 



iriTUlM TBB OOTATS OF THE WKA8S Ot THE 
OONOOEPnON.] 

O Jesn ! bom of Virgin bright, 
Immortal glory be to Thee ; 

Praise to the Father infinite, 
And Holy Ghost etemally. 



MATINS. 
Verbum supemvm frodient, 

) Thou, who thine own Father's breast 

Forsaking, Word sublime ! 
ddst come to aid a world distressed 

In thy appointed time : 

hir hearts enlighten with thy ray, 

And kindle with thy love ; 
Thai, dead to earthly things, we may 

live but to thinjfs shove. 



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92 njLOBXD laim. 



So wheak befbie liie Judgment Mat 
The dhmer hein Ub dooan, ' ' 

And when a TOlee dhhiely sweet 
Shall eaD the lighteona home ; 

Safe from fhe bUusk and fiery flood, 
That sweeps llie dread aibjM» 

May we behold the fiuse of €k>d 
Ii»eyerlastiiig bliss. 

Now to the Father, with the Son, 

And Spirit evermore, 
Be glory while the ages ran; 

As in all time before. 



LAuna 

JE« ctoftt vox I 'tia rgMit , 



Hark! an awAil voice la sounding; 

<* Christ is mgfa r it stems to say; 
^ Cast away the dreams of darkneM, 

O ye children of tlw day r* 



BOM THE F&OFEB. OF THE SEASON. 93 



'^^'^ed at the solemn waining, 
^t the earth-bound soul arise ; 
Christ her Son, all sloth dispelling, 
"^68 upon the morning skies. 

Lo- the Lamb so long expected, 
Comes with pardon down from Heaven ; 

Let ns haste, with tears of sorrow, 
One and all to be forgiven. 

^o, when next He comes with glory. 
Wrapping all the earth in fear, 

fay He then as our Defender 
On the clouds of Heaven appear. 

'oner, glory, vurtue, merit. 

To the Father and the Son, 
tmh the everlasting Spirit, 

While eternal ages run. 



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Jxsu, RedaiBMr of the wofldl 
Who, en the «M4ieit dawn af lighi, 

Wast firom eternal agee bora, 
Immense in gloiy aa in fldgirt ; 

Inmiortal Hope of all mankind I 
In whom the Fathei^s faoe we see; 

Hear Thou the prayers thy people pooiP 
This day thronghont the worid to Umi 

Remember, O Creator Lord t 
That in the Virgin's aaorad womb 

Thou wast conoeiYed, and of lier fleah 
Didst our mortality asaume. 

Thia ever-blest recnrring day 
Its witness bears, that all alone, 

From thy own Father's bosom forth, 
To save the world Thou 



FROM THE mOFKK OF THE SEASON. 96 



O Diiiy ! to wUoh the sesB and sky. 

And earth and Heav^ glad weloome sing; 
O Day! which heal'd our miaery, 

And brought on earth aalvation'a King. 

We too, O Lord, who haye been eleanaed 
In thy own fount of blood divine, 

Offer the tribnte of swi|||^ song, 
On this blest natal day of thine. 

O Jesu I bom of Virgin bright, 

Immortal glory be to Thee ; 
Praiae to the Father infinite, 

And Holy Ghost eternally. 



LAUDS. 



Froic the far-bhi2ing gate of mom 

To earth's remotest shore, 
Let every tongue confess to Ifim 

Whom holy Mary bore. \ 



94 8AOKS0 YXAE. 



0HBI8BCA8-DAT. 

VE8PBBB AND MAT 



Jesu, Redeemer of the world I 
Who, ere the earliest dawn of 

Wast from eternal ages bom, 
Lnmense in glory as in might ; 

Immortal Hope of all mankind I 
In whom the Father's face we 

Hear Thou the prayers thy peopl 
This day throughout the worid 

Remember, O Creator Lord I 
That in the Virgin's sacred woi 

Thou wast conceived, and of her 
Didst our mortality assume. 

This ever-blest recurring day 
Its witness bears, that all alone 

From thy own Father's bosom fo 
To save the world Thou camet 



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W TBS mOFBR OF THB SEASON. 96 



' ! to wbkh the seas and aky, 

L earth and Heaven, glad welcome aing; 

'! wliioh heal'd our misery, 

I brought on earth salvation's King. 

>o, O Lord, who have heen cleansed 
:hy own fount of blood divine, 
the tribnte of 8Wi||t song, 
this blest natal day of thine. 

sul bom of Virg^ bright, 
imorlal aflory be to Thee ; 
ae to the Father infinite, 
i^d Holy Ghost eternally. 



LAUDS. 
A atiU ortus eardine. 



* »Oii the far-bla2ing gate of mom 

^^ earth's remotest shore, 
^ every tongue confess to Him 

''^^om holy Mary bore. 

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96 8A0BSD YEAR,, 



Lo! the great Maker of 1ii6 wodldl^ : 

Loid of eternal yean, 
To save Ua ereatnrea, TciFd beneatii 

A eiestnie'a form appeara. 

A ^Mtleaa maiden's virgia lireaat . 

With heavenly grace He filla ; 
In her pure womb he is oonoeiTed, 

And there in secret dwella. 

That bosom, Chastity's sweet home, 
Becomes, oh, blest reward ! 

The shrine of Heav'n's iomiortal Sang, 
The temple of the Lord 

And Maiy bears the babe, foretold 

By an Archangel's voice ; 
Whose presence made the Bi^ytiat leap 

And in the womb rejoice. 

A manger scantily strewn with hay 
Becomea th' Etemal'a bed ; 

And He, who fMs each smalleal Htd^ 
Himself with milk la ftd. . 



FROM THE PROPER OF THE SEASON. 97 



Stniiglitway with joy the Heav'nB are fiird, 

The hosts angelic sing ; 
And shepherds hasten to adore 

Their Shepherd and their King. 

Praise to the Father I praise to Thee, 

Thou Virgin's holy Son ! 
Praise to the Spirit Paraclete, 

While endless ages mn. 



THE HOLT INNOCENTS. 

MATINS. 
Jl^tdit tjfrannus anxius. 

When it reach'd the tyrant's ear, 

Brooding anxious all alone. 
That the King of kings was near, 

Who should sit on David's throne ; 

• 
Stung with madness, straight he cries, 

" Treason threatens— draw the sword ! 
Rebels all around us rise 1 

Drown the cradles deep in hloOd !" 

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lOO SACKED YEAS,. 



But Cana saw her glorious Lord 

Begin his miracles divine ; 
When water, reddening at his word. 

Flowed forth obedient in wine. 

To Thee, P Jesu, who Thyself 

Hast to the Gentile world display'd, 

Praise, with the Father evermore, 
And with the Holy Ghost, be paid. 



LAUDS. 
O tola magnarutn urbium. 

Bethlehem ! of noblest cities 

None can once with thee compare ; 

Thou alone the Lord from Heaven 
Didst for us Incarnate bear. 

Fairer than the sun at morning 
Was the star that told his birth; 

To the lands their God announcing, 
Hid beneath a form of earth. 



FBOM THE FBOPBB OF THE SEASON. 101 



By its lambent beauty guided, 
See, the Eastern kings appear ; 

See them bend, liieir gifts to offer^ 
Gifts of incense, gold, and myrrii. 

Offerings of mystic meaning!^ 
Incense doth the God disclose ; 

Gold a royal child proclaimeth ; 
Myrrh atuture tomb foreshows. 

Holy Jesu ! in thy brightness 
To the Crentile world displayed ! 

With the Father, and the Spirit, 
Endless praise to Thee be paid* 




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FBOM THE FSOFEK OF THE SEASON. 103 



Bnt what to those who find? ah ! this 
Nor tongue nor pen can show : 

The love of Jesus, what it is, 
None but his loved ones know. 

Jesu ! our only joy be Thou, 
As Thou our prize wilt be; 

Jesu ! be Thou our glory now, 
And through eternity. 



MATII6S. 
CTbe same continued.) 
Jt9% Rex admirabilis, 

O Jesu ! King most wonderful ! 

Thou Conqueror renown'd 1 
Thou Sweetness most ineffable ! 

In whom all joys are found ! 

When ome Thou visitest the heart, 
Then truth begins to shine ; 

Then earthly vanities depart; 
Then kindles love divine. 



104 SACRED TEAR. 



O Jesu ! Light of all below ! 

Thou Fount of life and lire I 
SurpassiDg all the joys we know. 

All that we can desire : 

May every heart confess thy name, 

And ever Thee adore ; 
And seeking Thee, itself inflame 

To seek Thee more and more. 

Thee may our tongues for ever bless ; 

Thee may \^ love alone ; 
And ever in our lives express 

The imaore of thine own. 



LAUDS. 

(The same continued.) 
Jt8u decus angelieum. 

O Jesu ! Thou the beauty art 
Of angel worlds above ; 

Thy name is music to the heart, 
Enchanting it with love. 



FEOM THE PROFEB. OF THE SEASON. 105 



Celestial sweetDess nnalloy'd ! 

Who eat Thee hunger still ; 
Who drink of Thee still feel a void, 

Which naught but Thou can fill 

O my sweet Jesu ! hear the sighs 

Which unto Thee I send ; 
To Thee mine inmost s^nrit cries, 

My being's hope and end! 

Stay with us, Lord, and with thy light 

Illume the soul's abyss ; 
Scatter the darkness of our night. 

And fill the world with bliss. 

O Jesu ! spotless Virgin flower ! 

Our life and joy! to Thee 
Be praise, beatitude, and power, 

Through all eternity. 



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SADKED TKUt. 



isnuj KKSS, SEFTnAfflBDU BBSOO, 



VBBPBkfl AHD UATIKM. 

See ftom od high, im.fi in tnth ud gfM 
The Father's Woid dsMondl 

Burning to heal the woancb of Adu^ im 
And onr long ovils end ! 

Inlying the miMriea irtiich with Ow FUl 

In Paradise bogan, 
Prostnle apon the earth, the Loid of dl 

Bntreata for rnlo'd man. 

Ob, bitter then ma onr Redeemei'a lo^ 
WUle irtkelm'd in giieli unknown: 

■■ Father," He oriee,''remoTfltbleei9; jnt 
Hj will, but lUtw be done." 



FROM THE FROFEB. OF TSE SEASON. 107 



iHifle, a dread anguish presaiiig down his hearty 

He faints upon the ground ; 
nd from eaeh bursting pore the blood-drops 
start, 

Moistening the earth around. 

tut quickly, from high Heaven, an angel camoy 

To soothe the Saviour^s woes ; 
Old, strength returning to his languid frame. 

Up frt>m the earth He rose. 

'raise to the Father; praise, O Son ! to Thee, 

To whom a name is given 
ibove all names ; praise to the Spirit be. 

From all in earth and Heaven. 



LAUDS. 
Wenit e Ctrio Mediator alto. 



Iauohter of Sion ! cease thy bitter tears. 

And calm thy breast ; 
'oretold through ages past, lo ! now appears 

Thy Mediator blest. 



108 SACKED TSAR. 



That garden, where of old our goilt 
Wrought death and pain ; 

But this, where Jesus prays by nigfal 
Brings life and joy again. 

Hither, of his own will, the Lord, foi 

Comes to atone; 
And stays the thunderbolts about to 

From the dread Father's throi 

So shall He break the adamantine eh 

Of Hell's abyss; 
And opening Heaven long closed, ca 

To his eternal bUss. 

Praise to the Son, to whom a name f 

All names is given ; 
Praise to the Father and the Spirit o 

From all in earth and Heaven 



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THE FROPER OF TH£ SEAaON. 109 



[DAT AFTER SEXAGESDCA SUNBAT. 
mx PikflfflOM 

0r ODE LORD JESD8 CHRIST. 

VESPERS. 
JUmreiUet mmU spargiU laehrymu* 

\t US sit and weep, 

I our hearts with woe ; 

ing the shame, and torments deep, 

od from wicked men did undergo. 



•w the multitude, 

words and staves, draw nigh ; 

•w they they smite, with buffets rude, 

i divine of awful majesty: 

K>nnd with cruel cord, 

to the scourge is given; 

iffians lift their hands, unawed, 

he Hing of kings and Lord of . Heaven. 



112 



tiffass 



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Praise, h««or.glo^^O^. 



g|l4Dl»of 



, I «4*h what ftwfttl cry 



FROM THE PROPER OF THE SEASON. 113 



£arih hears, and to its base 

Rocks wildly to and fro ; 
Tombs burst ; seas, rivers, mountains quake ; 

The veil is rent in two. 

The son withdraws his light ; 

The midday heavens grow pale ; 
The moon, the stars, the universe, 

Their Maker's death bewail. 

Shall man alone be mute? 

Come, youth! and hoary hairs! 
Come, rich and poor ! comeT all mankind ! 

And bathe those feet in tears. 

Come ! fall before His Cro^s, 

Who shed for us his blood ; 
Who died the victim of pure love, 

To make us sons of God. 

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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114 t^OBBD nULi 



EBIDIY Aim ODINaUAeBSili 8IIlii 



' TBI MOST HOLT OBOWV OT 

or ooR LOKD iwBOB 4iiimir, 

VBBPSR8 AND MATIIIJi* 

EoBiU SianJUim. 

Daughters of ffionl royal nudcbl 
Come forth to see the erowii»- 

Which Sion's self^ with crael hmdi 
Hath woven for her Son. 

See ! how amid his gory looks 
The jagged thorns appear; 

See ! how his pallid eoantenanoe 
Foretells that death is near. 

Oh, savage was the earth thai bote 
Those thorns so sharp and longl 

Savage the hand that gathei^d 
To work this deadly wro^ft 



^^ THE PBOFB& OF THE SEASON. 115 



^ow that Christ's immortal Blood 
^ ting'd them with its dye, 
t^haxi roses they appear, 
**lm8 of victory. 

'^ e tiioms which pierced thy brow 
■^^ from the seed of sin ; 
^tzmrs, we pray thee, from our hearts, 
^lant thine own therein. 



^«nor, to the Father be, 
^ to Ms only Son ; 
^^^ the blessed Paraclete, 
^ endless ages run. 



LAUDS. 
Legis figwria pingitur. 



•^"^'s peerless Crown is pictured in 
■ttft figures of the Law : 
^ Ram entangled in the thorns 
Bosh which Moaea aaw; 



116 SACRED TEAR. 



The Rainbow ^rding round the ark ; 

The Table's crown of gold ; 
The Incense which in waving wreathf 

Around the Altar roll'd. 

Hail, glorious Crown ! which didst th 

Of dying Jesus feel ; 
Thou dost the brightest gems ontshin 

And all the stars excel. 

Praise, honor, to the Father be. 

Praise to his only Son ; 
Praise to the blessed Paraclete 

While endless ages run. 



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ON SUNDAYS AND WEEK-DAYS IN LEN 
PASSION SUNDAY. 

VESPERB. 
Jludi henigne Conditor, 

Thou loving Maker of mankind, 
Before thy throne we pray and w 

Oh, strengthen us with grace divine 
Duly this sacred Lent to keep. 



OM THE FII07B& OF THE SEASON. 117 



u-cher of hearts ! l^hou dost our ills 
^^ificera, and all our weakness know : 
^n to Thee with tears we turn ; 
^S^ to us thy mercy show. 

^^ have we sinn'd ; but we confess 
^^^T guDt, and all our faults deplore : 
3r the praise of thy great Name, 
&mting souls to health restore I 



*' ^rant us, while by fasts we strive 
^*^8 mortal body to control, 
**Mt from all the food of sin, 
^Hd 80 to purify the soul. 

^1- us, O Trinity thrice blest! 
*^oIe Unity ! to Thee we cry : 
f^Tichsafe us from these fasts below 
To reap immortal fruit on high. 



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116 iAORBD TBUU 



MATIVB. 



Now with the Blow-revolving year. 

Again the Fist we greet ; 
Whieh in its mystic circle moYas 

Of forty days complete. 

That Fast;,by Law and Prophets traglv 

By JesuB Christ restored ; 
Jeans, of seasons and of times 

The Maker and the Lord. 

Henceforth more sparing let os Ve 
Of food, of words, of sleep ; 

Henceforth beneath a stricter gaszd 
The roving senses keep. 

And let ns shun whatever things 

Distract the careless heart ; 
And let ns shut the soul against 

The tyrant Tempter's art ; 



* *1^BB FBOFER OF THE SEASON. 119 



ad ^e^p ijefore the Judge, and strive 

*^* Vengeance to appease ; 

*y^g to Him with contrite voice, 
IT 
^POQ our bended knees : 

^ch have we sinn'd, O Lord ! and still 

^ am each day we live ; 
' l^our thy pity from on high, 
^^ of thy grace forgive. 

•^^ember that we still are thine, 
'^^ugh of a fallen frame ; 

^l^e not from us in thy wrath 
*^e glory of thy name. 

^<io past evil ; grant us, Lord, 
*-^Te grace to do aright ; 
***ay we now and ever find 
Acceptance in thy sight" 

W Trinity in Unity ! 
Vouchsafe us, in thy love, 
gather from these fasts below 
Lnmortal fruit above. 



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life-giving wound, 
I had birth. 

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122 SACRED TSAB. 



And equal thanks to you, blest Nails, 
Fast to the sacred Rood^ 

Was clench'd the sentence dooming i 
All blotted out in bloody 

To Him who still preserves in highes 
The wounds which here He bon 

Be glory, with th' eternal Father, giv< 
And Spirit evermore. 



MATINS. 
Salvete Clavi et LMncea, 

Hail, Spear and Nails ! erewhile desj 
As things of little worth ; 

Now crimson with the blood of Chris 
And fam'd through Heaven and i 

Chosen by Jewish perfidy 
As instruments of sin, 
• Grod tum'd you into ministers 
Of love and grace divine : 



OP THE SBASOlf. 123 






h MTenl wound ye made 
nortal frame, 
ant, celestiAl gifts 
ienialcame. 

aeiced with Naila and Spear, 

knee adore ; 

3 Father, and with Thee, 

^ermore. 



LAUDS, 
be same continued.) 
m ergo Christi sanguine, 

blessed points, all bathed 

od, on me ; 

sins that wrought his death, 

penalty. 

my feet, my hands, my heart; 
i drop distill 
i, into my soul, 
n\s heaL 






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124 SACKED TEAR. 



So shall my feet be slow to sioy 
Harmless my hands shall be ; 

So from my wounded heart shall eao 
Forbidden passion flee. 

Thee, Jeso, pierced with Nails and S 

Let every knee adore ; 
l/\ath Thee, O Father, and with The< 

O Spirit, evermore. 



PEIDAT AFTER THE SECOND SUNDAY IN I 

THE MOST HOLT WINDING BHXST OF 
OUR LORD JESUS 0HEI8T. 

VESPERS. 
CHorioM sacrm eeMremua omnea. 

The glories of that sacred Winding Sheel 

Let every tongue record ; 
Which from the Cross received, with hono 

The body of the Lord. 



mOM THB PBOPEB. OF THE SEASON. 125 



dear Memoriil ! on which we a^ 

In bloody stains impress'd, 
le form, sablime in awfbl majesty, 

Of our Redeemer blest 

3W^ doth the grievons sight of thee recall 

Those dying throes to mind, 
Tiich Christ, compassionating Adam's fiill. 

Endured for lost mankind ! 

Is wounded side, his hands and feet pierced 
Mirror'd in thee appear; [through, 

is lacerated limbs, his gory brow, 
And thorn-entangled hair. 

h I who beholding these sad images, 

Can the big tears control ? 
an check the throbs of swelling grief that rise 

Up from his inmost soul 1 

)8U ! my sin it was that laid Thee low. 

And through thy death I live ; 
hat life, which ^o thy sufferings I owe. 

Henceforth to Thee I give. . 



ISE 



OHory io fBm, who, to redMOi uii V 
Sofih bitter dying pdn; 

Who with th' etenuil lUm wwm 
And H0I7 Spirit, raignt. 



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MATIVB. 
JII|f«feHii«i wirsMii. 

This day the wond*roaa myetety 

Is set before our eyes, 
Of Jesus stretoh'd upon tiie CroM 

In dying agonies. 

Oh, deed of love I thePrineebeoo 

A Victim for hii slave; 
The shmer an aequittai flndfli 

The innooent a grave. 

Whereof in many a gory Bteiii» 
The traoes still are found 

O yonder Windhig Sbeet»w]iUi v 
The sacred body round. 



nOK THE .FEOFB& OF THE SEikJSON. 1217 



Hail, trophies of our valiant Chief! 

Hail, proo& of triamph won 
Over the World, and Hell, and Death, 

By Grod's eternal Son! 

Be these the colors nnder which 
From this time forth we fight, 

Against the depths of Satan's goiie, 
And all the powers of night 

So, dead to our old life, may we 

A better life begin ; 
And through the Cross of Christ at length 

His Heavenly crown attain. 

Father of mercies ! hear our cry; 

Hear us, coequal Son ! 
Who reignest with the Holy Ghost 

While ceaseless ages run. 



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LAUDB. 

Jesu dnleis amer meus. 

Jest I as though Thyself wert here, 
I draw in trembling sorrow near ; 
And hanging o'er thy form divine, 
Kneel down to kiss these wounds of thii 

Ah me, how naked art Thou laid ! 
Bloodstained, distended, cold, and dead ! 
Joy of my soul — my Saviour sweet, 
Upon this sacred Winding Sheet ! 

Hail, awful brow ! hail, thorny wreath ! 
Hail, countenance now pale in death ! 
Whose glance but late so brightly blaze< 
That Angels trembled as they gazed. 

And hail to thee, my Saviour's side ; 
And hail to thee, thou wound so wide ; 
Thou wound more ruddy than the rose, 
True antidote of all our woes ! 



S FBOFEB OF THE SEASON. 129 



those aacred hands and feet 
) 80 mangled ! I entreat, 
ni, torn me not away, 
. me here for ever stay. 






PER THE THIRD SUNDAY IN LENT. 

«T HOLT FIVK WOUNDS OF OUK 
LORD JESUS OHB^rr. 

«»«, Laudsy and Vespers, as on 
Passion-SuTidajf. 









ER THE FOFRTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 

lOST PBECIOUS BLOOD OF OUR 
LORD JESUS CHRIST. 

VESPERS. 
tivis resonent eompita voeibus, 

)t the long procession stream, 
ugh the streets in order wend ; 
ght waving line of torches gleam, 
>lemn chant ascend. 
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130 SACRED TEAIL. 



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While we, with tears and righs prafoniid, 
That memorable Blood record. 
Which, stretch'd on his hard Cross, from mai 
The dying Jesus pour'd. [wo 

By the first Adam's fatal sin 
Came death upon the human race ; 
In this new Adam doth new life begin, 
And everlasting grace. 

For scarce the Father heard from Heaven 
The cry of his expiring Son, 
When in that cry our sins were all forgiven. 
And boundless pardon won. 

Henceforth, whoso in that dear Blood 
Washeth, shall lose his every stain ; 
And in immortal roseate beauty robed, 
An angePs likeness gain. 

Only, run thou with courage on 
Straight to the goal set in the skies ; 
He, who assists thy course, will give thee M 
The everlasting prize. 



VBOM THE FBOFER OF THE SEASON. 131 



Father sopreme ! voachsafe that we, 
For whom thine only Son wis sUin 
And whom thy Holy Grhost doth sanctify, 
May heavenly joys attain. 



MATINS. 
Injutta C o m d it o rit , 

He who once, in righteous vengeance, 
Whelm'd the world beneath the flood, 

Once again in mercy cleansed it 
With the stream of his own Blood, 

Coming from his throne on high 

On the painful Cross to die. 

Blest with this all-saving shower. 
Earth her beauty straight resumed ; 

In the place of thorns and briers, 
Myrtles sprang, and roses bloom'd : 

Flowers surprised the desert waste. 

Wormwood lost its bitter taste. 



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132 SACRED TEAR. 



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Scorpions ceased; the slimy aorpent 
Laid his deadly poison by ; 

Savage beasts of crael instinet 
Lost their wild ferocity ; 

Welcoming the gentle reign 

Of the Lamb for sinners slaiB. 

Oh, the wisdom of th' Eternal ! 

Oh, its depth, and height divine ! 
Oh, the sweetness of that mercy 

Which in Jesus Christ doth shine ! 
The guilty slave was doom'd to die— 
The good King pays the penalty. 

When before the Judge we tremble, 
Conscious of his broken laws, 

May this Blood, in that dread hour, 
Cry aloud, and plead our cause : 

Bid our guilty terrors cease, 

Be our pardon and our peace. 

Prince and Author of salvation t 
Lord of majesty supreme 1 



noM was vmu i njL or the sbason. 133 



Jesvl pnke to Ttiee be given 

By the world Thou didst redeem; 
Who,-with the Rdher, and the fi^t, 
Beigneiit m eternal nerk. 



LAUDS. 
BiivtU CkritH mhunu 

Hail wobikIbI whieh through etemaS years 

The love of Jeans show ; 
Hail wonnds! from whence encrimson'd rMls 

Of blood for ever flow. 

More precious than the gems of Ind, 

Than all the stars more fidr ; 
Nor honeycomb, uor fragrant rose, 

Can once with you compare. 

Through you is open'd to our souls 

A refuge safe and calm, 
Whither no raging enemy 

Cam reach to work us harm. 



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134 84CKED TEAB. 



What eountleto stripes did Christ reeehre 

Naked m Pikte's haU ! 
From his torn flesh what streams of Mood 

Did all around Him Ml 

How doth th' ensanguined thorny crown 
That beauteous brow transpierce ! 

How do the nails those hands and feet 
Contract with tortures fierce ! 

He bows his head, and forth at last 

His loving spirit soars ; 
Yet even after death his heart 

For us its tribute pours. 

Beneath the wine-press of God's wrath 

His Blood for us He drains; 
Till for Himself, O wondrous love ! 

No single drop remains. 

Oh, come all ye in whom are fix'd 

The deadly stains of sin ! 
Come ! wash in this all-saving Blood, 

And ye shall be made clean. 



FKOK THE PROPER OP THE SEASON. 135 



Praise Him, who with the Father ats 

Enthroned upon the skies; 
Whose Blood redeems our sonls from goilt, 

Whose Spirit sanctifies. 



PASSION-SUNDAY. 

VESPERS. 
VexUltL Regit prodtmnU, 

Forth comes the Standard of the King: 
All hail, then Mystery adored ! 

Hail, Cross ! on which the Life Himself 
Died, and by death our life restored. 

On which our Saviour^s holy side, 

Rent open with a cruel spear. 
Of blood and water pour'd a stream, 

■ 

To wash us from defilement clear. 

Oh sacred Wood ! in thee fulfilled 
Was holy David's truthful lay ; 

Which told the world, that from a Tree 
The Lord should all the nations sway. 



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136: SAeBBD yea&. 



Most royally en^rpled o'er, 

How beauteously thy stem dotb ahme I 
How glorious was its lot to touch 

Those limbs so holy and diinBe I 

Thrice blest, upon whose anns outstretch 
The Saviour of the worid reclined; 

Balance sublime ! upon whose beam 
Was weighed the ransom of mankind. 

Hail, Cross I thou only hope of man, 
Hail on this holy Passion-day ! 

To saints increase the grace they hare; 
Frocn sinners pm'ge their guilt away. 

• 

Salvation's spring, blest Trinity, 
Be praise to Thee through earth and sk 

Thou through the Cross the victory 
Dost give; oh^ also give the pnze-t 



TBOM THE FBOFEB. OF THB SEASON. 137 



MATINS. 
Panige lingua gUriMu 

Snro, my tongae, the Safionr's glory ; 

Tell his triumph far and wide ; 
Tell aloud the famous story 

Of his Body crucified ; 
How upon the Cross a Victim, 

Vanquishing in death, He died. 

Eating of the Tree forbidden, 
Man had sunk in Satan's snare, 

When our pitying Creator 
Did this second Tree prepare ; 

Destined, many ages later, 
That first evil to repair. 

Such the order God appointed 
When for sin He would atone ; 

To the Serpent thus opposing 
Schemes yet deeper than his own ; 

Thence the remedy procuring, 

Whence the fata] wound had come. 



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So wfafln now at lengfli the IbUi 
Of the aiorad tinw drew nigh, 

Then the SoUi the woildfk Cre« 
Left his Futher^B tiuone on li 

From a Vit^i^b womb l yp oeiie 
Clothed in our movtalitj, 

All within a lowly mmger, 
Lo, a tender babe He Bee! 

See hie gentle Yirgin mother 
Lull to sleep his inlknt eries! 

WhOe the limbs of God Iheania 
Round with swathing bands i 

Blessing, honor everlastingt 
To the immortal Deitj ; 

To the Father, Son, and BpbSA^ 
Ek^ual praises ever be ; 

Glory throng the earth and Hi 
To Trini^ in Unity. 



FROM THE PROPER OF THE SEASON. 139 



LAUDS. 

(The Mune eontiiiiMd.) 

iMatrm mx fw jmmpertgiL 

Thus did Christ to perfect manhood 

In our mortal flesh attain : 
Then of his free choice He goeth 

To a death of bitter pain ; 
And as a lamb, upon the altar 

Of the Cross, for ns is slain. 

Lo, with gall his thirst he quenches ! 

See the thorns u{)on his brow ! 
Nails his tender flesh are rending ! 

See, his side is open'd now ! 
Whence, to cleanse the whole creation. 

Streams of blood and water flow. 

Lofty Tree, bend down thy branches, 
To embrace thy sacred load ; 

Oh, relax the native tension 
Of that all too rigid wood ; 

G^ently, gently bear the members 
Of thy dying Ein^ and Ciod, 



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140 SiLCaED TBiJL 



Tree, wbioh solely wast found woithy 
The world's great Yictim to iustein; 

Harbor from the raging tempest! 
Ark, that saved the world again ! 

Tree, with sacred Blood anointed 
Of the Lamb for sLnners slain. 

Blessing, honor everiasting, 

To the immortal Deity ; 
To the Father, Son, and Si^t, 

ESqnal praises ever be ; 
Glory through the earth and Heaven < 

To Trinity in Unity. 



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LOW-SlIin)AY, AND THBOUeH EA81SR 10 
AfiCBNSION-DAT. 

VESPERS. 
Ai rtgiat agni dtfu* 

Now at the Lamb's high royal fiBBsA 
In robes of saintly white we sing, 

Through the Red Sea in safety l»oii^ 
By Jesns our immortal King. 



IIOPE& OF THE SEASON. 141 



re I for ns He drinks 
of Mb agony ; 
in on the Cross 
lays Him down to die. 

enging Angel pass'd 

)lood-besprink]ed door; 

iSL a passage gave, 

I to whelm th' Egyptians o'er : 

Paschal Sacrifice, 
t us safe all perils through ; 
saven'd bread we need 
ncere and purpose true. 

ictim Heaven could find, 
I of Hell to overthrow ! 
5 chains of Death destroy ; 
he prize of Life bestow. 

irist! hail, risen King! 
one belongs the crown; 
heavenly gates unbarr'd, 
i the Prince of darkness down. 



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146 SACRED TEAK. 



What wondrous pity Thee overcame, 
To make our guilty load thine own, 

And sinless, suffer death and shame, 
For our transgressions to atone! 

Thou, bursting Hades open wide, 
Didst dl the captive souls unchain; 

And thence to thy dread Father's side 
With glorious pomp ascend again. 

Jesu ! may pity Thee compel 

To heal the wounds of which we die ; 
And take us in thy Light to dwell. 

Who for thy blissful Presence sigh. 

Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal ; 

Be Thou our pathway to the skies ; 
Our joy, when sorrow fills the soul ; 

In death our everlasting prize. 



FROM THE PKOFKE OF THE SEASON. 147 



MATINS. 
JEUnM JUxaUi$Hm*. 

O Tkou eternal King most high ! 

Who didst the world redeem ; 
And conquering Death and Hell, receive 

A dignity supreme. 

Thou, through the starry orbs, this day. 

Didst to thy throne ascend ; 
Thenceforth to reign in sovereign power, 

And glory without end. 

There, seated in thy majesty. 

To Thee submissive bow 
The Heaven of Heavens, the spacious earth. 

The depths of Hell below. 

With trembling there the angels see 

The changed estate of men ; 
lie flesh which sinn'd by Flesh redeem'd ; 
Man in the Godhead reign. 



148 iACBED TKUt. 



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There, wstjdng for thy fidthftil sonli, 

Be Thou to us, O Lord! 
Our peerlem joy wbSLe here we stay. 

In Heaven our great reward. 

Renew our atrength ; our liiia fingive ; 

Our miieriea eflhce; 
And lift our aoula aloft to TheOi 

By thy celeatial grace. 

So, when l%oa shineat on the eloudiy 

With thy angelic train, 
May we be saved from vengeance dne^ 

And our lost crowns regain. 

Glory to Jesns, who returns 

Triumphantly to Heaven; 
Praise to liie Father evermoret 

And Holy Ghoat be given. 



VBXMi TBM jau g au or the sbason. 149 



▼ SBPSKB. 

CoHB, O Gfwtor Spirit blest I 
And in onr flonls take vp ity rait; 
Coiiie,.witii tlij gfiMe and heavenly aid» 
To fill the hearts tddeh Thou haat made. 

Ghreat Ptoielete! to Hiee we cry: 
O highest gift of God most high ! 
O fount of life! O fire of love! 
And sweet Anointing from above! 

Thou in thy sevenfold gifts art known; 
Thee Finger of God's hand we own ; 
The promise of the Father Thou ! 
Who dost the tongue with power endow. 

Kindle our senses from above. 
And make our hearts o'erflow with love ; 
With patience firm, and virtue high, 
The weakness of our flesh supply. 



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150 SACKED TEA&. 



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Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
And grant ns thy true peace instead; 
So shall we not, with Thee for guide, 
Turn from the path of life aside. 

Oh, may thy grace on us bestow. 
The Father and the Son to know, 
And Thee through endless times confess'd 
Of Both th' eternal Spirit blest. 

All glory while the ages run 

Be to the Father, and the Son 

Who rose from death ; the same to Thee, 

O Holy Ghost, eternally. 



MATINS. 
Jam CkrisUu attra ascenderoL 

Above the starry spheres, 
To where He was before, 
Christ had gone up, soon from on falg}i 
The Father's gift to pour: 



nUlK TEE PBOrSBi OF TBE SEASON. 151 



And now had fdXij come, 
On mystie drde bone 
Of seven times seren revolTing days, 
The Pdntecoetal mom: 

When, as liie Apostles knelt 
At the third hour in prayer, 
A sudden mahing sound proclaim'd 
The God of ^oiy near. 

Forthwith a tongne of fire 
Alights on every brow ; — 
Each breast receives the Father's li^t 
The Word's enkindling glow. 

The Holy Ghost on all 
Is mightily outpour'd ; 
Who straight in divers tongues declare 
The wonders of the Lord. 

While strangers of all climes 
Flock round from Ceu: and near, 
And with amazement, each at once 
Their native accents hear. 



152 SACREB TEAR. 



But Jndah, fiuthless still, 
Denies the hand divine ; 
And madly jeen the Saints of Chxist, 
As drunk with new-made wine. 

Till Peter in the midst 
Stood np, and spake aloud ; 
And their perfidious Meaty 
By Joel's witness show'd. 

Praise to the Father be ! 
Praise to the Son who rose ! 
Praise, Holy Paraclete, to Thee, 
While age on ages flows ! 



LAUDS. 
Beata noHa gandia. 



Again the slowly circling year 
Brings round the blessed hour. 

When on the Saints the Comforter 
Came down in grace and power. 



raoK m nitna^.ar rax 8ba8om. 153 



fii ftflikm of •il«7 tongue 

The ndghty CMhead emie ; 
Their H^ with •tofoaaee He itnnii 

And iiird thiir he«rli with fluM. 

Stndgfatwmy with divers tongnee they speak, 

Instiiict with ipeee divine $ 
While wond'iing erowds the eanse mistake, 

And deem tinm dnmk with wine. 

These things were mystiesUy wron|^litr- 

The Paschal tbne complete, 
When Israel's Law raniasion hronglit 

Of every legal debt 

God of all grace I to Thee we pray. 

To Thee adoring bend ; 
Into our hearts this saored day 

Thy Spirit's follness send. 

Thon, who in ages past didst pour 

Thy graees from abover— 
Thy grace in ns where lorit reatorei 

And stabliah peaee sod love. 



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All glory to tiie Father be ; 

And to the Sod who rose ; 
Glory, O Holy Ghogt! to Thee, 

While age on ages flows. 



TRINITY-SUNDAT. 

VESPERS. 
Jam 8el reeedit igiuus. 

Now doth the fiery sun decline :-— 
Thou, Unity eternal ! shine ; 
Thou, Trinity, thy blessings pour, 
And make our hearts with love run o'er. 

Thee in the hymns of mom we praise ; 
To Thee our voice at eve we raise ; 
Oh, grant us, with thy Saints on hig^ 
Thee through all time to glorify. 

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



WBJOm TBI FMFBE QF THE SEASON. 165 



MATIITB. 



O Tbou eternal Souce of loTel 
Ruler of netme'e eeheme 1 

In Substance One, in Persons Three I 
Qmnisoient and Supreme! 

Be nigh to us when we arise; 

And, at the break of day, 
With wakening body wake the soul, 

Her meed of praise to pay. 

To God the Father glory be, 

And to his only Son ; 
The same, O Holy Grhost! to Thee, 

While ceaseless ages run. 



LAUDS. 
TV Trinitatu Unita§. 

O Thou ! who dost all nature sway. 

Dread Trinity in Unity ! 
Accept the trembling praise we pour 

To thy eternal Majesty. 



IM BAOmSD TMMM. 



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The iter that heralds in the mom 
Is ilowly Aiding in the akiee ; 

The datkneaa melta;-^ Thou tnie Hgfa 
Upon our daiken^d aoHla arise. 

To God the FiUiier glory be, 
And to hia aole-begotten Son ; 

The aame, O Holy Ghost! to Thee, 
While evertasling agea mn. 



FEAST OF 0QBFD8 GHBIBIL 
VK8PBRB. 

Ptmgt Hngruk gUriML 

Biii&» my tongde, the Savioor's glory, 
Of his Flesh the mystery edng ; 

Of the Blood, all price exceeding, 
Shed by onr immortal King, 

Destined, for the world*a redemption, 
From s noble womb to wpAag* 



noK 3BK wmanm of th£ sbabon. 157 



Of s pnwfliiA ipolileii Vftf^ 

Boni ftriH on 6iftli bdloWi 
He^ wlfibi ivlfli BMHi aonreniiig, 

8faqr*4, Hm Medi of troth fb oow; 
Then He dosed in solemn order 

Wondrosidy hb life of woe. 

On the fl<|fal of that Lset Supper, 

Seated wiA Usehooen band. 
He the PMbal Tietim eatina; 

First flnlfiUa the Law's oomiiiaiid; 
Then, as Food to all his brethren 

Gives Himself with his own hand. 

Word made Flesh, the bread of nature 
By his word to Flesh He turns ; 

Wine into his Blood He ohanges: — 
What though sense no change discerns? 

Only be the heart in earnest, 
Faith her lesson quickly learns. 

£Tantam ergo aaennniwtnM.] 

Down in adoration fUling, 
Lo ! the saored Host we hi^ ; 



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Lol o*er aneleiit fbnils dejptrliQgv 
New«r litee of gnee prannl ; 

Faithf for all delMi snpidyiiig, 
When IfafrlSwUe •enaes fklL 



To the EferUstliig FRthar, 

And the Son who reigns on high 
With the Holy Qhott proceeding 

Fortii from Eaeh etanally, 
Be salvation, honor, blessing, 

llDgfat,and endless majesty. 



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aurit 9 c l §w m ii»Jumtti tkUgmaittu 

Let ns with hearts renewed, 
Our grateftil homage pay; 
And welcome with triumphant son| 
This ever-Messed day. 

Upon this haUow'd night 
Christ with his brethren ate, 
Obedient to the olden law^ 
The PMnh belbre HbB Mfc 



raOM THE FKOFE& OF THE SEASON. 159 



Whieh done^ — Hunself entire, 
The true Incarnate Grod, 
Alike on each, alike on all, 
His sacred hands bestow'd. 

He gave his Flesh ; He gave 
EQs precious Blood ; and said, 
** ReoeiTe, and drink ye all of this. 
For your salvation shed." 

Thus did the Lord appoint 
This Sacrifice sublime, 
And made his Priests its ministers 
Through all the bounds of time. 

Farewell to types ! Henceforth 
We feed on Angels' food : 
The guilty ^ve--oh, wonder!— eats 
The Body of his God! 

O Blessed Three in One! 
Yiflit our hearts, we pray ; 
And lead us on through thine own paths 
To thy eternal Day. 






SACRED YEAR. 



HYMNS FROM THE BREVIARY. 



in. 

HYMNS BELONGING TO THE PROPER OF 

SAINTS. 



ST. PETER'S CHAIR AT ROME. 
January 18. 

VESPERS AND MATINS. 

Quodeunque in orbe nexibus revinxeris, 

Peter, whatever thou sholt bind on earth, 

The same is bound above the starry sky ; 
What here thy delegated power doth loose, 
Is loosed in Heaven's great citadel on high ; 
^o judgment shalt thou come, when the world's 
end is nigh. 



172 SACRED YEAR. 



Praise to the Father through all ages 
The same to Thee, O coetemal Sor 

And Holy Ghost, One glorious Trinity 

To whom all majesty and might bel 

So sing we now, and such be our etema 



LAUDS. 
Beate Pastor Petre dement aeeipe, 

Peter, blest Shepherd ! hear our piteou 
And with a word unloose our gmlty c 

Thou ! who hast power to ope the gates 
To mortal man, and power to shut tl 
again. 

Praise, blessing, majesty, through endles 
Be to the Trinity immortal given ; 

Who in pure Unity profoundly swajrs 
Eternally alike all things in earth and 




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OCfSTSBmS QV 8EL PAIH TBDR AFOBILK 



V10PBBB AND MATINS. 



Lead ju, great teaeher Ptol» in wisdom's ways, 
And lift our iiearts with tliine to.HeaTen'8 hi^ 
throne; 

TSl Faith beholds the clear meridian blase, 
And snnlike in the soul reigns Charity alone. 

Praise, blessing, majesty, through endless days, 

Be to the Trinity immortal given ; 
Who in pure Unity profoundly sways 

Eternally all things alike in earth and Heaven. 



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8T. HKSSSSik, YIBGIN AND MABTIB. 

VISPIRS. 

JHiffiMi eiittri flmittt hjmjhI* 

Lot to the skies, great Rome, Martioa's n 
Her praises celebrate with gtad aoeord; 
Marthia, high in merit, Virgin blest, 
And Auurtjrr of her Lord. 

Beauty and yonth, the joys of happy home 
Ancestral palaces, and noble birth ; 
All these were hers, — all these, for Jean's f 
She counted nothing worth. 

Her wealth she shared among the poor of CI 
Content with seeking better wealth above i 
Herself she gave to her immortal King, 
Too happy in his love. 

ESzpel fidse worldly joys; and fill ns, Loid, 
WiSi thy irradiating beam divine ; 
Who with thy suffering martyrs present ar 
Great Godhead one and trine. 



HTMNS FROM THE PROPER OF SAINTS. 175 



MATINS. 
(The Mune eonttnved.) 

JV*o» iUam erueiaiu ungula nonferm. 

The agonizing hooks, the rending scourge, 
Shook not the dauntless spirit in her breast ; 
With torments rack'd, she tastes from angel hands 
A sweet celestial feast. 

In vain they cast her to the ravening beasts ; 
Calm at her feet the lion crouches down : 
Smit by the sword, at length she passes on 
To her immortal crown. 

NoY^ with the Saints, Martina sits in bliss ; 
To her the Church below its tribute pours. 
And from her consecrated altars, prayer 
With odorous incense soars. 



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LAUDS. 
(IhD — flontjnimd.) 

Pbotbct thf natiYe land, O Spirit blest! 
And give to Christendom sweet days of pc 
Cmu6 tiie shrill trampet, and the shook of 
Andd her realms to cease. 

And gathering her kings beneath the Crosi 
Regahi Jerusalem from its prond foe; 
Avenge the goiltless blood ; and with thin 
The hostile strength o'erthrow. 

O Pillar and defence of thine own Rome ! 
Her boast, her crown, her glory, and her p: 
Ajoee|i( the fervent worship which to Theie 
With solemn rite she pays. 

Expel fidse worldly joys, and fill ns, Loid, 
With thy irradiating beam divine ; 
Who with thy suffering martyrs present ai 
Great Godhead one and trine. 



Hviam ntOM zbb kbosse of SAnrrs. 177 



flSP. GAimiL IBS AB0HAiaEL 

ItanAUL 

YB0PSBB AND MATINS. 

Ckn§U, Mmitnm dmtu amg ii ti — . 

O ChutI the beuitj of the angel worids! 
Of num the Maker and Rederaier bleat! 
Gnat 08 one daj to mount the path of light* 
And in thy ffiory rest. 

Angel of Peace ! then, Mlehael, from above, 
Come down, amid the homes of man to dwell ; 
And banish wars, with all their tears and blood, 
Back to their native Hell. 

Angel of Strength ! thou, Gabriel, cast out 
Thine ancient foes, usurpers of thy reign ; 
The temples of thy triumph round the globe 
Revisit once again. 

And Raphael, Physician of the soul« — 

Let him descend from his pure haUs of light, 

To heal the sick, and guide each donbtfol course 

Through all our life aright 
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176 SACBBB TEAK. 



Thou t(MS O Virgin, with the angel ehoi 
Mother of Light, and Queen of Peace ! d 
And bring with thee the radiant Court of! 
Thy children to befriend. 

This grace on as bestow, O Father blea 
And thou, O Son by an eternal birth : 
With Thee, from both proceeding, Holj 
Whose glory fills the earth. 



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8T. JOSEPH, SVOCSE OF THE BLEBSED YUmi 

March IS. 

VE8PER8. 

TV JMtpk edebrent agminm ea/ttmi. 

Joseph, pure Spouse of that immortal I 
Who aMnes in ever-virgin glory bright, 
Hiy praise let all the earth re-echoing a 
Back to the realms of light 



runs FBOX THB PROPER OF SAINTS. 179 



when flore doubts of thine affiaoeed wife 
U'd thy righteous spirit with dismay, 
igel visited, and, with blest words, 
Battered thy fears away. 

aims embraced thy Maker newly bom ; 
E£m to Egypt's desert didst thou flee ; 
1 Jerusalem didst seek and find ; 
h, day of joy to thee! 

itil after death their blissful crown 
. obtain ; but unto thee was given, 
le own lifetime to enjoy thy God, 
s do the blest in Heaven. 

us, great Trinity, for Joseph's sake, 
sights of immortality to gain ; 
with glad tongues, thy praise to celebrate 
I one eternal strain. 



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180 SACRED TEAR. 



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MATINS. 
Cmlitmm Joseph deeus atque nostrm, 

Joseph ! our certain hope of life I 
Glory of earth and Heaven ! 

Thou Pillar of the world! to thee 
Be praise eternal given. 

Thee, as Salvation's minister, 
The mighty Maker chose ; 

As Poster-father of the Word ; 
As Mary's spotless Spouse. 

With joy thou sawest Him new b< 
Of whom the Prophets sang; 

Ifim in a manger didst adore, 
From whom Creation sprang. 

The Lord of lords, and King of ki 

Ruler of sky and sea, 
Whom Heaven, and Earth, and H< 

Was subject unto thee. 



CmifS nOM THB PBOPBB OF SAINTS. 181 



Bled; TtMtyl vouchsafe to iu» 
Through Joseph's merits high, 

To momt the HesTenly seats, and reign 
With him eternally. 



LAUDS. 

ht» fiMW tett ealimus Jideiet, 

ssiff'd tbroughont the Church to earth's 

far ends 
ith prayer and solemn rite, 
»h this day triumphantly ascends 
o the realms of light. 

»1est beyond the lot of mortal men ; 

N* whose last dying sigh, 

t and the Virgin watch'd with looks serene, 

othing his agony. 

ed from his fleshy chain, gently he fleets 

in calm sleep away; 
diadem'd with light, enters the seats 

everlasting day. 



183 SACBEB TBilA. 



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There throned in power» let us his Ivfktg ai 

With fervent prayers implore; 
So ipay he gain us pardon in our naed. 

And peace for efermore. 

Glory and praise to Thee, blest IVimty ! 

Who hast to Joseph given 
A crown of gold, which he eternally 

Wears in the eourts of Heaven* 



FKIMY AFTER ?AS8I(H(-SeNMY. 

FBAST OF THE SEVEN DOLOURS OF THE BLESSED 

Viaom MAAT. 

VESPERS, 
9tab<U JUater doUrtta* 

At the Cross her station keepmg, 
Stood the mournful Mother wealing,. 
Close to Jesus to the last: 



HTHMB raOM TBB PROPER OF SAINTS. 183 



Throvgli her heart, his sorrow sharing, 
All Ids hitter angnish hearing, 
Now at length the sword had paasU 

Oh, how sad and sore distress'd 
Was that Mother highly hi est 

Of the sole-hegotten One ! 
Christ ahove in torment hangs ; 
She beneath beholds the pangs 

Of her dying glorious Son. 

Is there one who would not weep, 
Whelm'd in miseries so deep 

Christ's dear Mother to behold ? 
Can the human heart refrain 
From partaking in her pain, 

In that Mother's pain untold? 

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled. 
She beheld her tender Child 

All with bloody scourges rent; 
For the sins of his own nation. 
Saw Him hang in desolation. 

Till his Spirit forth He sent 



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184 SACRED YEAR. 



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O thou Mother ! fount of loye ! 
Touch my spirit from above. 

Make my heart with thine accord : 
Make me feel as thou hast felt ; 
Make my soul to glow and melt 

With the love of Christ my Lord. 



MATINS. 

(The same continued.) 

Saneta Mater istud Ofoa, 

Holy Mother ! pierce me through ; 
In my heart each wound renew 

Of my Saviour crucified : 
Let me share with thee His pain, 
Who for all my sins was slain, 

Who for me in torments died. 

Let me mingle tears with thee, 
Mourning Him who moarn'd for iiie» 
All the days that I may live : 



HTMNS 7B0M THE VBOVBEL OF SAINTS. 185 



By tiie Gross with thee to stay; 
There with thee to weep and pny; 
Is all I ask of thee to give. 



LAUDS. 

(Hie nine oontiiiiied.) 

Firgo virginum prmdara. 

Virgin of all virgins best ! 
Listen to my fond request : 

Let me share thy grief divine ; 
Let me, to my latest breath, 
In my body bear the death 

Of that dying Son of thine. 

Wounded with his every wound. 
Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd 

In his very blood away ; 
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh, 
Lest in flames I bum and die. 

In his awfiil Judgment day. 



186 SAO&EP XBA&. 



Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence. 
Be thy Mother my defence, 

Be thy Cross my victory ; 
While my body here decays, 
May my soul thy goodness praise. 

Safe in Paradise with Thee. 



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ST. HERMENEGHJ), ICABTYB. 

April 13. 

VESPERS AND LAUDS. 

Regali »olioforti» Iberim. 

Glory of Iberia's throne ! 

Joy of Martyr'd Saints above ! 
Who the crown of life have won. 

Dying for their Saviour's love: 

What intrepid faith was thine ! 

What unswerving constancy I 
Bent to do the will divine 

With exact fidelity I 



HTM2TB 7EOM THE PROPER OF SAINTS. 187 



Ftvery Mng motion oheck'd 

Whkdi migfat lead thy heart aatray ; 

How thou didst thy eonrae direet 
Whither tirtne ahow'd the way ! 

Honor, glory, nu^ty. 

To the Father and the Son, 

With the Holy Spirit be, 
While eternal ages ran. 



MATINS. 

(The fame continaed.) 

JMlia U genitor blandiUu trakii. 

From the Troth thy soul to turn, 

Pleads a father's voice in vain ; 
Nought to thee were jewell'd crown, 

Earthly pleasure, earthly gain. 

Angry threat and naked sword 
Daunted not thy courage high ;— 

Choosing glory with the Lord, 
Rather than a present joy. 

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168 aACBJBD TXAS. 



Now andd tibe Sonts in BgMi 
ftomad in bUM fbr evennoSi ; — 

Oh I from tiiy eternal h0i|^ 
Haer tiie eoleittn i^yer we poor. 

Honor, glory, mejesty, 
To the Father and the Soil» 

With the Holy Spirit be, 
While eternal ages ran. 



IHB AFPABraOir OF ST.lflGHAEL TBI ABOHAKi 

▼ ■BPBBB AHD IIATIVS. 

OJEanI liflNqvingof ihesonll 
The Ft^efB Power, and Gloiy Mgfatl 

Thee with the Angels we extol ; 
From l^ee they draw thair Uftr^md IJglit 



B ntOK THB 7BOFER OF SAINTS. 169 



amd thousand hosts are q>read, 
led o'er the azure sky; 
«1 bears thy standard dread, 
s the mighty Cross on high. 

Sign the rebel powers 
li their Dragon Prince expel ; 
I them from the Heaven's high towers, 
ke a thunderbolt to hell. 

vith Michael still, O Lord, 
the Prince of Pride to fight; 
crown be our reward, 
^he Lamb's pure throne of light 

e Father, and the Son, 
se from death, all glory be; 
e, O holy Comforter, 
»rth through all eternity. 

ON THB OOTAYX OF THE ASOENSION.J 

esus, ¥^0 returns 
» triumphant to the sky, 
e, O Father, and with Thee, 
Ghoft, eternally. 



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Bt TSNUniDS, XAB7I1L - 

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YB8PBR0. 

MtHjfrDei FMumtiiMw 

Uroohqvsb*]) Martyr of hk God ! 

IBs eomitiy'B lights her joy and prizi 
Venantias triumphs o'er his judge. 

And in vietorious torment dies. 

A boy in years, — ^when chains nor aeov 
Nor dungeon could his soul subdue 

To lions with long hunger fierce 
At last the tender youth they threw. 

But oh, what power hath innocence 
The fiercest nature to assuage ! 

The lions crouch to lick his fbet, 
Forget their hunger and their rage. 

Then downwards held in thiekest smol 
They make Urn drink the stiffing sti 

WMle underneath slow torches sear 
£Db naked Inreast and side wHfa iaoM 



mwtam WEomrtME vMoeoL or BAom. 191 



To Thaib O IWOmt, witii the Bod, 

Aai Holy fi^iMftk gtoiy be ; 
OI19 gnmfc wMf tfuongh diy MJnifi^e pnqrwt 

The joye of hnnorlidby. 



MATIITB. 
jStkUUCkrittinMlU. 

NoBU Ghampion of the Lord! 

Ann*d against idolatry ! 
In thy fervent zeal for God, 

Death had naught of fear for thee. 

Bound with thongs, thy yonthAil ibrm 
Down the ragged steep they tear; 

Jagged rock and rending thorn 
All thy tender flesh lay bate. 

Spent with toil, the savage orew 
Fainting sinks with deadly thirsty— 

Thou the Cross dost sign ; and lo I 
From the nek the waien burst 



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Saintly Winior Prince! who tinu 
Thy toxmentore couldst foit§^f^ 

Pour the dBW of grace onii% 
Bid our fiunt^ splritB live. 

Praise to Thee, dread Trinity, 
Father, Son, and Spirit blesti 

Throng^ thy Martyr^s prayer may we 
Joys of life eternal taste. 



LAUDS. 
IhmnaeUfuhmZAieifiMrm 

Thb golden star of mom 
Is climbiog in the sky ; 
The birth-day of Venantias 
Awakes the Church to joy. 

His native land in depths 
Of Pagan darkness lay ; 
He o'er her goilty regions poured 
The light of Heavenly di^. 



KTiaiB FBOK THE FBOFEft OF SAINTS. 193 



Her in baptismal streams 
Of grace he pnrified ; 
E'en those, who came to take his Wdf 
With him as martyrs died. 

With Angels now he shares 
Those joys which never cease^ 
Look down on us, O Spirit blest, 
And send ns gifts of peace. 

Praise to the Father, Son, 
And, Holy Ghost, to Thee ! 
Oh, grant us through thy Martyr's prayer 
A blest eternity. 



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in BLB9ESD TIBfflSr KABT, TBS HBUP 01 



VESPERS AND MATINS. 
80f0 dum Ckri9ti papniut. 



Ofttimes, when hemm'd around by hostOe ar. 
The Christian people lay all sore dismay'd. 
From Heaven hath come the Virgin gliding do' 
To lend her loving aid. 

So speak the monuments of olden time, 
And temples which all bright with spoils appe 
So speak the Festivals in her sweet praise, 
Returning year by year. 

Now for new mercies a new song we pour, 
To Mary lifting high our grateful voice ; 
Now let all Rome with shouts triumj^bant lin 
And the wide world rejoice. 



mn vmoM TVB numK or aAiNTS. 195 



jpf day ! on which Saint Peter's Throne 
sd the Faith's great Ruler baek again; 
ing from his banishment in peace, 
er CSuisteodom to reign. 

tths and virgins, priests and people all ! 
ut yonr grateful hearts on this glad day, 
I with all your strength, to Heayen's high 
^ well-eam'd praise to pay. [Queen, 

of Virgins! Jesu's Mother blest ! 
>t another mercy to the past; 
ant our Pastor all his flock to lead 
ie into Heaven at last 

90, blest Trinity, be endless praise, 
g, and majesty, and glory due ; 
)e may we our hearts and voices raise, 
erual ages through. 



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LAVDB. 

IfoTBBK of onr Lord and Smour I 
Finfc in beauty aa b power! 

Gloiy of fhe Chiiatian nationa ! 
Readf help in trouble'a homrl 

Though the gatea of Hell agahiafc na 
With profoundest fiify mge ; 

Thov^ the ancient foe aaaanlt uai 
And hia fierpeat battle wage; 

Naught can hnrt the pore in ipiiiti 
Who upon thine aid rely; 

At thy hand secure of gaining 
Strength and mercy from on hi(^ 

Safe beneath thy mighty ahelterf— 
Though a thousand hosts eombine» 

AH must Mi or flee before ua, 
Scattered by an arm divine. 



HYMirB niOM TBI PBOFE& OF SAINTS. 215 



MATIH8. 



Ws-^iiig the Mat of Mary's love, 
That Hearty to Ueaa which, Heaven above 
And earth below, alike rejoice ; 
Come, JetsoBf aid our feeble voice. 

What dearer gift does God impart, 
Than Mary's sweet and virgin Heart? 
What nobler object of oar love 
In earth below, or Heaven above ? 

Through that pure Heart, where then didst 

dwell, 
That Heart that loved thy own so well. 
May all, their meed of homage send 
To thee, for ages without end. 



LAUDS. 



Temfle of Him who made all things; 
Bright Pahice of the King of kings; 
Altar of Peace; Mysterious Plant; 
Ark of the Christian covenant 



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St JDUAHA IALOQKISSI» TIBfflir. 

▼ IBFlIBB AND MATtlTS. 



To be tiie LunVs eeleitial bride 

Is JnHaiia'e one deske ; 
For this she quits her other's houMb 

And lesds the ssered virgin ehefe 

By dsy, by night, she monms her Spouse 
Nail'd to the Cross, with oesseless teem 

TQl hi herself^ throogh very gdei, 
The image of that Spouse sppein. 

like BBm, all wonnds, she kneels truudb^i 
Before the Virgin Mothei's dnine; 

And stQ] the more she weeps, the more 
M onnts up the flame of love divine. 



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O that mouixifiil l^rgin Motherl 
See her tears how fiut they flow 

Down upon his mangled body, 
Wounded side, and thorny brow; 

While his hands and feet she kisses^ — 
Picture of immortal woe I 

Oft and oft his arms and bosom 
Fondly straining to her own ; 

Oft her pallid lips imprinting 
On each wound of her dear Son; 

Till at last, in swoons of anguish, 
Sense and consciousness are gone. 

Gentle Mother, we beseech thee. 
By thy tears and trouble sore; 

By the death of thy dear Offspring; 
By the bloody wounds He bore : 

Touch our hearts with that true sorrow 
Which afflicted thee of yore. 

To the Father everlasting. 

And the Son, who reigns on high. 



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Ob^ lot Bnblime I an Angel qnits the 
Thy birth, thy name, thy glory to d& 
Unto thy priestly sire ; while to the '. 
He oflfers Israel's prayer. 

Mistmstfol of the promise from on h 
Ifis speech forsakes him at the angel 
Bat thou on thine eighth day dost re 
For him the vocal chord. 

No marvel ; since yet cloister'd in th( 
The presence of thy King had thee ii 
What time Elizabeth and Mary sang, 
Wiih joy prophetic fired. 

Immortal glory to the Father be. 
With his Almighty sole-begotten Soi 
And Thee, coequal Spirit, One in Th 
While endless ages run. 



num «B ZBOEBE OF aUHTS. 9D1 



HATIITB. 



Iv cvrm of the lone wildemew tfay yovfii 
ThoQ lilddest» dnmniiig the rode throDg of men. 
And gmiding the pore treMare of tfay eool 
IVom tiie leuit tonoh of flb. 

There to tiqr nerad Ifanhe tiie eemel gsre 
A gannent eoane; the roek a bed mpplled ; 
The stream thy thirst; loonsts and honey wild 
l^iy hunger satisfied. 

Ob^ blest beyond the Prophets of old time I 
They of the Sayionr sang that was to be: 
BSm present to announce^ and shofw to aU, 
Was granted but to thee. 

Throngh the wide eartii was never mortal num 
Bom holier than John; to whom was given 
The guilly world's B^^tiaer to bqitiie^ 
And ope the door of Heaven. 



202 SAOBiBD YBAlfc. 



Lnmoital glory to the Father be. 
With his Ahnighty sole-begotten Son, 
And Thee, ooe^ual Spuit, one in Three, 
While endless ages run. 



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LAUDS. 
O wimit fdix meritiqiu etin, 

O BLESSED Saint, of snow-white purity! 

Dweller in wastes forlorn ! 
O mightiest of the Martyr host on highl 

Greatest of Prophets born ! 

Of all the diadems that on the brows 

C^ Saints in glory shine, 
Not one with brighter, purer halo glows, 

In Heaven's high Court, than thine. 

Otk\ li^n us thy tender, pitying gaze 
Cast down from thy dread throne ; 

Straighten our crooked, smoolii our rugged n 
And break our hearts of stone. 



xnniB iBiNKnDi fiiif > of ftAmrs. SOS 



CoHiiig wUi gffb tf 



FtaiM in the He»«iiB to Theoi O Ffaril aad LA8t» 

The IMiiO etamd 6od ! 
Bsn% Jaw, ipw liy fegplg^ w lw Tbmt hmA 

BdtomM wJh tfajna <wm M»od. 



8Bk ISCKK AHD PAUL TH8 AFOBIIK 



VSSPBKS. 
l>aw ra Im% mUvniUtit 



Batbsd in etemity'B all-beauteom beam, 
And opening into Heaven a path snbHme, 
Weleome liie golden day ! which heralds in 
The Apoetolic Chieft, whose glofy fflls all time! 



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LAUDS. 



Rum lyfUie dread immenie! 

Mate of tids ndgfaty ftimel 
Whose eternal Frofidenee 

GOfenis aad upholda the aame ! 

Low before thy Huse we bend; 

Hear our sappUeating cries ; 
And thy light eternal send. 

With the freshly dawnfaig ddes. 

King of kings ! and Lord most hig 
TUs of thy dear lo?e we pmyr- 

May thy Guardian Angel nigh 
Ke^ us from all sin this day. 

May he crush the deadly wHea 
Of the envious Serpents ait» 

Ever ^Mreading cunning tdb 
Round aVoui th% thou^jhtleai ha 



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May he aeatter rathleas war, 
Ere to this our shore it come ; 

P]Mgae and ikmine drive alkr ; 
Fix aeenrely peaee at home. 

Father, Son, and Holy 6bost| 

Eyerksting Trinity ! 
Gnaid, by thy Angelic hosti 

Ua, who put our trast in Thee. 



FEAST OF THE MATERNITY OF THE BLESSED 
YIROm MAKY. 

Beoond BqimUt^ October. 

MATINS. 
C^Uo Reiemftor frmtuHL 

The Saviour left high Heaven to dwell 
Vi^thin the Virgin's womb ; 

And there arra/d Himself in flesh, 
Our Victim to become. 



224 SAO&EB TSAR. 



She unto us divinely bore 
Salvation's King and Grod ; 

Who died for us upon the Cross, 
Who saves us in his blood : 

She too our jpyftd hope ^hall be, 
And drive away all fears ; 

Offering for us to her dear Son 
Our contrite sighs and tears. 

That Son — ^He.hears his Mother's 
And grants, ere it be said ; 

Be ours to love her, and invoke 
In every strait her a|d. 

All glory to the Trinity, 
While endless times proceed ; 

Who in that bosom pure of stain 
Sow'd such immortal seed. 



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LAUD8. 



MoTHEK of Almighty God ! 

Sapplisnt at thy feet we pray ; 
Shelter us ifrom Satan's firancl, 

Safe beneath thy wing this day. 

I 

*Twa8 by reason of awr Fall, 

In our first Forefather's crime, 
That the mighty Lord of all 

Raised thee to thy rank sublime. 

Oh ! then upon Adam's race 

Look thoTi with a pitying eye; 
And entreat of Jesns grace, 

Till He lay his anger by. 

Honor, glory, virtue, merit. 

Be to Thee, O Virgin's SonI 
Wiih the Father and the Spuit, 

While eternal ages run. 

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▼EAST OP THE FDBITY OP THE BLESSED 
YIBGINMAEI. 

Third Smidmy in October. 

VESPERS. 
PrmcUra euMto* virgimtaiu 

m 

Blest Guardian of all virgin souls ! 

Portal of bliss to man forgiven ! 
Pure Mother of Almighty God ! 

Thou hope of earth, and joy of Heaven I 

Fair Lily, found amid the thorns I ' 
Most beauteous Dove with wings of gold 

Rod from whose tender root there ^nng 
That healing Flower long since foretold I 

'nioQ Tower, against the dragon proof! 

'niou Star, to storm-toss'd voyagers dear 
Our course lies o'er a treacherous deep-; 

Thine be the light by which we 



mom ntoM THi PBoraa of saints. 2S7 



tier the mists that roand ns hang ; 
leep fiur the &tal shoals away; 
I wfaQe through darkling waves we sweep, 
^n a path to life and day. 

esn, bom of Virgin Wight ! 
nmortal glory be to Thee ; 
se to the Father infinite, 
jkI Holy Ghost eternally. 



MATINS. 
OgUOmJMe^fulfiim. 

Star of Jacob, ever beaming 
With a radianee all divine ! 

IGd the stars of highest Heaven 
Glows no purer ray than thine. 

All in stoles of snowy brightness, 
Unto thee the Angels sing ; 

Unto thee tiie virgin choirs, — 
Mother of tb' eteinal King I 



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Joyftil in thy patii they scatter 
Roses white and IfUes fair; 

Yet with thy ehaste bosom's widtensM 
Rose nor Ifly may eomparau 

Oh ! that this low earth of ovrs, 
Answering th' angeHc strain, 

With thy praises might re-eeho, 
Till the Heavens relied again. 

Honor, glory, virtue, merit, 
Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son! 

With the Father and the Spirit, 
WhOe eternal ages run. 



ttmOm^^^mim 



la oM' i M imtmmor bmjmtb. fM 



■MMk 



WMBtMMB AlTD L AtTBB. 



BucsT mtiifliigBr tf Hwwen! Ihon dWit ^ 

Thy hem in eUldliood leanre ; 
InftMadiiig to iNuterfe bads 

Caairt or tiiy blood to gbe. 

But ihee a 9Wieeter djosfli ftindltf 

A. nobler hi» Is thine ; 
Pieiieed with a thousand heavenly d|vti| 

To die of love divine. 

Vietim of perf^t charity ! 

Our souls with love im^ire ; 
And save the nations of thy charge 

From everlasting fire. 

Praise to the Father, with the Son, 

And Holy Spirit, be; 
Praise to the blessed Three in Obb, 

Through aU etemily. 



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MATINS 

mtHmfun 

Tms day, beneath the ibrm 
Of a pore mow-white dove^ 
Teresa's spirit wing'd its flight 
Into the realms above ; 

And heard the Bridegroom^s n^e^ 
** Sister from Cannel eome; 
Come to the maniage of the I^«ib» 
To thy eternal home." 

Spouse of the Virgin choir! 
Let all the blest adore 
Thee, Jesu ! and in nuptial songs 
Ehult Thee evermore. 




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BE. iQBi omnn^ ouMimuL 



TBiPBRS. 



O »LOBT and Idgfa bout 
Of: Poland's ancient nee t 
Tiue fktb« of thy fiitheiiand I 
Bleat ndniatttr of grace I 

Twaa thine tbe law of God 
To teach, and to obey ; 
Oh, may we ever walk therein; 
Nor from its precepts stray! 

Th' Apostles* shrines thoa didst 
Visit in pilgrim guise; 
0I^ guide bs to our home above, 
fiallB^ frmn all enemiea ! 



iiSZ flAOKXD TSAK. 



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Thou to Jerusalem 
Didst go for love, and there 
The traces of thy Lord adore^ 
And wash with many a tear. 

' ^^ Oh, may his blessed wounds 

Deep in our hearts remain ! 
Through them may we the glorious 
Of life eternal gain I 

Dread Trinity, to Thee 
Let the world's fabric bend ; 
While evermore, from hearts renew 
New hymns of praise ascend. 



MATINS. 
Corpus domasjejuniia, 

Tht body with long fastings worn 
Thy flesh with cruel scourgings toi 
'Twas thine to live, O blessed Saim 
A pure and spotless pemtent. 



iBov^Wte rttoRit OF ainm. tto 



Oh, may we follow after tiiee, 
And tmftrte Ubi^jgmntj ! 

Hie iMHioaa ef tiria mottat ftame I 



TTum to tiie poor in wintei'B anow 
Q(t % own fdmdnt didat beatow; 
By bimger or by tUnt oppreaa'd, 
Tliey (law to tiiy parental bveaat 

O tiion, wbo none ^Udat eV deny 
Of those who songfat tby charity, 
miy native land from hann defend, 
And peace on all her borders send ! 

Praise to the Father, with the Son, 
And Holy Sf^t, Three in One; 
Jean, through thy dear servant^s prayer. 
May we thy joys eternal ahare. 



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LAUDS. 



Sjjmt of sweetest majesty ! 

What a potent voke is thine ! 
At thy pnyer diseases fly ; 

Fading^ health revives again. 

Oft with wasting fever wan, 
Ling'ring at their latest breath. 

Dying men by thee are drawn 
From the very jaws of death. 

Oft the shipwreck'd merchandise, 
Sunk beneath the raging flood. 

At thy prayer is seen to rise, 
By the glorious might of God. 

Oh, by thy surpassing power I 

By thy joys celestial ! 
Help us in affliction's hour ; 

Hear us when on thee we eall. 



noH OB PBon» ov BAom. 886 



nmeliOBel 
BfwUflMid One in ThffM I 
Gmfc w «te^ tfajr Mst the boon 
Ofmghdotoinllj. 



fKAnOV Bt lAFEAIL THE AlfiHAlQIL 



TBSPnmS AVD MATIVSb 
nw Oktfftf MlHMbr IMHk 



Jnu, lyrigbteoM of the Futherl 
life And strength of an wfaottfol 

In the preeenoe of the Angels, 
GIoTy to thy name we ghre ; 

And thy wondrous {Hraise rehearse, 

Sfaiging in alternate verse. 

Hail, too, ye angelio powers! 

Hail, ye thrones celestial! 
Hail, Physksian of Salvation! 

Gidde of life, blest Raphael ! 
Who, the Foe of all mankind 
Didst in links of iron bind. 



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Oh, may Chiiit, by ikj proteetk 
Shelter ns from hftrm this ds} 

Keep 08 pore hi flesh md iqMI 
Save us from the enemy; 

And vouchsafe ns, of his grace, 

In his Pandise a place. 

Glory to th' Almighty Fkther, 
Suig we now in anthems swe 

Glory to the great Redeemer; 
Glory to the Paraclete 

Three in One, and One in Threi 

Througfaont all eternity. 



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LAUDS. 
Qkri»t$t Mnetontm deeu» migtltt —■ 

O Chbist, the glory of the Angel chdn 
Author and Ruler of the human raee ! 
Grant us one day to mount the path ofj 
And Bee1iib\bs%]f ftt^ 



anm ncm-vn ntannt or saints. 237 



And <ili. tlir BairihML idHrdbkii UmL 
Send doipn to ns.ftoin. yon nnkistMil Jielsliti 
To hesl oo ao<iy jtsp^os, and to fnide 
.^Ovroonne^voiigh Bfo sri|^ 

Thou tooi P Muy, Mother of our God! 
1/nih all the bright sngelle host deaeebd, 
And bring with thee th* Astiembly of fhe 
Thy ehOdren to befriend. 

Hue gFMe on ns bestow, O Father blest, 
And Thou, O Son by an eternal birth ; 
YTrSti Thee, from both proceedhig. Holy Ghost! 
Whose glory fills the earth. 



ISASr OF ALL SAnnSL 

VESPBRS AND MATINS. 
P2aMr«, C^rUUy »erwd%$, 

O Christ, thy guilty people spare I 
Lp, kneeling at thy graoioas throne, 

Thy l/lrgin Mother pours her prayer, 
Imploring pardon for her own. 

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«• All||0U| uKf^ CIVOffmONif ' 

¥^ Id your dnlM idnt aaeeody 
A« ye hsve gnaided OS before, 
So still ftoBi haim onr etope deto 

Ye Pro{4iete and Apoetlee Idgfal 
, Beirold our penitential tean ; 
And plead for lu when death is nigh 
And our all-aeaiehing lodge sppot 

Ye Maityn all ! a purple band, 
And Confeaaora, a white-robed tm 

Oh, call us to otir native land, 
From this our exile, baek again. 

And ye, O choira of Viigina ehaate! 

Reeeive us to your seats on high; 
With Hermits whom the desert waat 

Sent np of old mto the aky. 

Drive from the flock, O fi^iiita Ueatl 
The fidae and iUthleas raoe away; 

That all within one fold may rest,* 
Seenn beneath one Sheplieid*^ tm 



j^smit ^oc. 



.HYMNS FROM THE BREVIARY. 



' HYMNS BELONGING TO THE COMMON OP 

SAINTS. 



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V 



SACRED YEAR. 



£NS FROM THE BREVIARY. 



IV. 

J BELONGING TO THE COMMON OF 

SAINTS. 



ra ON THE FESTIVALS OF THE BLBaSBD 
aOIN MARY THROUGHOUT THE YEAR. 

VESPERS. 
Jtve maris ttMtu 

Gentle Star of ocean ! 

Portal of the sky ! 
Ever Virgin Mother 

Of tiie Lord most Ifiglil 



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Oh ! by Gabriel's Ave, 

Uttered long ago, 
Eva's name reverring,* 

Stablish peace below. 

Break the captive's fetters ; 

Light on blindness pour; 
All our ills expelling. 

Every bliss implore. 

Show thyself a Mother ; 

Offer Him our sighs, 
Who for us Incarnate 

Did not thee despise. 

Virgin of all Virgins ! 

To thy shelter take us ; 
Gentlest of the gentle ! 

Chaste and gentle make us. 

Sti]l as on we journey. 
Help our weak endeavor; 

Till with thee and Jesus 
We rejoice for ever* 



HTinrs ntoK thb oommon of saints. 245 



Tbrovgh the hig^etl Hetven, 
To tbe Almighty Three, 

Fs&er, Son, and Spfait, 
One flame glory be. 



MATINS. 

The Lord, whom earth, and sea, and sky, 
With one adoring voice proclaim ; 

Who rules them all in majesty ; 
Inclos'd himself in Mary's £rame. 

Lo ! in a humble Virgin's womb, 
O'ershadow'd by Almighty power; 

He whom the stars, and sun, and moon, 
Each serve in their appointed hour. 

O Mother blest I to whom was given 

Within thy body to contain 
The Arehitect of earth and Heaven, 

Whoee hands the universe siuMain : 



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To ihee wis sent sn Angcll down; 

In thee the Spirit was enshrined ; 
Of thee was born that Mighty One, 

The long-desired of all mankind. 

O Jesu I bom of Virgin bright, 
Immortal glory be to Thee ; 

Praise to the Father infinite, 
And Holy Ghost eternally. 



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LAUDS. 
OgiariMa Firginm m, 

O QuEEH of all the Virgin choir ! 

Enthroned above the starry sky I 
Who with pore milk from thy own brea 

Thy own Creator didst suj^ly. 

What man had lost in hapless Eve, 
Thy sacred womb to man restores ; 

Thou to the wretched here beneath 
Hast open'd Heaven's eternal doonk 



HT1E1I8 FROM THB OOMMOIX OF SAINTS. 247 



Hail, O ralblgeiit HflU of light ! 

Hdl, Chile inblime of Henren's high King! 
Through Thee ledeem'd to endless life, 

Thy pnise let ill the nations sing. 

JesQ ! bom of Virgin bright, 

Immortal glory be to Thee; 
Praise to the Father hifinite, 

And Holy Ghost eternally. 



Tike mbcve Sjfunt are alee ueed in the Littto Oflee of tlia 
)loBa&±YitgltnmBry,withtMeaddUi4moftkefeihmi»g.-^^ 

AT TERCE, SEXT, NONE, AND OOMPLINB. 

Jlbnunto rerum CemiUer, 

Remember, O Creator Lord I 
That in the Virgin's sacred womb 

Thou wast conceived, and of her flesh 
IHdst our mortality assume. 



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246 8A0KED TIAB. 



Mother of gnoe, O Muy bleii! 

To lliee, sweeft fbant of love, we fty; 
Shield HB throngfa life, and take us hew 

To thy dear bosom when we die. 

O Jesu ! bora of Virgin bright, 
Immortal glory be to Thee; 

Praise to the Father infinite, 
And Holy Ghost eternally. 



CCnOfON OF AFOSTLBB AKD SYAKQELISm 

VESPERS AND LAUDS. 

Exultet ortis £tmiU9, 

Now let the earth with joy resound, 
And highest Heaven re-echo round; 
Nor Heaven nor earth too high ean nik< 
The great Apostle's glorious praise. 



HTMNS FKOH THE OOICMON OF SAINTS. 249 



O 76 who, throned in glory dread, 
Shall judge the living and the dead ! 
lights of the world for evermore ! 
To yon the suppliant prayer we pour. 

Ye close the sacred gates on high ; 
At yonr command apart they fly : 
Oh ! loose us from the guilty chain 
We strive to break, and strive in vain. 

Sickness and health your voice obey ; 
At your command they go or stay * 
Oh, then from sin our souls restore ; 
Increase our virtues more and more. 

So when the world is at its end, 
And Christ to Judgment shall descend. 
May we be calPd those joys to see 
Prepared from all eternity. 

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



250 8ACRED TEAR. 



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MATINS. 
JBUma CSkrigti muneru. 

The Lord's eternal gifts, 
Th' Apostles' mighty praise, 
Their victories, and high reward, 
Sing we in joyfal lays. 

Lords of the churches they; 
Triamphant Chiefs of war ; 
Brave Soldiers of the Heavenly Court ; 
True lights for evermore. 

Theirs was the Saints' high Faith ; 
And quenchless Hope's pure glow ; 
And perfect Charity, which laid 
The world's fell tyrant low. 

In them the Father shone ; 
In them the Son o'ercame ; 
In them the Holy Spirit wrought, 
And fill'd their hearts with flame. 



KMB FROM THE OOKIIOlf OF SAINTS. 251 



To God» the Father, Son, 
And Bpinti glorj be; 
\8 WIS, and is, and shall be so, 
Througfa all etemitj. 



»TLB9 AND EYANGSUSIS DUBIKe EASTER. 
VBBPERS AND MATINS. 
7Vi«(M ertnU Jtp0$Uli, 

N Christ, by his own servants slain, 
d died apon the bitter Cross, 
LposUes, of their joy bereft, 
9re weeping their dear Saviour's loss : — 

while, an Angel at the tomb ^ 
holy women hath foretold, 
) fidthful flock shall soon with joy 
eir Lord in Cralilee behold." 

, as they run the news to bring, 

, straightway Christ Himself they meet, 

idiant with heavenly light, 

d falling, clasp his sacred feet 



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To Galilee'fl loiie monntafii lieSgiiti 

The ApoetoUe band retire: 
There, bleet with thefar dear Ssvloiir's rig^l 

They taste in ftiU their KraPs deabe. 

O Jesa! from the death of flin 
Ke^ iu> we pray; so shali Thou he 

The eYerlastiiig Paschal joy 
Of all the souls new-born in Thee. 

Now to the Father, and the Son, 
Who rose from death, be glory given ; 

With Thee, O holy Comforter, 
Henceforth by allin earth and Heaven. 

[uSTHOr THB OOTAVB OV TBI ASOIIISIOiK.] 

Glory to Jesus, who retoma 
In pomp triumphant to the sky. 

With Thee, O Father, and with Thee 
O Holy Ghost, eternally. 



unam WMommm iMooum of aiiMTs. ^SS 



LAVJ>B. 



Now dnHy ahineB the sun more fkir, 
Reealliiig-thit blMfc time, 

Wheo Chiirt on his Apostles ifaoiie, 
In ndiuA liglit mbUme. 

Thej in hie Body tee hie wonnde 
Lilie stars divinely glow ; 

Then forth, as his true Witneseesi 
Throngfaoat the worid they go. 

O Christ ! then King most meniftil ! 

Our inmost hearts possess; 
80 may we with due songs of pnise 

Thy name for ever bless. 

Keep ns, O Jesn ! from the desth 

Of sin; and deign to be 
The everlasting Paschal Joy 

Of all new-born in Thee. 



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PkiiU to the JMba, and the Son* 
Who Urom the deed aioee ; 

to the bleeaed Peraclete» 
While age oq ages flows. 



OF ONE ICABTTB. 

YEBPERB AND MATINB. 

Dmu tiurum mt^wau 

O Thou, of all thy warriors Lord, 
Thyself the crown, and sore reward 
Set us from sinful fetters free, 
Who fling thy Martyr^s vietory. 

In selfish pleasures' worldly roood 
The taste of bitter gall he fbond ; 
But sweet to him was thy blest Nai 
And thus to heavenly joys he eame. 

Right manfrilly his eross he'boie^ 
And ran his raoe of torments soie: 
For Thee he ponr'd his Hfb amy; 
With Thee he lives in endkM day. 



Hnon FBOM-ntt oOMWHr OF sainti. 266 



W6t tbtak before Thee tModiiig low, 
■Ritmi Thee» Lbfd, thy love to show 
On tUs the diij 11^ Mivtjr died, 
Who in thy Sidiili art glorified! 

Now to the Father, and the Son, 
Be glory while the ages mn; 
The Mtme, O Holy Ghost, to Theel 
Through ages of eternity. 



LAUD8. 
huoiOe JUtutifr ufUewm, 

Marttb of unconquer'd might! 

Follower of th' eternal Son ! 
Who, triumphant in the fight, 

Hast celestial glory won; 

By'the yirtue of thy prayer. 
Wash our guilty stains away ; 

Sin^s eontagion drive aikr ; 
Sufibr not our feet to stray. 



S56 SA0BXD YEAB. 



Loosen'd from the fleshly diain 
Which detain'd thee here of old 

Loose us from the bonds of aiii. 
From the fetters of the world. 

Glory to the Father be ; 

Glory to his only Son ; 
Glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, 

While eternal ages run. 



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The Common of one Martyr daring Easter is the mod 
above, except the Doxology, whic^ is 

Glory to th' eternal Son, 

Who from death divinely rose ; 

Glory to the Three in One, 
Long as age on ages flows. 

[wrrmN the ootavx of the asoensiom 

Glory to th' eternal Son, 
Who agaui ascends the sky ; 

Glory to the Three in One, 
Throughout all eternity. 



mn noK not oomiov or saints. 2(S7 



Of KAHT KABIIBa 

▼ I8PIR8. 



we Hie peerless deeds of martjn'd Ssints, 
glorious merits, snd their portion blest ; 
. the eonqrierors the worid has seen, 
rhe greatest and the best 

1 in their day th' insensate world abhorr'd, 
186 they did forsake it, Lord, for Thee ; 
ng it all a barren waste, devoid 
>f fimit, or flower, or tree. 

trod beneath them every threat of man, 
ame viotorions all torments through ; 
■on hooks, which piecemeal tore thenr flesh, 
/ould not their souls subdue. 

ged, crucified, like sheep to slaughter led, 
irmuring they met their cruel fiite ; 
tmsdous mnoeence their souls upheld, 
n patient virtue great. 

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Bf all the |ndw Hij Siinte hmw tnm ; 

Bf all tiwir pdM in idsfi gone by ; 
By lA «i» daads ivliieh ttof teve done ; 

Hear TiMm tliy rt^iiklint peepi^B ei^ 

Thou dort amid tihj Martfie ^M ; 

Thy Conftaacxn Then doet fingive; 
May we find merey in thy sigliti 

And in thy aaered pieeenee live. 

To God the Faflier glory be, 
And to his aole-b^fotten Son ; 

The aame, O Holy Ghost, to Theel 
While everhiating ages ran. 



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lAITT 1CABTTB8 JmJSQt EASIER TDCSL 

▼ EBP.ERB AND LAUDS. 



«Te»pafeSS8L With the foDowing Dooology :] 

Tow to the Father, and the Son, 
Who rose from death, all gloiy be, 

(nith Thee, O holy Comforter, 
Henceforth through all eternity. 



MATINS. 

CSkrif to frofiuum sangwhum, 

[As at page 398.] 



f A CONFESSOR AND BISHOP. 

VESPERS AND MATINS. 
Iste Comfwvr Domini eeltmUa, 

onfessor of Christ, from shore to shore 
^orshipp'd with solemn rite; 
\j went up with joy, his labors o'er, 
his blest seat in light. 



262 8A0SSD TEAK. 



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[If it be nol fhe daj of his death, the foOowiiig is sob- 

sUtoted.] 

This day receives those honors which are his, 
EBgfa in the realms of light 

Holy and innocent were all his ways ; 

Sweet, temperate, unstain'd ; 
His life was prayer, — his every brealii was praise, 

While breath to him remain'd. 

Ofttimes his merits high in every land. 

In cures have been displayed ; 
And still does health return at his command 

To many a frame decay'd. 

Therefore to him triumphant praise we pay, 

And yearly songs renew ; 
Praying our glorious Saint for us to pray. 

All the long ages through. 

To Grod, of all the centre and the source, 

Be power and glory given ; [course, 

Who sways the mighty world through all its 
From the bright throne of Heaven. 



Hnam nu>x the common of saints. 263 



LAUDS. 



Redeemer blest of all who live ! 

Thy Pontiffs' endless prize ! 
Upon this day thine ear incline. 

And hear us from the skies. 

This day the holy Confessor 
Of thy most sacred Name, 

HonorM with yearly festive rites, 
To heavenly glory came. 

This day amid the blissful choirs 
Of Angels, he sate down ; 

Receiving, for the joys he spum'd, 
An everlasting crown. 

Oh ! grant us in his steps to walk; 

His holy life to live ; 
And by the vurtue of his prayers, 

Thy people's sins forgive. 



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Glory to lliee, all gndoiu Lofd; 

Pndae to the FKtber be ; 
Pndae to the Spirit Pttnudete; 

Through all etemitj. 



OE A GOKYXSSOE KOT A BISHOP. 

VBBPERB AVD MATIITB. 
' Ate GnifkfMn 

[ABitpageaSL] 



LAUD8. 
Je»% eoronM edtitr, 

JesuI eternal Truth sublime 1 
Through endless years the same ! 

T^ou crown of those, who through all tii 
Confess thy holy Name: 

Thy suppliant people, through the pa y 

Of thy blest Saint, foigive ; 
For his dear sake thy wrath fbrbear* 

And bid our iqpirita live. 



HmNS FROM THB COMMON OF SAINTS. 266 



Again retnniB the aaered day, 
With heavenly gl<Mry biigfati 

Which saw hkn go upon his way 
Into the realma of light 

All objects of onr vain deedre. 
All earthly joys and gains, 

To him were but as filthy mire ; 
And now with Thee he reigns. 

Thee, Jesu, his ali-gracious Lord, 

Confessing, to the last, 
He trod beneath him Satan's fhiud, 

And stood for ever fhst. 

In holy deeds of faith and love, 
In Ratings and in prayers, 

His days were spent; and now above 
Thy heavenly Feast he shares. 

Then, for his sake thy wrath lay by, 
And hear us while we pray ; 

And pardon us, O Thou most high, 
On this his festal Day. 



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AUglofytolbentiMrtei - 
Pniw to Ui only Son ; 

IWw, holy FuMlote, to Thee; 
While eadleee agee nuu 



OF TntODia 

VEBPERS AND LAUD8. 



Thou Crown of all the Virgin choir I 
That holy Mother's TTirgin Son ! 

Who 18, alone of womankind, 
Mother and Virgin both in one I 

Encircled by thy Virgin band. 
Amid the lilies Thon art found; 

For thy pure brides with lavish hand 
Scattering immortal graces round. 

And still, wherever thou dost bead 
Thy lovely steps, O glorious King, 

Virgins upon thy steps attend, 
And hymns to thy high gloiy dag. 



HTMNB TROM THE COMMON OF SAINTS. 267 



Keep'lh, O Purity divine, 

From every least cormptioii free ; 
Our every tense from sin refine, 

And pmify onr sonls for Thee. 

To God the Father, and the Son, 
All honor, glory, praise, be given ; 

With Thee, O holy Paraclete ! 
Henceforth by all in earth and Heaven. 



MATINS. 
Virginu Proles Opifezque fMtria, 

O Thou thy Mother's Maker, hail ! 

Hail, Virgin-born ! to Thee ; 
To-day a Virgin's death we sing 

A Virgin's victory. 

O doubly blest ! to whom was given 
Martyr and Virgin too, — 

At once to triumph over death, 
And her frail sex subdue. 



266 SAOBJB) TSAK. 



O'er fear, o'er thousand foni 
Victorious she stood ! 

And won the everlasting hei 
In streams of her own bk 

Oh, through her prayers our 
All good and gracious Kii 

So purified in heart may we 
Thy praise eternal sing. 

All glory to the Father be ; 
Praise to his only Son ; 
With Thee, who dost from b< 
While endless ages run. 

[If the Virgin be not a Martyr, the seconc 
are omitted, and the two last lines of i 
as follows :] 

Hear us, who on this day re< 
Thy Virgin's memory 



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HYMNS FROM THE COMMON OF SAINTS. 269 



OE H»LY WOlfSN. 
VESPERS AND LAUDS. 

fbrtem viriti peetore. 

High let us all our voices raise, 
In that heroic woman's praise ; 
Whose name, wi^h saintly glory bright, 
Shines in the starry realms of light. 

Pill'd with a pure celestial glow, 
She spum'd all love of things below ; 
And heedless here on earth to stay, 
ClimVd to the skies her toilsome way. 

With fasts her body she subdued ; 
But filPd her soul with prayers' sweet food ; 
In other worlds she tastes the bliss. 
For which she left the joys of this. 

O Christ, the strength of all the strong ! 
To whom all our best deeds belong ! 
Through her prevailing prayers on high, 
In mercy hear ttiy people's cry. 



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And to his only Son moit inie; 
With Thee, O ffligii^ Holy GlMMik ! 
To whom pniM, poww, and Mmring be, 
Tfarongh agM of etonUy. 



LAUD8. 



From highest Heaven, the Fathei'a Son, 
Descending like that myatic atone 
Cut from a monntain withont handa, 
Came down below, and filled all landa; 
Uniting, midway in the sky, 
His House on earth, and House on Ugh. 

That House on high« — it ever rings 
With praises of the King of kings; 
For ever tiiere, on haips divine, 
They hymn th' eternal One and Trine; 
We, here below, the strain prolong. 
And fidntly eeho Sion's song. 



HTMNS FROH THE COMMON OF SAINTS. 271 



Qh, wedded in a proi^terotis hour! 
The Father's glory was thy dower; 
The Spirit all His gnces shed, 
Thou peeriess Queen, upon thy head ; 
When Christ espoused thee for his Bride, 
O City bright and glorified ! 

Thy gates a pearly lustre pour; 
Thy gates are open evermore ; 
And thither evermore draw nigh 
All who for Christ have dared to die ; 
Or smit with love of their dear Lord, 
Have pains endured, and joys abhorred. 

Thou too, O Church, which here we see I 
No easy task hath builded thee. 
Long did the chisels ring around ! 
Long did the mallets' blows rebound! 
Long work'd the head, and toil'd the hand ! 
Ere stood thy stones as now they stand ! 

To God the Father, glory due 
Be paid by all the heavenly Host ; 



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HYMNS FROM THE MISSAL. 



278 SACRED TEAK. 



Thee once with pahns the Jews went for 

meet; 
Thee now with prayers and holy hymns we | 

[Glory and praise, &^.] 

Thee, on thy way to die, they crown'd 

praise; 
To Thee, now King on high, our song we i 

[Glory and praise, &e.] 

Thee their poor homage pleased, O gra 

King! 
Ours too accept, — ^the best that we can brin] 

[Glory and praise, &c.] 



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GOOD-FRIDAT. 
Onafiddia v$iUr omnu. 

Faithful Cross, O Tree all beaateonsl 
Tree all peerless and divine I 

Not a grove on earth can show ns 
Such a flower and leaf ai 



HTMNa FROM THE MISSAL. 279 



Sweet the nails, and sweet the wood. 
Laden with so sweet a load! 

AamwUtAf*^ Pange iingua,^ at at page 137. 

[** Sweet the nails,'' cfv. as above^ being re- 
peaied afUr every stanza.] 



SBCflJENCE, EAOTER-SUNDAT 

Vietimm Paachali landes. 

Forth to the Paschal Victim, Christians hring 
Your sacrifice of praise : 

The Lamb redeems the sheep; 
And Christ, the Sinless One, 
Hath to the Father sinners reconciled. 

Together, Death and Life 

In a strange conflict strove ; 
The Prince of Life, who died, 
Now Uves and reigns. . 



280 SAOBBD TXABL. 



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What thou saweat, Mary, aay, 
As thou wenteat on the way. 

I saw the tomb wherem the living One had 
I saw his glory as He rose again ; 
Napkin and linen clothes, and Angels twaii 
Yea, Christ is risen, my hope, and He 
Will go before you into Galilee. 

We know that Christ indeed has risen firon 
Hail, thou King of Victory ! [gi 

Have mercy. Lord, and save. 



SEQUENCE, WHIT-SUNDAT. 

Feni Sanete Spiritu*, 

Holy Spirit ! Lord of light ! 
From thy clear celestial height. 
Thy pure beaming radiance give : 

Come, Thou Father of the poor ! 
Come, with treasures whidi endure! 
Come, Thou light of all that lhr« ; 



HYMNS VEOK THE MISSAL. 261 



Thou, of all comiplere best, 
Visiting the troubled breast, 
Dost refreshing peace bestow; 

Thou in toil art comfort sweet ; 
Pleasant coolness in the heat; 
Solace in the midst of woe. 

Light immortal ! light divine! 
THsit Thou these hearts of thine, 
And our inmont being fill : 

If Thou take thy grace away, 
Nothing pure in man will stay ; 
All his good is turned to ill. 

Heal our wounds — our strength renew ; 
On our dryness pour thy dew ; 
Wash the stains of guilt away : 

Bend the stubborn heart and will; 
Melt the frozen, warm the chill ; 
Guide the steps that go astray. 



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ThoQ, on tiuMie who evennore 
Thee confas and Tliee adoie, 
In thy tevenfold giftai deaoeadt 

Give them comfort when they die; 

Ghre them life with Thee on hl^; 

Give them joys wliich never end 



SBQUENCE, 80LEMNITT OF OOEFUB OS 

SiON, lift thy voice, and sing ; 
Praise thy Saviour and thy King ; 

Praise with hymns thy Shepherd 1 
Strive thy best to praise Him well; 
Yet doth He all praise excel ; 

None can ever reach Hb dne. 

See to-day before ns laid 

The living and life-giving Bread I 

Theme for praise and joy profoni 
The same which at the saeried bond 
Was, by our Incarnate Lord, 

Given to hia ApoaUes ronnd. 



HTMNS FKOM THE MISSAL. 283 



Let the praiae be load and high ; 
Sweet and tmnquil be the joy 

Felt to-day in every breast ; 
On this Festiiral divine, 
Which reeorda the origin 

Of the glorious Euohariat 

On this Table of the King, 
Oar new Paschal offering 

Brings to end the olden rite ; 
Here, for empty shadows fled. 
Is Reality instead ; 

Here, instead of darkness, Light 

His own act, at sapper seated, 
Christ ordained to be repeated. 

In His Memory divine ; 
Wherefore now, with adoration. 
We the Host of our salvation 

Consecrate from bread and wine. 

Hear what holy Church maintaineth, 
That the bread its substance ohangeth 
Into Flesh, the wine to Blood. \ 



S84 840BSD TEAR. 



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Doth it pass thy compfehending? 

Faith, the law of si^t transcendi 

Leaps to things not understood 

Here, beneath these signs, are hie 
Priceless things, to sense forbidd 

Signs, not things, are all we sc 
Flesh from bread, and Blood froi 
Yet is Christ, in either sign, 

All entire, confess'd to be. 

They too, who of Him partake, 
Sever not, nor rend, nor break. 

But entire, their Lord receive. 
Whether one or thousands eat. 
All receive the self-same meat, 

Nor the less for others leave. 

Both the wicked and the good 
Eat of this celestial Food; 

But with ends how opposite ! 
Here 'tis life ; and there 'tis deatl 
The same, yet issuing to each 

In a difference infinite. 



HTMNS mOM THE MISSAL. 285 



Nor a flbigle doubt retain, 

When thej break the Host in twain, 

But tiiat in eaeh part remains 

What was in the whole before; 
Sinee the fiimple sign alone 
Suffers change in state or form, 
The Signified remaining One 

And the Same for evermore. 

CEooepanii angelomm.] 

Lo ! upon the Altar lies, 
Hidden deep from human eyes, 
Bread of Angels from the skies, 

Made the food of mortal man : 
Children's meat to dogs denied; 
In old types foresignified 
In the manna Heaven-supplied, 

Isaac, and the Paschal lismb. 

Jesu ! Shepherd of the sheep ! 
Thou thy flock in safety keep, 
living Bread ! thy life supply ; 
Strengthen us, or else we die; 
Fill us with celestial grace: 



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Thou, who ftedert w Mow! 
Somee of all we hftve or know! 
Gnmt thai with thy SunU above, 
Sitting at the feast of love» 
We may aee Thee ihee to hoe. 



SBODENGB, MASS EOR THE BEAD. 

Diuirmii0$ma, 

NiGHBS still, and still more ni^ 
Draws the Day of Prophecy, 
Doom'd to melt the earth and sky. « 

Oh, what trembling there shall be. 
When the world its Jndge shall see, 
Coming in dread mijeaty ! 

Haric ! the tramp, with thrilling tone 
From s^olohral regions lone, 
Smnmona all before the throne : 



HTMNS FBOM THE MIBSAL. 287 



Time and Deafli it doth appall. 
To see the bnried agee all 
to answer at the ealL 



Now the boob are open spread ; 
Now the writing must be read, 
Which condemns the quick and dead : 

Now, before the Judge severe 
Hidden things must all appear; 
Naught cAi pass unpunish'd here. 

What shall guilty I then plead? 

Who for me will intercede. 

When the Saints shall comfort need ? 

King of dreadful Majesty ! 
Who dost freely justify ! 
Fount of Pity, save Thou me ! 

Recollect, O Love divine ! 
TTwas for this lost sheep of thine 
Thou thy glory didst resign : 



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Satest wearied seeking me ; 
Sufferedst upon the Tree: 
Let not vaiD thy labor be. 

Judge of Justice, hear my prayer 1 
Spare me, Lord, in mercy spare ! 
Ere the Reckoning-day appear, 

Lo ! thy gracious face I seek ; 
Shame and grief are on my cheek 
Sighs and tears my sorrow speak. 

Thou didst Mary's guilt forgive ; 
Didst the d3dng thief receive ; 
Hence doth hope within me live. 

Worthless are my prayers, I kno^ 
Yet, oh, cause me not to go 
Into everlasting woe. 

Sever'd from the guilty band, 
Make me with thy sheep to stand 
Placing me on thy ri^^t band. 



HTMNS FROM THE MISSAL. 289 



When tbe enraed in anguish flee 

Into flames of misery ; 

WiA tbe Blest then caU Thou me. 

Suppliant in the dnst I lie ; 

My heart a cinder, crosh'd and dry ; 

Help me, Lord, when death is nigh ! 

Full of tears, and fiill of dread, 
Is the day that wakes the dead. 
Calling all, with solemn blast, 
From the ashes of the past 

Lord of mercy ! Jesu blest ! 
Grant the Faithful light and rest 



For Stmb^t MaUr iotorota^ eee page ISS. 



■■B or HTMlll mOM THS MUIAL. 



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&mt^ ^or. 



INS FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. 



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^S FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. 



MNS AT BENEDICTION OF THE 
BLESSED SACRAMENT. 



RHYME OF ST. THOMAS AQUINAa 

Jldoro Te devote latent DeiUu, 

EAD hid, devoutly I adore Thee, 
ily art within tljNbnns before me; 
e my heart I bow with bended knee, 
ig quite in contemplating Thee. 

>uch, and taste in Thee are each deceived; 
alone most safely is believed : 
i all the Son of Grod has spoken, 
ruth's own word there is no truer token, v 



294 SACRED YEAR. 



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God only on the Cross lay bid from view; 
But here lies hid at once the Manhood too: 
And I, in both professing my belief, 
Make the same prayer as the repentant thiei 

Thy wounds as Thomas saw, I do not see ; 
Yet Thee confess my Lord and God to be : 
Make me believe Thee ever more and more ; 
In Thee my hope, in Thee my love to store. 

O thou Memorial of our Lord's own dpng I 
O living Bread, to mortals life supplying ! 
Make Thou my soul henceforth on Thee to live 
Ever a taste of Heavenly sweetness give. 

O loving Pelican ! O Jesu, Lord ! 
Unclean I am, but clea^ me in thy blood ; 
Of which a single drop, Tor sinners spilt, 
Can purge the entire world from all its guilt 

Jesu ! whom for the present veiled I see, 
What I so thirst for, oh, vouchsafe to me : 
That I may see thy countenance unfolding, 
And may be blest thy glory in beholding. 



HTMNS AT BENEDICTION. 295 



ITktfM m t ia g it unuUlf awag t^Ur eoerf sUmm,'] 

6011, eternal fiRiepherd ! hear our cry ; 
nereaae the ikith of all whose souls on Thee 
rely. 



PB06K 

Avef ««niM eorpu* natMm, 

Hail to Thee ! true Body, sprang 
From the '\nrgm Mary's womb ! 
The same that on the Cross was hung, 
And bore from man the bitter doom ! 

Thou, whose side was pierced, and flowed 
Both with water and with blood; 
Suffer us to taste of Thee, 
In our life's last agony. 

O kind, O loving One ! 
O sweet Jesu, Mary's Son I 



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AT TBROS. 



Hail, SolcHnon's Threne I 

Pure Atk of the Law t 
Faar Rainbow! and Bneh 

Which the Patriarch saw! 
Hail, (}edeon*s Fleece !• 

Hail^ bleaBOQung Rod I 
Samson's, sweet Heneyconibt 

Portal of God! 

Well fitting it was 

That a Son so divine 
Should preserve fir<»n aU touek 

Of Original Sin; 
Nor suffer by smallest 

Defect to be stain'd 
That Mother, whom He 

For Himself had ordained. 



HTMNS AT BENEDICTION. 299 



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

Now let us praise the Lord most high. 

And strive his name to magnify 

On this great day, throogh earth and sky * 

Whose mercy ever runneth o*er; 
Whom men and Angel Hosts adore * 
To Him be glory evermore. 



For Salutis humana sator see page 145 

*^ JSBteme Rex altisaime «« 147 

^ Pange lingua ghriosi ** 156 

** TatUum trgo aaerameitiitm ... ** 157 

K Saeris solemniis « 158 

^ Vtrkmm VMjftmum proditiu ... "' ISO 

(« O salutttrit Hoatia *^ ISt 

K Stabat Mater dolaroaa ** 188 

*^ Lauda Sien Salvatorem « 98i 

** Eeee poMie OMgeUruM <* 985 



■MB or BTMIM AT BBNSmCTIOir OF THB BLBMl 

VAOBAMBBT. 



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HTMNB 

FBOK THE OEFICE OP THE DOCACniAIE GQNGBF 



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AT MATINB. 
Salve rnvMii immima. 

Hail, Qaeen of the Heavofis ! 

Hail, MistreBB of earth ! 
Hail, Virgin most pnre, 

Of iminacalate birth ! 
Clear Star of the Morning, 

In beaaty enshrined ! 
O Lady, make speed 

To the help of mankiikL! 

Thee God in the depth 

Of eternity chose ; 
And form'd thee all fair, 

As his glorious Spouse ; 
And caird thee his Word's 

Own Mother to he. 
By whom He created 

The earth, sky, and sea. 



E OF THB OOfACULAtE CONOEFTION. 301 



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AT PBIMB. 

Hail, Virgin most wise! 

Hail, Duty's Shiine, 
With seven fair pDlars 

And Table divine ! 
Preserred from the gmlt 

Whieh has come on «s aU! 
Exempt in the womb 

From the taint of the Fall ! 

O new Star of Jaeob ! 

Of Angels the Queen! 
O Gate of the Saints! 

OMother of men! 
O terrible as 

The embattled array! 
Be thou of the Faithfrd 

The refuge and stay. 



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AT COMI^LIlrl, 

Hail, Moflwr most pore! 

Hail, Virgin renowii'dl 
Hdl, Queen, with the sten 

Ab a diidem erown'd! 
Above all the Angels 

In glorj nntolil. 
Standing next to the ^ng. 

In a vestnie of gold ! 

O Mother of mercy ! 

O Star of the wave I 
O Hope of the gnilty ! 

O Light of the grave I 
Through Thee may we come 

To the Haven of rest; 
And see Heaven's King 

In the courts of the Blest 



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THE DOIiXrULATE CONCEPTION. 307 



THE OQMMENDAIHm. 

These pmises and prayers 

I lay at thy feet, 
O Virgin of virgins I . 

O Mary most sweet! 
Be Thou my true guide 

Through this pilgrimage here, 
And stand by my side 

When death draweth near. 



OP HTMm PROM TBI OPPICB OP THB 
IMMACUIiATB CONCKPTION. 



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IKA8T OF THE FDBIEI0A3IQK QV THB ILn 
TISffljriCARI. , 

KbnaiyS. 



O SiQH I open wide thy gates; 

Let figures disiqppear; 
A Priest and Victim both in one. 

The Truth Himself is here. 

No more the simple flock shall bleed- 
Behold the Father's Son ! 

Himself to His own Altar comes 
For sinners to atone. 

Conscious of hidden Deity, 

The lowly Virgin brings 
Her new-bom Babe, with two yomig d 

Her tender ofierings. 

The hoary Simeon sees at last 

His Lord so long desbed, 
And hails, with Anna, Israel's hope, 

With Bidden rapture &ed. 



ASSUMPTIOll OF THE B. V. MARY. 317 



But flOenft knelt the Mother blest 

QftiieyetnlentWoid; 
And pondering all things in her heart, 

With qteechless praise adored. 

Praise to the Father and the Son; 

Praise to the Spirit be ; 
Praise to the blessed Three in One, 

Throogh all eternity. 



AST OF THE ASSUMPTION OF THE BLESSED 
VIBOINMARY. 

AugurtlS. 
O voa mtherei flamMU eivea, 

CE, O ye Spirits and Angels on high ! 

is day the pure Mother of Love 

Ath was set free ; and ascending the sky, 

welcomed by Jesus, with triumph and joy, 

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SACRED TEAR. 



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O Vir^ divine ! wliat treasores ai 
What power and splendor untol 

VTith flesh thou hadst clothed tl 
might; — 

He clothes Thee in turn with his i 
And a radiant vesture of gold. 

He, who on thy breast found nurti 

Is now thy ineffable Food ; 
And He, who from Thee in the flesl 
Now gives Thee, beholding his glc 
To drink from the fullness of G< 

Through thy Virginal womb wha 
come! 

What glories encompass thy thr 
Where next to {hy Son, thou sittei 
Exalted on high, above Angels an< 

Inferior to Godhead alone ! 

Then hear us, we pray, on this bie 

Remember we also are thine ; 
And deign for thy children with Je 
That He may forgive us, and grani 
His strength and protection divii 



HTMN TO ST. JOSEPH. 319 



All pniae to the Father, who chose for his Son 

A Mother, the daughter of Eye ; 
All iHraise to the glorious Child of her womb ; 
All pniae to the infinite Spirit, by Whom 

Her glory it was to conceive. 



HTKN FBOK THE RE8P0NS0RY OF SI. JOSEPH. 

QliticunfMe »anu§ viv^re. 

To all, who would holily live. 
To all, who would happily die, 

St. Joseph is ready to give 
Sure guidance, and help from on high. 

Of Mary the Spouse undefiled. 
Just, holy, and pure of all stain, 

He asks of his own Foster Child ; 
And needs but to ask to obtain. 

[Here the first stanza is repeated.] 

To all, who would holily live. 
To all, who would happily die, 

St Joseph is ready to give 
Sure guidance, and help from on high. 






820 aiOBSD TBAa. - 

&i the mangw ttift GfaDd he admed, 
And mmed Km in exile and ili^ 

nm, lost in Us beyfaood, deidored; 
And fband with amue and deH^ 

Toan,<f«. 

The Maker of Hesven and EarCh 
Bj the labor of Joee^ waa M; 

The Son by an infinite l^rth 
SnbmiflBive to Joseph was made. 

ToaU,4«. 

And when his last hour drew n^gh, 
Oh, Ml of all joy was his breast; 

Seeing Jesns and Mary dose by, 
As he tranqnilly slamber'd to rest 

To all, ifa. 

All praise to the Father above; 

All praise to fab glorious Son; 
All praise to tlie Spirit of love; 

While the days of eternity mn. 

TosU, <f«. 



HTMH to ST. FETER, 321 



r fB0K THE KESPONgfORY 0? ST. PBIER. 

c ye a Patron to defend 
our cause 9 — then, one and all^ 
tiout delay upon the Prince 
f the Apostles call. 

Blest Holder of the heavenly Keys ! 

Thy prayers we all implore: 
Unlock to us the sacred bars 

Of Heaven's eternal door. 

)enitential tears thou didst 
he path of life regain ; 
eh us with thee to weep our sins, 
nd wash away their stain. 

Blest Holder, ^, 

he Angel touch'd thee, and forthwith 
Thy chains from off thee fell ; 

h, loose us from the subtle coik 
That bind us fast to Hell. 

Blest Holder, <f«; 
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Firm Roek whereon the Chmdi k hei 

Pniar that eannot bend! 
With strength endae va; and the lU 

From heresy defend. 

Blest Holder, 4«. 

Save Rome, which from the days of o 
'niy blood hath sanctified; 

And help the nations of the earthy 
That in thy help confide. 

Blest Holder, i^. 

Oh, worshipp'd by all Christendom I 
Her realms in peace maintain ; 

Let no contagion sap her strength^ 
No discord rend in twain. 

Blest Holder, <f«. 

The wei^ns, which our aneieni ti^ 

Against us doth prepare, 
Crash thou ; nor snfier us to fid! 

Into his deadly snare. 

Blest Holder, <f«. 



HTIIN TO ST. PAUL. 323 



i throng life; and in that hour 
our last %ht draws nigh, 
lAh, o'er Hell, o'er Satan'a power, 
lathe victory. 

Bleat Holder, 4^ 

r to the Father be ; 
to the Son who rose ; 
» the Spirit Paraclete ; 
I age on ages flows. 

Blest Holder, <fc. 



OM THE RESPONSORY OP ST. PAUL 

PreMt wuUorum p&nd«re» 

4 ye who groan, beneath 

>ad of ills oppressed ! 

it St. Paul, and he will pray 

> Lord to give 3rou rest. 

> Victim, dear to Heaven ! 

> Paul, thou Teacher true ? 

)u love and joy of Christendom ! 
*o thee for help we sue. 



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Pfereed bj the fiame of lof«» 
Deseending fkom on high; 
Twos thine to preteh the Fd^ 1^ 
Thou Bonghtest to destroy. 

OVietioi,ifA 

Nor toil, nor threatened death. 
Nor tempest, econrge, or chain, 
Could from th' Aaaembly of the Sa 
lliy loving heart detahL 

O Victim, ^ 

Oh, by ftiat quenchless love 
Which burnt in thee of yore ! 
Take pity on our miseries ; 
Our Milting hope restore. 

O Victim, ^ 

True Champion of the Lord 1 
Crush thou the schemes of Hell ; 
And with adoring multitudes 
The sacred temples filL 

OVlBtim,<f«. 



wna TO 8T. PAUL. 325 



Tbraogli ihj pfeTaJling pfsyer, 
May Charity abound; 
Sweet Charity, which knows no Ul, 
Whieh nothing can confoand. 

To earth*B remoteat shores, 
May one same Faith extend; 
And thy epistles through all elimes 
Their blessed perfume send* 

Grant us the will and power 
To serve Thee, God of might! 
Lest wavering stUl, and unprepared. 
We sink in depths of night. 

O Victim, <f^ 

Praise to the Father be ; 
Praise to the Son who rose; 
Praise to the Spirit Paraclete; 
WMle age on ages flows. 

OVictiB, 4«. 



336 8AQBSD TBA&. 



HYMN FBOK THE RB9(PON8(»T 07 St. 
THE FIFTH. 

Belli tumtiltiu in§rmt, 

Wabs and tamults fill the earth ; 

Men the fear of God despise; 
Retribation, vengeance, wrath» 

Brood apon the angry sktes. 

Holy Pius ! Pope sublime I 
Whom, hi this most evil tim< 
Whom, of Saints in bliss, ca 
Better call to aid than thee? 

None more mightily than tkoa, 
Hath, by holy deed or word, 

Through the spacious earth beK>^ 
Spread the glory of the Lord. 

Holy Pius, cf«. 

Thine it wa», O Pontiff brave ( 
Pontiff of eternal Rome ! 

From barbaric yoke to save 
Terror-stricken ChristendoiB. 

Holy Pina, <f<Q. 



HTHJI TO ST. PIUS V. 327 



When Lepanto's Gulf beheld. 
Strewn upon its waters fair, 

Turkey's conntleas navy yield 
To the power of thy prayer : 

Holy Pius, cf«^ 

Who meanwhile, with prophet's eye, 
Didst the distant battle see ; 

And announce to standers by 
That same moment's victory. 

Holy Pius, cf^. 

Mightier now and glorified ! 

Hear the suppliant cry we pour ; 
Crush rebellion's haughty pride ; 

Quell the din of rising war. 

Holy Pius, dfa. 

At thy prayer may golden peace 
Down to earth descend again ; 

License, discord, trouble cease ; 
Justice, truth, and order reign. 

Holy Pins, <{«. 



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To the Lord cimikm dwfa. 

One Almighty Trinity; 
Sempitenuil gloiy, praise^ 

Honor, mighty nd UeMing In 



FEAST OP ST. STEPHEN fSE IBOIOIL 
December 96. 

Oquitiuimx 



O Captain of the Martyr Host ! 

O peerless in renown! 
Not from the fading flowers of € 

Weave we for thee a crown. 

The stones that smote thee, in t 
Made gloiions and divine. 

All in a halo heavenly bright 
About thy temples shine. 



FEAST OF ST. STEPHEN. 329 



The scan npon thy sacred brow 
Hitow befiiDB of glory round ; 

The q>lendorB of thy hmised &ce 
The very son confound. 

Oh, earliest Victim sacrificed 
To thy dear Victun Lord ! 

(Af earliest witness to the Faith 
Of thy Incarnate God ! 

Thou to the heavenly Canaan first 
Through the Red Sea didst go, 

And to the Martyrs' countless Host, 
Their path of glory* show. 

Erewhile a servant of the poor^ — 
Now at the Lamb's high Feast, 

In blood-empurpled robe array'd, 
A welcome nuptial guest ! 

To Jesus, horn of Virgin bright, 
Praise with the Father be ; 

Praise to the Spirit Paraclete, 
Through all eternity. 



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IRASI OF fine JQHH THE STAnOffiUBT. 



The life which God's Incanuite Word 
lived here below with noteii» 

Three blest EvangelistB zeeofd, • 
With Heaven-inaiHred pen : 

John penetimtee on eagle wing 

The Father's dread abode ; 
And shows the mystery wherein 

The Word snbsbts with God. 

Pure Saint ! upon his Saviour's breast 

Invited to recline, 
Twas thence he drew, in momenta blc 

His knowledge all divine : 

There too, with that angelic love 

Did he his bosom fill. 
Which, once enkindled from above, 

Breathes in his pages atilL 



FEAST OF ST. JOHN EVANGELIST. 331 



Oh, dear to Chiist !•— to thee upon 
His Cross, of all bereft, 

Hiou yirgin soul ! the Virgin Son 
Ifis Virgin Mother left. 

To Jesus, bom of Virgin bri^^ 
Praise with the Father be; 

Pndse to the Spirit Paraclete, 
Through all eternity. 



ANOTHER HYMN FOR THE SAME FEAST. 

Jm»s% tgranni fTO fidem 

An exile for the Faith 
Of thy Incarnate Lord, 
Beyond the stars, — ^beyond all q[Miee, 
Thy soul unprison'd soared: 

There saw in glory Him 
Who liveth, and was dead ; 
There Juda's Lion, and the Lamb 
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There of the Eingdoni lemii 
The myfteriee soUiiiier— 
How, sown in MeItyI^l blood, the I 
Should q^iead fnm ettme to dim 

There the new C%, betiied 
In her dear SponaeV light, 
Pore seat of bliaa, thy vfMt ww. 
And gloried in the d^ 

Now to the LarnVs dear fount, 
To drink of life their fill, 
Thoa callest all ; — O Lord, in me 
This blessed thirst instill 

To Jesns, Virgin bom, 
Praise with the Father be; 
Praise to the Spirit Paraelete, 
Through all eteraity. 



BTMll TO JBsas. 3S3 



HIlEKTOJBSOa 

OJssul our Redemption ! 

Loved and desired with tears ! 
God, of all worlds Creat<«! 

Man, in the close of years ! 

What wondrous i^ moved Thee 
To make our cause thine own ! 

And suffer death and torments, 
For sinners to atone ! 

O Thou, who piercing Hades, 
Thy captives didst unchain ! 

Who gloriously ascendedst 
Thy Father's Throne again ! 

Subdue our many evils 

By mercy all divine ; 
And comfort with thy presence 

The hearts that for Thee pine. 



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Be Thoa onr joj, O J< 
In whom our prize 

Always, ifarongfa all tli 
In Thee our glory I 



HTXN 10 THE HOLY 

Come, O Creator Sfnri 
Visit this soul of th 

This heart of thy ereai 
Fill Thou with gnu: 

Who Paraclete art cal 
The gift of God abc 

Pure Unction ! holy F 
And Fount of life a 



Finger of God's right 
The Father's promif 

Who sevenfold gifts h 
Who do«t the tongi 



HTMN TO THE HOLT GHOST. 335 



Poor love into our hearts ; 

Our senses touch witii light; 
Make strong our human fWiilty 

With thj supernal might 

Cast far our deadly Foe ; 

Thy peace in us fulfill ; 
So, Thee before us leading, 

May we escape each ill. 

The Father, and the Son, 

Through Thee may we receive ; 
In Thee, from Both proceeding. 

Through endless time believe. 

Praise to the Father be ; 

Praise to the Son who rose ; 
And praise to Thee, blest ^pfait! 

While age on ages flows. 



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HYMN I(ffi SDinui iDBinspa 



Agaih the Smiflbiy mom 
Calls QB to pimjer and praise ; 
WaUng our liearts to giatitads 
VnUi its eoliTeniiig njs, 

fiat Christ yet brighter shone, 
Quenching the morning beam 
When triumphing from death Hi 
And raised us up with HisL 

When first the world aprang £ 
In majesty array'd. 
And bathed in streams of purest 
What power was there diapla]! 

But oh, what love ! — ^when Chi 
For our transgressions slain. 
Was by th' Eternal Father raisec 
For UB to life again. 



HTMN WOR SUNDAY MORNINO. 337 



His new-created world, 
The mighty Maker view'd, 
"With thousand lovely thits adom'd; 
And straight pronounced it good. 

But oh ! maoh more He joy'd 
That self-same world to see, 
Wash'd in the Lamb's all-saving Blood, 
From its impniity. 

Nature each day renews 
Her beauty evermore ; 
Whence to God's hidden Majesty, 
The soul is taught to soar. 

But Christ, the Light of all. 
The Fatiier^s Image blest, 
Gives us to see our Grod Himself 
In Flesh made manifest. 

Blest Trinity ! vouchsafe 

That to thy guidance true. 
What Thou forbiddest, we may shun ; 

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HJior Of SI. nuNds xayh 

Mt God, I love Thee, not beoa 
I hope for Heaven thereby; 

Nor beoauae thej, who love Tb 
Must bum eternally. 

Thou, O my Jesoa, Thou didst 
Upon the Cross embrace ; 

For me didst bear the nails and 
And manifold disgrace; 

And griefs and torments nombe 

And sweat of agony ; 
E'en death itself— and all for oi 

Who was thine enemy. 

Then why, O blessed Jesa Chri 
Should I not love Thee well ; 

Not for the sake of winning He 
Or of escaping Hell : 



tCN OF St. FRANCIS XAVIER. 339 



wiih the hope of gaming ought ; 
>t seeking a reward ; 
as Thyself hast loved me, 
ever-loving Lord? 

so I love Thee, and will love, 
id in thy praise will sing ; 
ly because Thou art my Grod, 
id my eternal Eang. 



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t(iDits, ilnt^tmB, ki,, 



APPXOFBIATB TO 



lOULAR OCCASIONS OF DEVOTIOIT, 



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HYMNS, ANTHEMS. &c. 

OFBIATE TO PARTICULAR OOCAfaOSS OP 
3EV0TION, FROM VARIOUS 80UR0E8. 



HYMN. 
Tb Deum Umd t mu§ , 



7GUSTINB AND ST. AMBROSE PRAISE THE LORD. 

O Great God, we praise ! 

3, mighty Lord, we bless, 

md thy marvelloas and mysterious ways ! 

3 Omnipotent Lord, 

he rolling orbed worlds eonfess! 

3e the Archangels and high-throned Powers, 

The Cherubim, 

And Seraphim, 
aloud, with one accord, 

Evermore, 
^h Eternity's resplendent hours, . 



344 HTMN8, ANTHEMS, ETC 



In prostration lowly, 
** Holy, 
Holy, 
Holy is the 6^ whom we adore ! 
Holy is the Lord whose praise we a 
Heaven and Earth, O Everlasting Ki 

Are luminoiM with thy glory ! 
Thee the Patriarchs of olden story, 

Thee the Saints who have gone Ix 
Thee the Apostles and the Prophet-l 

Magnify in one perennial chorus ! 
And the white-robed Martyr-train wl 

Day and night, before thy throne. 
Hymn their Alleluias to Thee ! 

Nor all those alone — 
Thy Church — still militant on Earth 
And yet uncrowned with Victory's gold 
Ever loveth to upraise 
Her voice to Thee in canticles of pra 

Ever bends before thy shrines the 

Glorified be Thou, then endlessly. 

And thy coetemal Son, 

And the Holy Spirit, Three in Om 



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HTMN. 346 

m1 be Thou, Son of the livingf Father, 

», to save Man'R rebel race from Doom, 

no care to spare Thyself, but rather 

^ht with joy thy humble Handmaid's womb ! 

n — the Conqueror of the Tomb, 

a — ^the victor of Hell's legions, 

a art now the Lord of the Celestial 

Regions. 

at th^ right-hand of the One, Great, Good, 

Eternal Potentate — ^thy Sire, 

who hast redeemed us by thy costly blood, 

lie in our souls thy heavenly fire ! 

Ip thy saints, thy servants, and thine heirs, 

; naught, in Life or Death may seek to 

sever 

ory and thy blessedness from theirs, 

) hope to reign with Thee in Heaven for 

ever! 



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! HYicr. 

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\ (Tke Iblowteg Ttnkm it added am better ad^itei 
riagi^ Ikn Oal in the fleered Tear at p^e 9M.] 

Ye fiithful, approach ye, 
Joyfully triumphing ; 

Oh, come ye, oh, come ye, to Bethlehe 
Come and hehold ye * 
Born the King of angels : 
Oh, come, let us worship, 
Oh, come, let us worship. 

Oh, come, let us worship Christ the hi 

True God of God, 

True light of Light, 
Lo, He disdains not the Virgin*8 woml 

Very God, 

Begotten, not created : 
Oh, come, let us worship, &^, 

Sing Alleluia, 
Let the courts of Heaven 
Ring with the Angel-chorus, — 



THE MOST F&EOIOUS BLOOD. 847 



Pndae the Lord, 
Glory to God in the highest: 
Oh, come, let as worship, &c. 

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, 
Bom this happy moming ; 

JesQ, to Thee be glory given: 
Word of the Father 
In our flesh appearing : 

Oh, come, let us worship, &e. 



THE HOST PSECIOUS BLOOD.* 

Viva, viva Ch$u, 
[From the Raecolta dette JndtJgenxe,'} 

Hail, Jesus ! Hail ! who for my sake 
Sweet Blood from Mary's wounds didst take, 
And shed it all for me; 

?o all the fUthftil who say or sing this Hymn, Hti H61I* 
Pope Pins VII^ grants an Indulgenee of 100 daya: 
cable also to the souls in PurgatcMry. 



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O blessed be my SaTioni'i 
My life, my light, my onl} 
To all eternity. 

To endless ages let ns pn 
The Preeious Blood whos 

The world from wrath i 
Whose streams oar inwar 
And heal the sinner's won 

If he bnt bathe therein. 



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O sweetest Blood, that cai 
Pardon of God, and heave 

The heaven which sin h 
While Abel's blood for ve 
What Jesus shed still inte 

For those who wrong t 

O to be sprinkled from th< 
Of Christ's own sacred Bl 

Earth's best and highest 
The ministers of wrath di^ 
Hurt not the happy hearts 

With those rod dtty^ q1 



HTHN. 349 



Ah! there is joy amid the Saints, 
And hell's despairing courage fidnts 

When tins sweet song we raise : 
O louder then, and louder stUl, 
Barth with one mighty chorus flU, 

The Precious Blood to praiie! 



HYMN. . 

Rock of Ages, rent for me, 
Let me hide mysdf in Thee ; 
Let the water and the hlood. 
From thy riven side which flowed. 
Be of sin the double cure; 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 

Nothing in my hand I bring, 
Simply to thy Cross I cling : 
Naked come to Thee for dross, 
Helpless look to Thee for grace. 
Foal I to the Fountain fly; 
Wash me, JSIavionr, or I die. 



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HTHR8» AHTHXM8 



While I draw tfeds fleeti 
Wheo my eye-stiingB b 
When I Boar to worlds 
See Thee on thy jadgm 
Rock of Agea^ cleft for 
Let me hide myself in 1 



HTKN TO THE HOSl Bff. 

Have mercy on us^ God 
Have mercy upon me, 

Have mercy on us worm 
Most Holy Trinity I 



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Most ancient of all myst 
Before thy throne we ] 

Have mercy now, most d 
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When heaven and earth 
When time was yet m 

Thou in thy bliss and mi 
Didst Uve vmSl W« «i<c^ 



HTMN TO THX MOST HOLT TRINITY. 351 



Thoa wert not born, there was no fount 
From which thy Being flow'd ; 

Tliere is no end which Thoa canst reach : 
But Thou art simply God. 

How wonderfti] creation is, 

The work that Thou didst bless. 

And, oh ! what then raust Thou be like, 
Eternal Loveliness? 

How beautiful the Angels are. 
The Saints how bright in bliss ; 

But with thy beauty. Lord ! compared, 
How dull, how poor is this ! 

In wonder lost, the highest heavens, 
Mary, their queen, may see — 

If Mary is so beautiful, 
What must her Maker be ? 

No wonder Saints have died of love, 

No wonder hearts can break. 
Pure hearts that once have learned to love 

God for his own dear sake. 



862 HTMII8, ANTHEMSr XXO. 



O Majesty nrost beautiful ! 

Most Holy Trinity ! 
On Mary's throne we clknb to giel 

A far^flr sight of Thee. 

O listen then, Most Pitifitl ! 

To thy poor creature's heart ; 
It blesses Thee that Thou art God 

That Thou art what Thou artt 

Most aneient of all mysteries! 

Still at thy throne we He ; 
Have mercy now, most merciful. 

Most Holy Trinity! 



ASH-WEDNESDAT. 

** Remember, man, that thou art dus 
" And shalt to dust return i"^ — * 

Then place not in the world thy true 
Its joya delusive spurn ; 

* The words with which the priest distributefl 
to each. 



ASH-WEDNESDAY. 353 



*e thee for the mighty change 
endmg over all ; 

thy thoughts a loftier range-^ 
. to thy heavenward call. 

ays on which mankind record 
t Saviour's birth are gone : 

1 He comes to preach the word : 
humbler life is done. 

lirty years he show'd the humble how to 
ve: — 

how he arm*d Himself against the world 
) strive. 

m'd Him from the Jordan side, 
ought the lonely desert wide : 

communed with Himself and Grod; 
iied Himself, nor tasted food; 

overcame the tempter : there 
pared for his high ministry 
tting, solitude, and prayer; — 
m went to teach the world and die. 

would He have his followers spurn 
) pride of life, and thus prepare 
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To obey the call of heaven, and leam 
The grace of heaven itself to share. 

Shall we, the world has long beguiled, 
Refuse to fast, reftise to fly t 

Shall we, with hearts and souls defiled 
By earth and earth's iniquity. 

The fruit of all his sufferings implore, 

Yet, guilty, scorn to bear, what innoeei 
bore? 

No : let us hail the words that now 
Warn us against life's fleeting show. 
And bid our slothful souls arise — 
Prepare for nobler destinies — 
Prepare far holier tdms to embrace— 

And — scorning worldly hopes and prici 
Prepare, through Lent, to win the grace 

Of Easter and of Whitsuntide. 
^ Remember, man ! that thou art dost 

^ And shalt return to dust again ;"— 
Then let us strive, since die we must, 

To die with Christ, with Him to reigiL 



XHIIB XIBEN. S66 



JSBU8BISEN. 

Bymnfor Easter, 

0! dear Conqueror! all hail! 

lat a victory is Thine ! 

Bautifal thy strong appears, 

crimson wounds, how bright they Aine ! 

omest at the dawn of day ; 
ies of souls around Thee were, 
pirits, thronging to adore 
Flesh, so marvellous, so fair. 

erlasting Godhead lay 

uded within those Limbs Divine, 

t untenanted one hour 

. sacred Human Heart of Thine. 

^orshipp'd Thee, those ransom'd souls, 
1 the fresh strength of love set free, 
^orshipp'd joyously, and thought 
[ary while they looked on Th^. 



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Towards that sacred Flesh didsi 

And for the beatings of that Heart 
How ardently thy love did bum. 

They worshipped, while the beaate 
Paused by the Body's wounded 

Bright flashed the cave, — ^before th' 
The living Jesus Glorified. 

Down, down, all lofty things on ea 
And worship Him with joyous d 
O Sin I thou art outdone by love! 

Death! thou art discomfited ! 

Ye Heavens, how sang they in you: 
How sang the angelic choirs that 

When from His tomb the imprison' 
like the strong sunrise, broke a^ 

O I am burning so with love, 

1 fear lest I should make too free 
. Let me lie silent and adore 

Thy |^\on^«i Humanity* 



THE ASCENSION. 357 



^ ! now Thon sendest me sweet tears ; 

Fluttered with love, my si^Titii fkil^ — 
9^niat shall Isay? Thou know'st my heart ; 

All haiL! dear Conqueror! all hall! 



THE ASCENSION. 
A hfnmfor Jtseention T%ursdaif, 

Wht is thy fbee so lit with smiles, 

Mother of Jesns ! why ? 
And wherefore is thy beaming look 

So fixed upon the sky ? 

From out thine overflowing eyes 

Bright lights of gladness part. 
As though some gushing fount of joy 

Had broken in thy heart 

Mother ! how canst thou smile to-day t 

How can tiiine eyes be bright, 
When He, thy Life, thy Love, thine All, 

Hath vanish'd from thy ftighl^. \ 



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.a^rilverelo-afr*"*" 

The Etetn«l85f^ou went. 
, « the lessenwg ^"' 
Ana on flw» ' ^^ gwr. 
jj^ some teceau 6 

ViaJb awl'* *''*^' 

w«h*ouh«*toa'4«»o«^ 
T^, F«,t which tho^. 



TBB ASCENSION. M9 



He loved the Flesh thou gaveet Ifim, 

Beeanee it was from thee; 
He loved it» for it gave Him power 

To bleed and die for me. 

That flesh with its five witness Wounds 

Unto his throne He bore, 
For God to love, and spirits blest 

To worship evermore. 

YeftI He hath left thee, Mother dear! 

His throne is far above ; 
How canst thou be so full of joy 

When thou hast lost thy Love? 

O surely earth's poor sunshine now 
To thee mere gloom appears. 

When He is gone who was its li^ 
For Three-and^Thirty Years. 

Why do not thy sweet hands detain 

His Feet upon their way ? 
O wky doth not the Mother speak 

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Ah no ! ihy lo^e is rightfti 
From all self-Beeldng fin 

The change that is snch g; 
Can be no loss to thee ! 

ms sweet to feel our Say 
To feel his presence net 

Yet loyal love his glory h( 
A thousand times more 

Who would have known 1 
Our Jesus as we ought, 

If thou in varied joy and 
Hadst not that lesson tf 

Ah ! never is our love so ] 
As when refined by paii 

Or when Grod's glory upoi 
Finds in our loss its gai 

True love is worship : Mo 
O gain for us the light 

To love, because the creal 
Ib the CiQ&Uye'^ ri^t I 



BISE— aLORIOUS CONQUE&OB., RISE. 361 



SIBB-OLOBIOnS GONQBEROR, BSK 
Anathgr h§mm ftr Jttcmuitm T^lttrMiaf. 

Rise — gloiioas Conqueror, rise, 
Into thy native skies^ — 

Assume thy right : 
And where in many a fold 
The clouds are backward rolPd-^ 
Pass through those gates of gold, 

And reign in light ! 

Victor o'er death and hell ! 
Cherubic legions swell 
The radiant train : 
Praises all heaven inspire ; 
Each angel sweeps his lyre. 
And waves his wings of fire,— 
Thou Lamb once slain ! 

Enter, Incarnate God ! — 
No feet, but thine, have trod 
The serpent down : 



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Blow the full tnimpets, blow ! 
^^^der yon portals throw ! 
Saviour — triamphant — go, 
And take thy crown ! 

lion of Jadah — ^Hail ! — 
And let thy name prevail 

From age to age : 
Lord of the rolling years^-^ 
Claim for thine own the spheres, 
For Thou hast bought with team 

Thy heritage ! 

Yet — who are these behind. 
In numbers more than mind 

Can count or say- 
Clothed in immortal stoles, 
niumimng the poles — 
A galaxy of souls, 

In white array ? 

And then was heard afar 
Star answering to star-^ 
Lo \ ^koeft have come, 



OOBPUS CHRISTI. 363 



FoUowera of Hun, who gave 
Ifis life, their lives to save ; 
And now theur palms they wave, 
Brought safely home. 

Oh Lord ! ascend thy throne ! 
For Thou shalt rule alone 

Beside thy Sire, 
With the great Paraclete, 
The Three in One complete — 
Before whose awful feet 

All foes expire ! 



CORPUS CHEI8TL 

Jbsus ! 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? 
Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! 
O, make us love Thee more and nvot^V 



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Had I bnt Marf^ aiiitow Iietit 

To love the9 witti, my dearart Kbgl 
O with wbat bunts of fervent {miw 
Thy g[oodDe«B» Jeeua, would I dng! 
Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore! 
O, make us love Thee moro and mc 

see ! within a creature's hand 
The vast Creator deigns to be» 

Reposing infbnt-like, as though , 
On Joseph's arm, or Mary's knee. 
Sweet Sacrament! we Thee adore ! 
O, make us love Thee more and m< 

Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead, all! 
O mystery of love divine ! 

1 cannot compass all I have. 

For all Thou hast and art are mine ! 
Sweet Sacrament! we Thee adore I 
O, make us love Thee more and m< 

Sound, sound his praises higher atOl, 
And come, ye angels to our aid, 

Tis God! 'Tis God! the very God 
Wlioae \nmet both man and angels n 



CORFUB CHRISTI. 365 



Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! 
O, make U9 love Thee more and more ! 

Ring joyously, ye solemn bells ! 

And wave, O wave, ye censers bright ! 
'TIS Jesus cometh, Mary's Son, 

And God of God, and Light of light ! 
Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! 
O, make us love Thee more and morel 

O earth ! grow flowers beneath his feet. 

And thou, O sun, shine bright this day ! 
He comes ! He comes ! O Heaven on earth ! 
Our Jesus comes upon his way ! 
Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! 
O, make us love Thee more and more ! 

He comes ! He comes ! The Lord of Hosts, 

Borne on his throne triumphantly ! 
We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord; 
And yearn to shed our Blood for Thee. 
Sweet .Sacrament ! we The adore ! 
O, make us love Thee more and mcyc^\ 



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Onr hearts leap up ; our trembliiig m 

Grrows fainter still ; we can no mo 

Silence ! and let us weep— and die 

Of very love, while we adore. 

Ghreat Sacrament of love divine '■ 

All, all we have or are be thine ! 



ECCE AGNUS DEL 

Behold the Lamb ! 
Oh ! Thoa for sinners slain^ — 
Let it not be in vain, 

That Thoa hast died : 
Thee for my Saviour let me take^ — 
Thee, — Thee alone my refnge make, 

Thy pierced side I 

Behold the Lamb I 
Into the sacred flood, 
Of thy most precious blood 



ECGS AGNUS DEI. 367 



Wash me and make me pure and clean, 
Uphold me through life's changeful scene, 
Till all be past! 

Behold the Lamb ! 
Arehangela^ — ^fold your wings^ — 
Seraphs* — ^hush all the strings 

Of million lyres: 
The Victim, veU'd on earth, in lover-* 
Unveil'd*— enthroned^ — adored above, 

All heaven admires I 

Behold the Lamb ! 
Drop down, ye glorious skiesr— 
He dies, — ^He dies^— He dies^ — 

For man once lost! 
Yet lo ! He lives^ — ^He livesr— He livesr* 
And to his church Himself He gives* — 

Incarnate Host! 

Behold the Lamb ! 
All haU,— Eternal Word !-- 
Thou universal Lord, — 

Purge out our leaven : 



868 HTIOfS, ANTHEXS, BTO. 



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Clothe us with godliness and good. 
Feed us with thy celestial food, — 
Manna from heaven ! 

Behold the Lamb ! 
Saints, wr^t in blissfU rest^ — 
Souls, — ^waiting to be blest,-^ 

Oh ! Lord, — ^how long ! 
Thou church on earth, o'erwhelm'd wl 
Still in this vale of woe and tears, 

Swell the full song. 

Behold the Lamb ! 
Worthy is He alone. 
To sit upon the throne 

Of God above ! 
One with the Ancient of all days<— 
One with the Paraclete in praise^ — 

All light,— all love! 



90NA NOBIS PACEM. 369 



DONA NOBIS FACEE 

Blessed Lamb — on Calvary's monntain 
Slain to take our sins away, 

Let the drops of that rich fountain 
Our tremendous ransom pay : 
Sacred Saviour! Sacred Saviour! 
Lowly at thy feet we pray. 

Blessed Lamb— vouchsafe us pardon, 
In thy love our souls confide : 

By thy groans within the garden. 
By the death which Thou hast died — 
Let thy Passion — ^let thy Passion 
Evermore with us abide ! 

So shall Peace — sweet Peace be given, 

Purchase of thy precious pain ; 
So shall earth but lead to heaven, 

Since for us the Lamb was slain ! 

Dear Redeemer ! Dear Redeemer! 

Thou canst not have died in vain. 

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HTMN TO THS INFAFF JBSUa 

Dbab litde One! how sweet Hun 
Thine eyee how bright they ehiiii 

So bright they ahnoiit seem to i^ea 
When MfnfB look' meett thhu! 

How feint and feeble is thy cry, 
like plaint of harmless dove. 

When Thou dost mnrmnr in thy eli 
Of sorrow and of love. 

When Mary bids Thee sleep thou b 
Thou wakest when she calls; 

Thou art content upon her lap, 
Or in the nigged stalls. 

Simplest of Babes ! with what a gi 
Thou dost l^y Mother's will ; 

Thine infant fiishions well betray 
The QodheaA'^ h\dd«xi skill 



HTHN TO THB INFANT JSSUS. 371 



When Joseph takes Thee in his aims, 
And smooths thy little eheek, 

Thou lookest up into his fiioe 
So helpless and so meek. 

Yes ! Thon art what Thou seem'st to be, 
A thing of smiles and tears; 

Yet Tfiou art God, and heaven and earth 
Adore Thee with their fears. 

Yes! dearest Babe! those tiny hands, 

That play with Mary's hair, 
The weight of all the mighty worid 

This very moment bear. 

While Thou art clasping Mary's neek 

In timid tight embrace, 
The boldest Seraphs veil themselves 

Before thine infant Face. 

When Mary hath appeased thy thirst, 

And hush'd thy feeble cry, 
The hearts of men lie open still 

Before thy slumbering eye. 



378 HTMMS, AHTHaBKB, STa 



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Art Thou, weak Babe, my very Go 
Oh I must love Thee then, 

Love Thee, and yearn to spread tiii 
Among forgetftd men. 

O dear! O wakefuUhearted Child! 

Sleep on, dear Jeans ! sleep ; 
For Thou must one day wake for o 

To suffer and to weep. 

A Scourge, a Cross, a cruel Crown 
Have I in store for Thee ; 

Yet why? one little tear, O Lord, 
Ransom enough would be. 

But no ! death is thine own sweet ^ 
The price decreed above ; 

Thou wilt do more than save our s< 
For Thou wilt die for love. 



MT GOD AND MY ALL. 373 



¥Y GOD AND MY ALL. 
Deu9 wuuM et owutim. 

While Thou, O my God, art my help and de- 
fends, 
No cares can o'erwhelm me, no terrors appall ; 
The wiles and the snares of this world will but 
render 
More lively my hope in my God and my all 

Yes ; Thou art my refuge in sorrow and danger ; 

My strength when I suffer ; my hope when I 
fall; 
My eomfort and joy in this land of the stranger ; 

My treasure, my glory, my Grod, and my all. 

To Thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without 
ceasing. 
Though grief may oppress me, or sorrow 
befall ; 
And love Thee, till death, my blest spirit re- 
leasing, 
Secures to rae Jesus, my God and my all. \ 



374 



And when Thou dmiMmdiwi UmlShTi 
given. 
With joy will I answer thy OMfoiM a 
And qmi Thee on etrth, but to find 
hesveo. 
My portion for ever, my God and aqr i 



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pPfydi^l WM i rttw] 



Cbeator I^Mrit, by whose 
The worid*s fonndationB first wen 
Come visit every pious mind ; 
Come poor thy joys on hnmsn kii 
From sin and sorrow set ns free. 
And make thy tem]^ wortl^ Tb 

O sooree of nncreated Ugiit, 
The Father'a promised Paiaelolo! 
Thfiee holy fonnt, thriee holy fira^ 
Our hearts with heavenly lovo inf 



HTMN. 376 



bhj aaored nnclaoii bring, « 
us while we sing. 

f graee, descend from high, 

sevenfold energy ! 

jrth of his Almighty hand, 

^er does heaven and earth command 

Spirit, our defence, 

he gift of tongues dispense, 

st thy gift with eloquence ! 

purge our earthly parts : 
flame and fire our hearts : 
i help, our voice control — 
senses to the soul : 
•ebellious they are grown, 
ly hand, and hold them down. 

our minds th* mfernal foe, 
the fruit of love, bestow ; 
ur feet should step astray, 

guide us in the way. 

3rnal truths receive, 
e all that we beUeve : 



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376 HTMNS, AMTHBMS, BTO. 



Give us Thyself, that we may m 
The Father, and the Son, by Tb 

Immortal honor, endless fame. 
Attend the Almighty Father's n 
The Saviopr Son be glorified. 
Who for lost man's redemption 
And equal adoration be, 
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee I 



HYMN. 

Diesirm, di$a ilia, 
[Oaahaw^ Truulation.] 

Hear'st thoa, my sou], what seric 
Both the Psalm and Sybil sings. 
Of a sure Judge, from whose shar 
The world in flames shall pass aw 

O that fire ! before whose &ce. 
Heaven and Earth shall find no ph 
O these eyes ! whose angry light 
Must \)^ \hQ dK^ of that dread nig^ 



HTMN. 377 



O that trump ! whose blast shall run 
An even round with th' circling sun, 
And urge the murmuring graves to bring 
Pale mankind forth to meet his King. 

Horror of nature, hell and death ! 
When a deep groan from beneath 
Shall cry, ** We come ! we come I" and all 
The caves of night answer one call. 

O that book ! whose leaves so bri^t, 
Will set the world in severe light : 
O that Judge ! whose hand, whose eye, 
None can endure— yet none can fly. 

Ah ! thou poor soul, what wilt thou say ? 
And to what patron choose to pray ? 
When stars themselves shall stagger, and 
The most firm foot no more than stand. 

But thou givest leave, dread Lord, that we 
Take shelter from Thyself in Thee ; 
And, 'with the wings of thine own dove, 
Fly to the sceptre of soft love. 



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Dew Loard, ramember in tiial 4if 
Who was tt# ew— Tbon ftfwrt ikk 
Thy flheep WM«tnqr'4>i>d thou wfm 
Even kMl ThjMtf in MekiBf 



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ShaU all that kboiv all th«t eoi* ^ 
Of love, and even that loaa, he hMt t^ 
And thia loved aoul, jndged worthiM 
Than all that way and weariaeeat 

Jast meiey, then, thy reekonfaig be 
With my price, and not with me ; 
Twas paid at first with too much pai 
To be paid twice, or once in vain. 

Mercy, my Judge, mercy I ery, 
With blushing cheek, and bleeding • 
The oonsdouB colors of my ain* 
Are red without, and pale within. 

Oh ! let thine own soft bowela pay 
Thyself^ and so discharge that day ; 
If ain can sigh, love can forgive >— • 
Ohl say the worcli my soul shall livfl 



HYMN. 



379 



Thos^ mercies which thy Mary found, 
Or who thy cross confessed and crown'd, 
Hope tells my heart the Ame loves be 
Still alive, and still for me. 

Though both my prayers and tears combine, 
Both worthless are ; for they are mine : 
But Thou thy bounteous self still be, 
And show Thou art by saving me. 

Oh ! when thy last frown shall proclaim 
The flocks of goats to folds of flame, 
And all thy lost sheep found shall be, 
Let, " Come, ye blessed," then call me. 

When the dread " Ite,"* shall divide 
Those limbs of death from thy left side. 
Let those life-speaking lips command 
That I inherit thy right hand. 

Oh ! hear a suppliant heart, all crush'd 
And crumbled into contrite dust ; 
My hope ! my fear ! my Judge ! my fiiend 
Take charge of me, and of my end. 

•M Depart fbon." 



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THS DAT OF JUDGMENT: 
jdS« tr«, «w tfta. 

Lo ! He comes with clouds desc 

Once for fiivor^d sinners slain 
Thousand — ^thousand saints atte 

Swell the triomph of his teain 

Alleluia! Alleluia! 

Jesus Christ shall ever reign ! 

S£e the universe in motion, 
Sinking on her funeral pyre^ 

Earth dissolving, and the ocean 
Vanishing in final fire : — 
Hark, the trumpet ! Hark, tiie 
Loud proclaims that Day of I 

Graves have yawnM in counties 
From the dust the dead arise : 

Millions, out of silent slumbers, 
Wake in overwhelmed surpris 
Where creation, — ^Where crei 
Wreck'd and torn in ruin lies 



THE DAT OF JUDGMENT. 381 



See the Judge our nature wearing, 

Pnre, inefiSible, divine : — 
See the great Archangel bearing 

High in heaven the mystic sign : 

Cross of Glory ! Cross of Glory ! 

Christ be in that moment mine ! 

See Redemption,''' long expected, 
In transcendant pomp appear^— 

All his saints, by man rejected, 
Throng in gaLring legions n«.r: 
Melt, ye mountains ! Melt, ye mountains ! 
Into smoke, — for God is here ! 

Every eye shall then behold Him 

Robed in awful majesty : — 
Those that set at naught, and sold Ifim, 

Pierced and nail'd Him to a tree, — 

Deeply wailing, — Deeply wailing, 

Shall the true Messiah see ! 

Lo ! the last long separation ! 
As the cleaving crowds divide ; 

* Romans viii. S3. 



38S HTMNS, AMTHEMS, EVO. 



And one dread adjadication 
Sends each soul to either side ! 
Lord of mercy ! Lord of merey ! 
How shall I that day abide ! 

Oh ! may thine own Bride and Spirit 
Then avert a dreadful doom, — 

And me summon to inherit 
An eternal blissful home : — 
Ah ! come quickly ! Ah ! come qnii 
Let thy second Advent come ! 

Yea, Amen ! Let all adore Thee 
On thine amaranthine throne ! 

Saviour, — ^take the power and glory, 
Claim the kingdom for thine own ! 
Men and angels: Men and angels, 
Kneel and bow to Thee alone ! 



THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 383 



THE nOCACULATE CONCEPTION. 

Snu lobe Coneepta, 

O PUREST of creatures 1 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 ! 

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 t^ Sea ! 

The Church doth what Grod had first taught her 

to do; 
He look'd o'er the world to find hearts that were 

true; ^^ 



384 HYMNS, ANTHEMS, ETC. 



Throagh the ages He look'd, and He found non 

but thee, 
And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star o 

the Sea! 

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

Earth gave Him one lodging ; 'twas deep in th; 

breast. 
And God found a home where the sinner find 

rest; 
His home and his hiding-place, both were in the( 
He was won by thy shining, sweet Star of th< 

Sea! 

O blissful and calm was the wonderful rest 
That thou gavest thy God in thy virginal breast 
For the Heaven He left He found Heaven in that 
And He shone in thy shining, sweet Star of th 
Seal 



THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 385 



To sinners what comfort, to angels what mirth, 
That God foimd one creature unfallen on earth, 
One fi^ot where his Spirit untrouhled could be, 
The depths of thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea ! 

So age after age in the Church hath gone round, 
And the Saints new inventions of homage have 

found. 
New titles of honor, new honors for thee. 
New love for thy shining, sweet Star of the Seat 

And now from the Church of all lands thy dear 
name 

Comes borne on the breath of one mighty ac- 
claim; 

Men call on their father, that He should decree 

A new gem to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea ! 

O shine on us brighter than ever, then, shine ! 
For the primest of honors, dear Mother! is 

thine ; 
" Conceived without sin," thy new title shall be. 
Clear light from thy birth-spring, sweet Star of 

the Sea ! 
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386 HTMN8, ANTHEMS, ETC. 



So worship we Qod in these rnde latter days; 
So worship we Jesus oar Love, when we praise 
Ifis wonderful grace in the gifts He gave thee, 
Hie gift of clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea 

Deep night hath come down on us, Mother ! dee 

night, 
And we need more than ever the guide of tl 

light; 
For the darker the night is, the brighter should b 
Thy beautiful shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 



THE ASSUMPTION. 

Sing, sing, ye Angel Bands, 
All beautiful and bright ; 

For higher still, and higher. 
Through the vast fields of light, 

Mary, your Queen, ascends, 
like the sweet moon at night 



THE ASSUMPTION. 387 



A fairer flower than she 
On earth hath never been ; 

And, save the Throne of God, 
Your heavens have never seen 

A wonder half so bright 
As your ascending Queen. 

O happy Angels ! look, 

How beautiful she is I 
See ! Jesus bears her up, 

Her hand is lock'd in his; 
O who can tell the height 

Of that fair Mother's bliss ? 

And shall I lose thee then, 
Lose my sweet right to thee ? 

Ah ! no — the AngePs Queen 
Our mother still will be. 

And thou, upon thy throne. 
Wilt keep thy love for me. 



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ROSA ICTSnCA. 

Rose of the Cross, thou mystic floi 

I lift my heart to thee : 
In every melancholy hour, 

Mary ! remember me. 

A wanderer here, through many a ^ 
Where few their way can see — 

Bloom with thy fragrance on thy cl 
Mary ! remember me. 

Let me but stand where thou hast i 
Beside the crimson tree ; 

And by the water and the blood, 
Mary ! remember me. 

There let me wash my sinful soul, 
And be from sin set free ; 

Drawn by thy love, by grace made 
Maxy I imember me. 



TURRIS EBURNEA. 389 



Be thy blest Son my all in all. 

To Whom for life I flee ; 
And when before his feet I ftll — 

Mary ! remember me. 

Lead me for ever to adore 

The glorious One in Three ; 
And whilst I tremble more and more, 

Mary! remember me. 

Rose of the Cqoss, thon thomless flower, 

May I thy follower be ; 
And when temptation wields its power, 

Mary ! remember me. 



TURRIS EBURNEA. 

Daughter of David, ever fair. 

In all thy gentle power, 
Oh ! let me find thy gradons care 
An Ivory Tower \ 



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Created by the King of kiiigi 

To be his own aboday— > 
Beneath the shadow of his winga, 
Mother of God I 

For this to thee in eaeh diatraaa 

As shelter man may ran, 
And throngfa thee hasten on to Ue 
Thy gloiiooa Son. 

Defend me then in thine embiaee, 
Where safety blends with rest, 
To make my paradise of graee 
Thy virgin breast 

Beauty of women ! Matchless Mai^ 

Immaculate, sublime ; 
When death in lowly dust hath lai< 
All towers of time, — 

Thy light impearl'd in bliss shall g: 

And I will look to thee^— 
For thou hast been in weal and wo 



FCBDE&IS ARCA. 391 



lORDSKIB ABCA. 

Holt of holies 1 rend tlie veil 

Before thy throne of gold ; 
Ark of the CoTenaat, all haily— 

The Virgm we behold ! 

Bright cherubim and seraphim, 

In one mysterious crowd, 
Expand the everlasting hymn 

That rolls firom cloud to cloud. 

Odors, in folds of fragrant fumes. 

Pervade the ravish'd skies; 
Whilst angels form, with arching plumes, 

A firmament of eyes !* 

They gaze, and as they gaze, they shine. 

And as they shine, admire. 
With adoration all divine^ — 

All love, — all life, — all fire ! 

«Ezek.L18-»:x.lS. ApociO. It. 9. 



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No temple there is made with han< 
By human priesthood trod ; 

Alone the once-slain Victim stands 
The Uving Lamb of God! 

To Him the Blessed Mary prays. 
With Him she intercedes ; 

The Church, around her, homage p 
For whom her mercy pleads. 

Oh ! that on earth we yet may beai 
A part with those above ; 

And mingling oft in spirit there, 
Be swallow'd up of love. 



JANUA COELL 

Gate of immortal bliss,— 
Whose sweet celestial ray 

Comes shining o'er the vast abyss, 
TVvat acvcta m^\. itwa. da.^, — 



JANUA OCELI. . 398 



My soul uofiirls her wings 

To soar aloft to thee^ — 
And fhr removed from earthly things, 

Adores thy mystery. 

The prophet saw that fane 

Of heavenly beauty fair, 
Where Deity itself would deign 

To find a dwelling there : 

One portal stood alone,* 

Of peeriess pearl its frame : 
There would the Lord ascend his throne, 

And Mary was its name. 

All hail, thou Matchless Maid ! 

An entrance make for me, — 
Where He in glory is display'd 

Who came to us through thee. 

By all, and more than mothers know 

In their maternal state, — 
By all thy vigils, tears, and woe, 

Thyself immaculate ; — 

•BnkUlxliT.1,1. 



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Thou Virgin Queen of earth and he 
Present me to thy Soo^ — 

Thrt every an may be foigivw 
And a fresh trophy won. 



STELLA ICATUTIN A. 

Star of the Morning, like an eye 

That beams upon the brow of lov 
Oh ! let thy lustrous radiancy 
Shine firom above ! 

Crown of the opening day of days, 
When Jesus as an infant smiled; 
Teach every heart aright to praise 
Thy holy Child ! . 

Brightness of beauty, — ^Diadem 
Of nature rising out of night; 
Lamp of the church ! her Bridal Gen 
YouTiUvoL of light ! 



DOKUB AURBA. 395 



Glory of that celestial zone 

Amnged by Grod in dread anmy« — 
A galaxy aroaiid Ida throne 
Of aaintB that pray; 

Centre, and aoarce of endleaa grace 

For those, who on thee hnmbly call 
Wiih the bright visions of thy &ee 
niomine all I 

Star of the Morning, like an eye 

That beams upon the brow of love ; 
Oh ! let thy lustrous radiancy 
Shine fh)m above ! 



DOMUS AUBSA. 



Ljort! Light! Infinite Light! 

The mountains melted away : 
Ten thousand thousand seraphim Imght 

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396 BTlCtt, AMTHBIIS, ETC. 



For Grod was there, and beneath his feet 
A pavement of 8iq>phire8 glow'd,* 

As the mirror of glory tranacendantly m< 
To reflect his ovm abode I 

Love ! Love ! Infinite Love ! 

The lowly Lady of grace 
Bows underneath the overshadowing Do\ 

Her eternal Son to- embrace! 
For God is there, the Ancient of Days, 

An Infant of human years : 
Whilst angels around them incessantly g 

And nature is wrapt in tears ! 

Peace ! Peace ! Infinite Peace ! 

A Grolden House hath it found. 
Whose ineffable beauty must ever increa 

With immortality crown'd ! 
For God was there, the Lord of the skief 

Whose loud alleluias ran, 
From heaven to earth, — as Emmanuel lie 

In the arms of Mary for man ! 



ALL SAINTS I 397 



ALLSAIinS! 

Head of the Hosts in glory I 
We joyfully adore Thee,— 

Thy church on earth below, 
Blending with those on high,— 
Where through the azure sky 
Thy saints in ecstasy, — 

For ever glow! 

Armies of God ! in union 

With us, through one communion, 

Pour forth sweet prayers: 
Our souls in love embrace, — 
Around the Saviour's fece, — 
And ask his special grace 

To soothe our cares. 

Offer those golden vials* 
Of odors, — for our trials, — 
Before the throne : 

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HTMNB, ANTH] 



Till God the Fath 

On us, — ^though m 

Now counted witi 

Through Chn 



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Then raise the soi 
To dissipate our s 

Along this va 
We wend our wea 
Up towards the re 
And watch, — and ' 

Constant in f( 



Holy Apostles ! b< 
With radiance brig 

From diademfi 
Call on the awful ] 
That we, through 1 
The gospel may pi 

In every hour 



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Martyrs ! — ^whose i 
March o'er yon hea 



Wave— wave your banoei*— wne 
Your God — our Saviour, eIbtb 
For Death itaelf a grwtor- 
In hell profoondl 

Sunta! — in fair circles, casting 

^h trojfluerj everlasting 

At J aau'a pierced teet, — 

Amidat our mile nlarTDs, 

StretiA fortii youreonqaeringanm 

That we too, safe from faanna, 
In heaven may meetl 

Virpna ! — in bKas transcendent, 
Whose curonals resplendent 

Unwithering bloom; 
Ex all, in teiiaeleaa lays, 
Him whom nil AntheiSB pnlae^ 
And oFt our spirits raise 

With your peifame 1 

Angela — Archangelsl glorious 

Guards of the cliurcli vietorioiw 1 

Wordiip the I^mbl 



100 HYMNS, ANTfiEIES, ETC. 



Crown Him with crowns of ligfaty 
One of the Three by right, — 
Love, — Majesty,— and Might« — 
The Great I AM! 



LADYOPLORETTOr 

Hail, holy Virgin? Mary—Hailf 
Whose tender mercies never fail ; 
Mother of Christ, of grace divine. 
Of purity the spotless shrine, — 
Mother of God, with virtues crown'd 
Most faithful — ^pitiful — renown'd 
Deign from thy throne to look on m< 
And hear my mournful Litany. 

Mirror of justice, and of joy, 
Wisdom itself without alloy; 
Vessel of honor, and of grace. 
Beholding Jesus face to face : 
Mystical Rose of rich perfume^-^ 
Beauty of \)Q8raLtLe&, bathed in bloom : 



LADY OF LORETTO ! 401 



Deign from ihy throne to look on me, 
And hear my solemn Litany. 

Thou Ivory Tower, beyond compare, 
like that of David, yet more rare ; 
Palace of peace, and House of Grold, 
Ark of the Covenant of old; — 
Gate of that heaven beheld afiir. 
And of dark night the Morning Star: 
Deign from thy throne to look on me. 
And listen to my Litany. 

Health of the weak, to make them strong, 
Refuge of sinners, and their song ; 
Comfort of each afflicted breast. 
Haven of hope in realms of rest; — 
Queen of the patriarchs gone before, 
Light of the prophets' learned lore : 
Deign from thy throne to look on me. 
And hear my lowly Litany. 

Queen of the thousand thousand quires, 
Where angels sweep unnumbered lyres; 
Queen of apostles, where they reign 
Assessors to the Lamb once sbiTi; 

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408 HTMNB, AKTWatB, BTC. 



Queen of the martyrs — ^whero they 
In raiment whiter wash'd than snoi 
Queen of all virgins, look on me, 
And listen to my litany. 

Lead me, oh ! lead me to thy Son, 
To taste and feel what He has dom 
To lay me low before his cross, 
And reckon all besides as dross ; 
To speak, and think, and will, and i 
And love, as thou wouldst have me 
Oh! look upon this bended knee, 
And hear my heart's own Litany. 



HYMN TO OUR BLESSED LADY. 

FOE THE SOULS IN PUEeATOEl 

O TURN to Jesus, Mother ! turn. 
And call Him by his tenderest nami 

Pray for the Holy Souls that bum 
TV\\a \vowx «m\!i \K^ <:.WiiBui^ flamei 



HTMN TO OUii BLESSED LADY. 403 



Ah ! they have fought a gallant %fat ; 

In death's cold arms they persevered ; 
And after life's uncheery night 

The harbor of their rest is near'd. 

In pains beyond all earthly pains, 
Favorites of Jesns ! there they lie, 

Letting the fire wear oat their stains, 
And worshipping Grod's pnrity. 

Spouses of Christ they are, for He 
Was wedded to them by his blood ; 

The faiihfal Cross their trysting-tree. 
Their marriage-bed its hallow'd wood. 

They are the children of thy tears ; 

Then hasten. Mother ! to their aid ; 
In pity think each hoar appears 

An age while glory is delay'd. 

See, how they bound amid their fires, 
While pain and love their spirits fill ; 

Then with self-crucified desires 
Utter sweet murmurs, and Ue MilL 



404 HTHNS, ANTHEMS, ETC. 



Ah idq! the love of Jesus yearns 
O'er that abyss of sacred pain. 

And as He looks his Bosom bams 
With Calvary's dear thirst again. 

O Mary ! let thy Son no more 
His lingering Spouses thus expei 

Grod's children to their Grod restore 
And to the Spuit his eleet. 

Pray then, as thou hast ever pray'd 
Angels and Souls, all look to the 

God waits thy prayers, for He hath 
7?hose prayers his law of charity. 



EVENING HYMN TO THE BLB88H) VI 
[By a Sister of Charity.] 

At evening's silent hour, 
When faint shadows rest on the silent i 
When the winds are hush'd, and the 
gleams, 



LADY ! STAB. OF BRIGHTEST RAY. 405 



Unto thy shrine I come, 
7ith a heavy heart by danger pressed, 
.8 the trembling Dove which had fled its nest, 

O Dulcis Maria, hear. 

Receive the stricken one, 
rom the guilt of sin, and the threatening foe, 
^h ! protect thy child, and thy love bestow, 

Virgo Maria andi ! 



LADY ! STAR OF BRIGHTEST RAY. 
[From the Spanish.] 

Lady ! star of brightest ray. 

Which this world of darkness goides, 
Light thy pilgrim on hi.-, way, 

For his soul in thee confides ! 

Thou art like the fragrant bough 
Of the beauteous cassia-tree — 

Like the orient myrrh art thou. 

Whose sweet breath is worthy thee. 



406 HTMNS, AHTHEMS, BTO. 



Lady ! when the safferer mouins, 
Tis to thee he bends his eye : 

*Tis to thee the sinner turns, 
Virgin of the cloudless sky ! 

Thee has Wisdom's Son compared 
To the towering cedar-trees ; 

And the church which thon dost goard, 
To Mount Sion's cypresses. 

Thou art like the palm-trees green, 
Which their richest fruits have given. 

Thou the olive — radiant queen ! 
Blooming in the bower of heaven. 

Brightest planet of the sea, 
Dazzling gate in heaven'n abode — 

Virgin in the agony, 
Mother, daughter, spouse of Grod I 

Though the curse that Eve had brougfal 
O'er her children, threatening stood, 

All the evils that she wrought, 
Leydy ! thou hast tum'd to good. 



HTMN TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL. 429 



! pray for thy children, and guard and defend 

them, 
Old ask of our Father, thy Maker, that we 
f faithfally serve Him, — ^may love and adore 

Hun 
a heaven, sweet Angel ! uniting with thee. 

Oh ! fondly watch o'er as, &c. 



HYMN TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL 
[For Children.] 

Dear Angel ! ever at my side. 

How loving must thou be 
To leave thy home in Heaven to gnard 

A little child like me. 

Thy beautiful and shining face 

I see not, though so near ; 
The sweetness of thy soft low voice 

I am too deaf to hear. 



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406 HYMNS, ANTHEMS, ETC. 



7. Mother of God ! let my poor love 
A mother's prayers and pity move. 

8. Oh Mary, when I come to die, 

Be thou, thy spouse, and Jesus iii| 

9. When mut« before the Judge I atf 
My holy shield be Mary's band. 

10. Oh Mary! let no child of thhie 
In hell's eternal exile pine. 

11. If time for penance still -be mine. 
Mother, the precious gift is thine. 

12. Thou, Mary, art my hope and life, 
The starlight of this earthly strife. 

13. Oh, for my own, and others' sin, 
Do thou, who canst, free pardon v 

14. To sinners all, to me the chief, 
Send, Mother, send thy kind reliei 

16. To thee our love and troth are gi\ 
Pray for us, pray, bright Gate of I 



MONTH OF MAY. 409 



6. Sweet Day-Star ! let thy beaaty be 
A light to draw my soul to thee. 

7. We love thee, light of sinners' eyes ! 
O let thy prayer for ednners rise. 

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8. Look at us, Mother Mary ! see 

How piteonsly we look to thee. 

9. I am thy slave, nor would I be 

For worlds from this sweet bondage free. 

0. Oh Jesus, Joseph, Mary, deign 
My soul in heavenly ways to train. 

1. Sweet Stewardess of God, thy prayers 
We beg, who are God's ransom'd heirs. 

2. Oh Virgin-bom ! Oh Flesh Divine ! 
Cleanse us, and make us wholly thine. 

3. Mary, dear Mistress of my heart, 
What thou wouldst have me do impart 

4. Thou, who wert pure as driven snow. 
Make me as thou wert here below. 



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410 HTMNS, ANTHEMS, BTO. 






25. Oh Queen of Hesven 1 obtain for nw 
Thy glory there one day to see. 

26. O then and there, on that bright day, 
To me thy womb's chaste Fruit disphiy. 

27. Mother of Grod I to me no less 
Vouchsafe a mother's sweet caress. 

28. Be love of thee, my whole life long, 
A seal upoD my wayward tongue. 

29. Write on my heart's most sacred core 
The five dear Wounds that Jesus bore. 

30. O give me tears to shed with thee 
Beneath the Cross on Calvary. 

31. One more request, and I have done; — 
With love of thee and thy dear Son, 
More let me bum, dmd more each day. 
Till love of self is bum-d away. 



BYVN TO ST. JOSEPH. 411 



OFFERING TO OUR LADY. 
[Before her picture.] 

Mother ! to thee myself I yibld, 
Console me in the hoar of pain; 

Be thou my life's support and shield, 
And by me, at my death, remtun ! 



HYMN TO ST. JOSEPH. 

Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 

Husband of Mary, hail ! 
Chaste as the lily flower 

In Eden's peaceful vale. 

Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 

Father of Christ esteem'd ! 
Father be thou to those 

Thy Foster-Son redeem'd. 



412 HTMNS^ ANTHiBMS, BTO. 



Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 

Prince of the house of God, 
May his best gncoa be 

fiy thy sweet hands bestow'd 

Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 

Comrade of angels, hail I 
Cheer thon the hearts that fidnl 

And guide the steps that fiiiL 

Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 

God's choice wert thou alone 
To thee the Word made flesh 

Was subject as a Son. 

Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 

Teach us our flesh to tame, 
And, Mary, keep the hearts 

That love thy husband's nam 

Mother of Jesus ! bless, 

And bless, ye Saints on high, 
All meek and simple souls 

That to Saint Joseph cry. 



THE PATRONAGE OF ST. JOSEPH. 413 



THE PATRONAGE OF ST. JOSEPH. 

De AH Husband of Mary ! dear Nurse of her Child ! 
Life's ways are full weary, the desert is wild ; 
Bleak sands are all round us, no home can we see ; 
Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! we lean upon thee. 

For thou to the pilgrim art Father and Guide, 
And Jesus and Mary felt safe by thy side ; 
Ah ! blessed Saint ^seph ! how safe should I be. 
Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! if thou wert with me! 

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 pur Lady ! a father to me ? 

Thou hast not forgotten the long dreary road, 
When Mary took turns with thee, bearing thy 

God; 
Yet light was that burden, none lighter could be : 
Sweet Spouse of our Lady I O canst thou bear m*^^. 



414 HTMIIS, ANTHEMS, ETC. 



A cold thankless heart and a mean love of ei 
What weights, blessed Patron ! more galling 

these? 
My life, my past life, thy clear vision may se 
Sweet Spoose of our Lady ! O canst thou 

me! 

Ah ! give me thy Burden to bear for a while 
Let me kiss his warm lips, and adore his si 

smile; * 

With her Babe in my arms, surely Mary will 
Sweet Spouse of our La<^! my pleader 

thee! 

When the treasures of God were unshelter'i 

earth. 
Safe keeping was found for them both in 

worth; 
O Father of Jesus ! be fiither to me. 
Sweet Spouse of our Lady! and I will love t 

God chose thee for Jesus and Mary — ^wilt th< 
Forgive a poor exile for choosing thee now 1 
There is no Saint in Heaven I worship like tl 
Sweel S^Tiffii^ of our Lady ! O deign to love i 



OH&ISTMAS HYMN. 415 



0HRIBIMA8 YESPSR HTMK. 

Dbfabt awhile, each thought of one, 

Be earthly things forgotten all ; 
And speak, my soul, thy vesper prayer; 

Obedient to that sacred call. 
For hark ! the pealing chorus swells; 

Devotion chants the hymn of praise, 
And now of joy and hope it tells, 

Till fainting on the ear, it says — 
Gloria tibi Domine, 
Domine, Domine. 

Thine, wondrous babe of Galilee I 

Fond theme of David's harp and song, 
Thine are the notes of ndnstrelsy — 

To thee its ransom'd chords belong. 
And hark ! again the chorus swells. 

The song is wafted on the breeze, 
And to the listening earth it tells— 

In accents soft and sweet as those 
Gloria tibi Domine. 



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My bevt doth feel that atm He's neur, 

To meet the soul in hours like this, 
Else— why, O whj, that fidling tear! 

When all b peace and love and blisB ! 
B«t hark ! that pealmg chorus swells 

Anew, its thrflhng vesper strnn, 
And still of joy and hope it tells, 

And bids creation sing again^ 
Ooria tibi Dondne. 



ST. PATRICK. 

GftATKFVL notes to heaven ascending, 
To the world new joys proclaim, 

f^th and love together blending. 
We revere onr Patrick's name. 

Happy Saint ! in bliss adoring, 
Jesus, Saviour of mankind. 

Hear thy ehUdren thee imploring ; 
May we thy i^teetlon find. 



ST. PATRICK^ 417 



Pagan priests, their dark delusion, 
Long had o'er Hibernia spread, 

Patrick came — and in confusion. 
Demons from his presence fled. 

Happy Saint, &c. 

Lo I their infant arms extending, 
Erin's children crave his aid, 

To their wants the Saint attending. 
Soon their heavenly call obey'd. 

Happy Saint, &c. 

Prisons, insults, ev'ry danger. 
On our Prelate's mission wait, 

Patrick still, to fear a stranger, 

Trusts to bounteous heaven his fate. 

Happy Saint, &e. 

Sickness flies, his voice obeying. 
Sightless eyes behold the day. 

And the power of God displaying, 
Death unwilling yields his prey. 

Happy Saint, &o. 
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440 HYMNS, ANTHEMS, ETC. 



May it by Thee be moved to love, 
And taught thy saving grace to improve. 
Take, then, my thoughts from all but Thet 

To Thee, may ev'ry impulse tend. 
What 'vails to tell my misery ? 

I have my God — my guest — ^my friend: 
So be his praise my onty theme ! 
All wants my Saviour will redeem. 
My Saviour knows whate'er I need — 
He gives Himself: and shall I plead 
For other boons ? No ! let me raise 
Mine ev*ry thought in love and praise. 
Dear Lord, no other prayer I form 
Than for devotion pure and warm. 
May warm devotion fill my soul ; 
May love for Thee each thought control ; 
May piety increase ; and prayer 
Mine ev*ry thought, word, action share ; 
The gift of love my sole request — 
Thou, God of love ! wilt grant the rest 

Dear Lord ! may this communion prove 
A never-failing bond of love. 



ASPIRATIONS AFTER COMMUNION. 441 



Forgive my coldness, and supply 
Mine every weak deficiency. 
May thy best grace suffice for all, 
And every wayward sense enthrall : 
Such grace on every feeling pour 
As ne'er may leave thy servant more : 
Each hope, each impulse firmly bind 
In grace to Thee, my Saviour kind : 
Such saving grace, dear Lord, be given 
As leads the happy soul to heaven. 

And Thou, Eternal Godhead I see 
The Son beloved once given for me ; 
Who, for my sake, bore life and death, 
And cheers me still these veils beneath ; 
See my Redeemer — ^now the guest 
Of this poor, lowly, honor'd breast; 
See — see thy Jesus; Him I bring: 
Accept — accept mine offering: 
Accept the Sacrifice which pleads 
For all thy grateful servant needs. 




443 HTMHB, AIITHB1I8, STO. 



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HTMN FOR GONHBlLLTiaN . 

My (rod, accept my heart this day, 
And make it always thine^ — 

That I from Thee no more may stray, 
No more from Thee decline. 

Before the cross of Him who died. 

Behold I prostrate fall : 
Let every sin be crucified^ — 

Let Christ be all in all ! 

Anoint me with thy heavenly grace, 
Adopt me for thine own* — 

That I may see thy glorious &ce. 
And worship at thy throne ! 

May the dear blood, once shed for me, 
My blest atonement prove^ — 

That I from first to last may be 
The '!^wiO[:k9Ai& q>C thy love ! 



THE WILL OF OOD. 443 



Let every thought, and work, and word, 

To Thee be ever given^ — 
Then life shall be thy service, Lord, 

And death the gate of heaven ! 



THE WILL OF GOD. 
** Thy will be done." 

I WORSHIP thee, sweet Will of (rod I 

And all thy ways adore, 
And every day I live I seem 

To love thee more and more. 

Thou wert the end, the blessed rule 
Of Jesu's toils and tears ; 

Thou wert the passion of his Heart 
Those Three-and-Thirty years. 

And He hath breathed into my soul 

A special love of thee, 
A love to lose my will in his. 

And by that loss be free. 



HymiB, unnsHs, etc. 

I love to see thee bring to naught 

The plans of wilj men ; 
When Bimple Hearts' outwit the wise, 
thou art lovelieat then ! 

The headstrong world, it presses hard 

Upon the Chnreh full oft. 
And tJien how eivdl; thou tnra'st 

The hftri ways into Boft. 

I love to kiaa each print where thon 
Host set thine unseen feet : 

lennnotfeiLrthee, blessed Willi 
Thine empire is bo sweet. 

When obsbicles and trinls seem 

Like prisor-wulle to be, 
I do the little I can do, 

And leave the rest to thee. 

I know not what it is to doubt, 

My heart is ever gay ; 
I ran no risk, for come what will 

Thou ttWo."jB linat thY way. 



THE WILL OP GOD. 445 



I have no cares, O blessed Will ! 

For all my cares are thine ; 
I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou 

Hast made thy triumphs mine. 

And when it seems no chance or change 

From grief can set me free, 
Hope finds its strength in helplessness. 

And gayly waits on thee. 

Man's weakness waiting upon Grod 

Its end can never miss, 
For men on earth no work can do 

More angel-like than this. 

Ride on, ride on triumphantly, 
Thou glorious Will ! ride on ; 

Faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take 
The road that thou hast gone. 

He always wins who sides with God, 

To him no chance is lost ; 
God's will is sweetest to him when 

It triumphs at his cost 



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HYMMB, UITBBIIS, STO. 

ni that He UeBsee in onr good. 

And unbleet good ia ill ; 
And ^11 h right that seems mottt wrong. 
IfitheluHBWcet Will! 



THE GOTO OF GOD. 

My Soul '. wliat liant thoa done for Godt 
Iioolc o'er thy misspent years and aee ; 

Sum up wlint thou hast dune for God, 
And then what God hath done for thee. 

He made thee when He mi^ht have made 
A sou! that would have loved Him more; 

He rescued theo from nothingness. 
And set thee on life's happy ahore. 

He placed aa angel at thy dde, 

And strewed joys round thee on thy way; 
He gure thee rights thno couldst not eiaim. 

And life, ^iw life, before thea Isy. 



THE GIFTS OF GOD. 



447 



Had God in heaven no work to do 
Bat miracles of love for thee? 

No world to rale, no joy in Self 
And in his own infinity! 

So must it seem to our blind eyes : 
He gave his love no Sabbath rest, 

Still plotting happiness for men,* 
And new designs to make them blest. 

From out his glorious Bosom came 

His only, his Eternal Son ; 
He freed the race of Satan's slaves, 

And with his Blood sin's captives won. 

The world rose up against his love; 

New love the vile rebellion met, 
As though Grod only look'd at sin 

Its guilt to pardon and forget 

For his Eternal Spirit came 

To raise the thankless slaves to sons, 
And with the sevenfold gifia of love 

To crown his own elected ones. 



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448 HTMlfB, ANTHSMS, BIX}. 



M^fi Spumed his grace; their lips blaspheme 
The love that made itself their slaTe : 

They grieved that blessed Comforter, 
And turned against Ifim what He gave. 

Yet still the snn is fair by day. 
The moon still beautiful by night ; 

The world goes round, and joy with it, 
And life, free life, is men's delight 

No voice God's wondrous silence breaks, 
No hand put forth his anger tells ; 

But He, the Omnipotent and Dread, 
On high in humblest patience dwells. 

The Son hath come ; and maddened sin 

The world's Creator crucified; 
The Spirit comes, and stays, while men 

His presence doubt, his gifts deride. 

And now the Father keeps Himself^ 

In patient and forbearing love. 
To be his creature's heritage 

In that uTvdying life above. 



SURSUM CORDA. 449 



O wonderful, O {rtusmg thought^ 
The love that God hath had for tiiee! 

Spending on thee no less a smn 
Than the Undivided Trinity I 

Father, and Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Exhausted for a thing like this, — 

The world's whole government disposed 
For one nngratef ul creature's bliss ! 

What hast thou done for God, my soul 1 
Look o'er thy misspent years and see ; 

Cry from thy worse than nothingness, 
Cry for his mercy upon thee ! 



SUKSUM CORDA; 

" LiPT up your hearts !" Yes, I will lift 
My heart and soul, dear Lord, to Thee, 

Who every good and perfect gift 
Vouchsaf 'st 80 lavishly and free. 

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456 HTMNS, ANTHEMS, BTC. 



Dear Comforter! Eternal Love! 

If Thou wilt stay with me, 
Of lowly thoughts and simple ways 

m build a nest for Thee. 

My heart, sweet Dove ! Fll lend to Thee 

To mourn with at thy will; 
My tongue shall be thy lute to try 

On sinners* souls thy skill. 

How silver-like thy plumage is ! 

Thy voice how grave, how gay I 
Ah me ! how I shall miss Thee, Lord ! 

Then promise me to stay ! 

Who made this beating heart of mine, 
But Thou my heavenly Guest ? 

Let no one have it then but Thee, 
And let it be thy nest. 



DISTRACTIONS IN PRATER. 451 



DISTRAOnONS IN PRATER. 

Ah I dearest Lord ! I cannot pray, 

My fancy is not free ; 
Unmannerly distractions come, 

And force my thoughts from Thee. 

The world that looks so dull all day 
Glows bright on me at prayer. 

And plans that ask no thought but then 
Wake up and meet me there. 

All nature one full fountain seems 

Of dreamy sight and sound, 
Which, when I kneel, breaks up its deepe. 

And makes a deluge round. 

Old voices murmur in my ear. 

New hopes start into life. 
And past and future gayly blend 

In one bewitching stritid. 



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466 HnOIB, AMTUKMB, BTC. 



This freezing heart, O Lord ! this will 

Dry as the desert sand, 
Good thoughts that will not coma 
thoughts 

That come without command^— 

A fiiith that seems not faith, a hope 

That'cares not for its aim, 
A love that none the hotter grows 

At Jesu's blessed name, — 

The weariness of prayer, the mist 
O'er conscience overspread, 

The chill repugnance to frequent 
The Feast of Angels' Bread,— 

The torment of unsettled thoughts 

That cannot fix on Thee, 
And in the dread confessional 

Hard, cold fidelity : — 

If this drear change be thine, O Lord! 

If it be thy sweet will. 
Spare not, but to the very brim 

The bitter chalice fill. 



DISTRACTIONS IN PRAYER. 



453 



Had I, dear Lord I no pleasure found 

But in the thought of Thee, 
Prayer would have come unsought, and been 

A truer liberty. 

Yet Thou art oft most present, Lord I 

In weak distracted prayer ; 
A sinner out of heart with self 

Most often finds Thee there. 



And prayef that humbles, sets the soul 

From all illusions free, 
And teaches it how utterly. 

Dear Lord ! it hangs on Thee. 

The soul, that on self sacrifice 

Is covetously bent, 
Will bless thy chastening hand that makes 

Its prayer its punishment 

Ah, Jesus! why should I complain? 

And why fear aught but sin ? 
Distractions are but outward things ; 

Thy peace dwells fiur within! 



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464 HYiniB, ANTHSMS, XTO. 



TliMe Boifiiee-troubles come and go, 

Like rafflings of the sea ; 
The deeper depth is out of reach 

To all, my God, but Thee ! 



SWEETNESS IN PRATER. 

Why dost thou beat so quick, my hear 

Why struggle in thy cage ? 
What shall I do for thee, poor heart ! 

Thy throbbing heat to swage ? 

What spell is this come over thee ? 

My soul ! what sweet surprise ? 
And wherefore these unbidden tears 

That start into mine eyes ? 

How are my passions laid to sleep, 

How easy penance seems ! 
And how the bright world fades away— 

O aie they all but dreams 1 



S W EET N ESS IN PRAYER. ^OO 



How great, how good does God appear, 

How dear our holy fidth ! 
How tastelesB life's best joys have grown ! 

How I conld welcome death ! 

Thy sweetness hath betrayed Thee, Lord ! 

Dear Spirit ! it is Thou ; 
Deeper and deeper in my heart 

I feel Thee nestling now. 

Whence Thon hast come I need not aak ; 

But, O most gentle Dove ! 
O wherefore hast Thou lit on one 

That so repays thy love ? 

Ah ! that Thou mightest stay with me. 

Or else that I might die 
While heart and soul are still subdued 

With thy sweet mastery. 

Thy home is with the humble. Lord ! 

The simple are thy rest; 
Thy lodging is in child-like hearts ; 

Thou makest there thy nest 



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h tby aorfioe, pim is pleasnrey — 
With tliT &Tor, loaB b gain. 

I kive eadled Thee, Abba Father! 
I have set my heart on Thee : 

Sloms may hoiH, and donds nmy gatht 
All will work for good to me. 

Miu may troable and distress me, 
TwiU bst drive me to thy breast; 

lifc with trials hard may press me, 
i Heaven will bring me sweeter rest 

Oh. 'tis not in grief to harm me. 
While thv love is leit to me ; — 

Oh. \wcve not in joy to charm me. 
Were that joy unmixed with Thee ! 



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know thy Ihll salvation, 

Riw oW sin, and fear, and care; 
Joy to find in every station, 

SoMething still to do or bear. 
Think what spirit dwells within thee, 

Think what sacraments are thine ; 
Think that Jesus died to win thee : 

Chiki oi VMK<i«nLt oa&sX ^SMra^ tv^Iiia t 



SUB C&UCE CHRISTI. 463 



Haste thee on from grace to glory, 

Arm'd with &ith, and winged with pityer^ 
An eternal day before thee 

Waits for God to guide thee there. 
Soon dudl doee thine earthly ini8aion» 

Patience shall thy spirit raise; 
Hope shall change to glad fruition, 

Faith to sight, and prayer to pnose ! 



SUB CBTJGE CBDEtESTL 

SwsBT the moments, rich in blessing, 

Which before the cross I spend; 
life, and health, and peace possessing 

From the sinner's dying Friend : 
Here FU sit, for ever viewing 

Mercy's streams in streams of blood; 
Pre(A>us drops my soul bedewing 

Make my final peace with God! 

Truly blessed is this station^ — 
Low before the cross to tie. 



464 HTMMS, ANTHEMB, BTO. 



Resting in llie sweet compaacdon 

Of his mortal agony ! 
Here alone I find my heaven, 

On the Lamb to hunbly gaze; 
Feel how much has been forgiven, 

To his own eternal praise ! 

Love and grief my heart dividing. 

Here Til spend my latest breath; 
Constant still in &ith abiding^ — 

Life deriving from his death ; 
May I still enjoy this feeling, 

In all need to Jesus go, — 
Prove each day his wounds more healin 

And Himself more deeply know ! 



BEFORE OR AFTER A RECEPTION OF HEMBE 

0& FOB OONFRATERNITIES. ^ 

Soldiers of Christ ! arise ! 

And put your armor on, 
Strong in the strength which God snpp 

Thro\ig\i \fta ^XatcoSl ^tL\ 



RECEPTION OF MEMBERS. 46^ 



Strong is the Lord of hosts, 

And in his mighty power, 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 

Is more than conqueror. 

Soldiers of Christ ! arise ! 

The God of armies calls 
Unto his mansions in the skies — 

His everlasting halls : 
Behold ! the angel host appears 

To welcome you to bliss; 
Oh! what is earth, its sighs and tears, 

Its joys compared to this! 

Crush'd is the haughty foe, 

His might, his glory gone^ 
But ye, with victory erown'd, shall go 

To Christ's eternal throne. 
There shall the conqueror rest, 

And in that blest abode. 
For ever reign amid the blest. 

Triumphant with his God. 



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THSYOW. 



[By a Siflter of CSiarity.] 

Bright Angels who attenc 

Around oar altar now, 
Your wonted cares suspen< 

list to the holy Vow, 
Which, while the sacrifice 

Of Heaven's eternal love 
Pleads for us every grace. 

Is heard in Heaven abov< 

Jesus ! my happy heart 

Now gives itself to The< 
O ! never hence depart, 

Reign here eternally. 
Thy sacred name alone. 

All my delight shall proi 
No joy my soul shall own, 

But in thy holy love. 



And, oh ! in after years, 
Whftw life la fading fast, 



THE OH&ISTIAN TO HIS SOUL. 467 



When flow repentant tean, 
CaoceUing errors paat, 

ISttill shall that holy vow, 
Be hroathed to HeaY«]i» 

And fervently as now, 
My heart to Thee be given. 



THS CHRISTIAir TO EDS SOUL AT SUKEUBB 

Soil not thy plumage, gentle dove, 

With sablunary things, — 
Till in the fount of light and love. 

Thou shalt have bathed thy wings. 



Shall Nature from her couch arise, 

And rise for thee in vain 1 
While heaven, and earth, and seas, and 

Such types of truth contain. 

See— where the Sun of Righteousness, 

Unfolds the gates of day : 
60^ — ^meet Him in his glorious drees. 

And quaff the orient ray ! 



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468 HTMNS, ANTHEMS, ETC. 



There, wliere ten thousand seraphs e 
To crown the eireling hours, — 

Soar thon^ — and from that blissful la 
Bring down unfading flowers : 

Some Rose of Sharon, dyed in blood 
Some spice of Gilead^s balm, 

Some lily washed in Calvary^s flood, 
Some branch of heavenly palm! 

And let the drops of sparkling dew, 
From Siloa^s spring be shed, 

To form a fragrance fresh and new, 
A halo round thy head. 

Spread then thy plumes of £uth and 

Nor fear to wend away ; 
And let a glow of heavenly air, 

Gild every earthly day ! 





BONA 


MORS. 




469 




BOKAMORa 






«*H-^ 


• ^ 


Numb. xzzU! 


LIO. 



Whilst I dwell, O my God, in this valley of 
tears, 
For refuge and comfort I fly unto Thee ; 
And when death's awful hour with its terrors 
appears. 
O mereiftil Jesus, have mercy on me. 

When my soul, on the verge of its final release, 
By the shadows of death o'erclouded shall be ; 

When earthly enjoyments for ever shall cease, 
Thou, Joy of the Dying, bring mercy to me. 

When my strength shall decline, and my anguish 
increase, 
And my sins beyond number with terror Til 



When I turn to thy mercy for pardon and peace, 
Then, Hope of the Sinner, beam brightly on 
me. 



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470 HTMII8, ijmuMa, etc. 

When weakened by illness — by terror opgn 
My pains and my terrora I offer to Thee 

When vainly I seek for some solaee or lesi 
Then, Strength of the Martyrs, bring eo 
to me. 

When my reason shall fidl,* and my life 
decay; 
When the seenes of thb world shall i 
and flee; 
When sunshine and shower alike pass awa; 
Then, Light of the Blessed, shine sweel 
me. 

When heedless of earth and oi all that snn 

me. 

For pardon and mercy T\\ call upon The< 

When death with its fetters for ever has I 

me. 

Then Jeeus^ — sweet Jesus, — be Jesus to 

When weeping my friends shall with i 
implore Thee, 
My Ck\.T^i\g;th^ my protector, my succor to 



BONA MORS. 471 



When helpless and lonely, I tremble before 
Thee, 
Then, Fountain of Mercy, have merey on me. 

Then, dear Lord, the dark cham of my mis'ries 
sever; 

Then, Rest of the weary one, call me to thee ; 
Then, Crown of the Just, be my portion for 

• ever ; 

Then, merciful Jesus, have mercy on me. 



WMD or PAST n. 



X 



PAET III 



intuit ^nftrt(. 



8BLE0TED FROM APPROVED 8O0ROES. 



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0BLEOIBD FBOM APPROVED 80UB0BIL 



THOU A£T OP ALL CREATED THINGa 
DPhnn the Sptniih of CUderon's JHtrjr«tery «/ 8t, PttHek.} 

Thou art of all created tilings, 
O Lord, the essence and the eame— 
The sooroe and centre of all bliss ; 
What are those veils of woven lights 
Where sun and moon and stars unite— 
The purple mom, the spangled ni^t-^ 
But curtains which thy mercy draws 
Between the heavenly world and this f 
The terrors of the sea and land— 
When all the elements conspire, 
The earth and water, storm and fire— 
Are but the sketches of thy hand; 



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THOU ART, O GOD, ETC. 477 



Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, 
And all things fair and bright are thine. 

When Day, with &rewell beams delays 
Among the opening clouds of Even, 
And we can almost think we gaze 
Through golden vistas into Heaven — 
Those hues that mark the sun's decline 
So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine. 

When I^gfat, with wings of starry gloom, 

O'ershadows all tlie earth and skies, 
like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume 
Is sparkling with unnumber'd eyes — 
That sacred gloom, those fires divine. 
So grand, so countless. Lord ! are thine. 

When Youthful Spring around us breathes. 

Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh. 
And every flower the sunmier ^hreathes, 
Is bom beneath that kindling eye^ 
Where'er we turn, tiiy glories shine. 
And all things fair and bright are thine. 



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478 SACKED POETRY. 



JESUS CRUCIFIED. 

O OGMB ftnd mourn with me awl 
See, Mary calls us to her side 

O come and let us mourn with 1 
Jesos, our Love, is crucified ! 

Have we no tears to shed for I£ 
While soldiers scoff and Jews 

Ah! look how patiently he hang 
Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 

How fast his Hands and Feet an 
His blessed Tongue with thirs 

His failing Eyes are blind with h 
Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 

His Mother cannot reach his FaC' 
She stands in helplessness besi 

Her heart is martyr'd with her Sc 
Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 



JESUS CRUCIFIED. 479 



Seven times He spoke, seven words of love, 
And all three hours his silenee cried 

For mercy on the souls of men : — 
Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 

What was thy crime, my dearest Lord? 

By earthy by heaven, Thou hast been tiied. 
And guilty found of too much love ; — 

Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 

Found guilty of excess of love. 
It was thine own sweet will that tied 

Thee tighter far than helpless nails ;-^ 
Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 

Death came, and Jesus meekly bow'd ; 

His falling Eyes He strove to guide 
With mindful love to Mary's face;— 

Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 

O break, O break, hard heart of mine I 
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride 

I£s Pilate and his Judas were ; — 
Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 



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480 



&AO&SD POETllY, 



Com^ toke thy stand beneath the Cr< 

And let the Blood fro^ out ^t^ 
F«dl gently on thee drop by droT^L 

Je8us.ourWe.iscrncffied." 

A broken heart, a fount of tea«._ 

Aak and they will not be .Sed • 
A broken heart lore's c«dle fa !!r' 
Jesus, our Love, is crucified/ 

victory remains with love, 
'or He, our Love, is crucified! 



rflBDBSCENT OF JESUS rotncBDa 

"-^r;?::3^--.on. 

^o^^osee.pee.::r^:--e 
That pnson-house of patient love. 



THE DESCENT OF JESUS TO LIMBUS. 481 



It was a weaiy watch of theiro, 

But onwazd still their hopes would press ; 
Captives they were, yet happy too. 

In their contented weariness. 

As noiseless tides the ample depths 

Of some capacious harbor fill, 
So grew the calm of that dread place 

Each day with increase swift and still. 

Sweet tidings there St. Joseph took ; 

The Saviour's work had then begun, 
And of his Three-and-Thirty Years 

But three alone were left to run. 

And Eve like Joseph's shadow hung 

About him wheresoe'er he went ; 
She lived on thoughts of Mary's Child, 

Trembled with hope, and was content 

But see ! how hush'd the crowd of souls! * 
Whence comes the light of upper day? 

What glorious Form is this that finds 
Through central earth its ready way ? 

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GodtliiMaii! The Gving Soul 
Of Jbmb^ bMBtJfid and bright^ 
Tfa ffiiit Iwiiii iif I niU il Uiiii|i n, 

fbahTd wilk a pore resplendeiit liglii 



^ ^» CkOd ! Etc saw Km com 
;Sb> ifev ftom Joaeph*s kamited aide, 
Aai w ii r Ai|y* d» fint of all that crowd, 
Tbe SovL ef JieaoB eranfied. 

So jAvfiiorlooirtfaoQaaiidirears 

I^ifib maefc'd her end, and Hope her aii 

\tii &I01 tbefli«. » tber passed away, 
Ltt^ni Qfc iMr everlaHtmg Hame ! 



r^i l??13Iir05 OF JETS TO OCR BLBaSED LAI 

O Qrsss of Sorrows! raee thine eyes ; 

See ! die firsl light of dawn is there ; 
Tbe boor is eome, and thoo most end 

TVf ¥qkV( Q0XIX& qC lonely prayer. 



THE APPARITION OF JESUS. 483 



Day dawns; it brightens on the hill : 
New grace, new powers within her wakei 

Lest the fiill tide of joy should emsh 
The heart that sorrow could not break. 

O never yet had Acts of Hope 

Been oflfer'd to the Phrone on high, 

like those that died on Mary's lip, 
And beam'd from out her glistening eye. 

Hush ! there is silence in her heart, 
Deeper than when St. Grabriel spoke, 

And upon midnight's tingling ear 
The blessed Ave sweetly broke. 

Ah me ! what wondrous change is this ! 

What trembling floods of noiseless light ! 
Jesus before his Mother stands, 

Jesus, all beautiful and bright I 

He comes ! He comes ! and will she run 
With freest love her Child to greet? 

He came ! and she, his creature, fell 
Prostrate at her Creator's Feet 



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He raised her up ; He prees'd her head 
Gently agamst his wounded Side ; 

He gave her spuit strength to hear 
The sight of Jesus Glorified. 

From out h^ Eyes, from out his Wouoc 
A power of awful heauty shone ; 

O how the speechless Mother gazed 
Upon the glory of her Son ! 

She could not doubt : 'twas truly He 
Who had been with her from the first 

The very eyes, the mouth, the hair. 
The very Babe whom she had nursed 

Her burden o'er the desert sands, 
The helpmate of her toils, — 'twas He, 

He by whose deathbed she had stood 
Long hours beneath the bleeding Tre 

His crimson Wounds, they shone like si 
His beaming hand was raised to bless 

The sweetness of his voice had hush'd 
The aiigel^ \x\tA eilentness. 



THE APPARITION OF JESUS. 485 



Wb saered Flesh, like spirit, gloVd, 
Glow'd with immortal beautjr's might; 

Wa smiles were like the virgin rays 
That sprang from new-created liglit. 

When wilt thou drink that beauty inl 
Mother ! when wilt thou satisfy 

With those adoring looks of love 
The thirst of thine extatio eye 1 

Not yet, not yet thy wondrous joy 
Is filPd to its mysterious brim ; 

Thou hast another sight to see 
To which this vision is but dim I 

Jesus into his Mother's heart 
A special gift of strength did pour, 

That she might bear what none had borne 
Amid the sons of earth before. 

O let not words be bold to tell 
What in the Mother's heart was done, 

When for a moment Mary saw 
The unshrouded Godhead of her Son. 



486 SACRED POETRT. 



What bliss for us that Jesus gave 
To her such wondrous gifts and p< 

It is a joy the joys were hers. 
For Mary's joys are doubly ours ! 



THE MISSION OP THE HOLY GHOOT. 

No track is on the sunny sky, 
No footprints on the air ; 

Jesus hath gone ; the face of earth 
Is desolate and bare. 

The blessed feet of Mary's Son, 
They tread the streets no more ; 

His soul-converting voice gives no^ 
Its music as before. 

His Mother sits all worshipful 
With her majestic mien ; 

The princes of the infant Church 
Axe g^itk'&t'd touivd their Queen. 



THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 487 



They gaze on her with raptured eyes, 

Her features are like his, 
Her presence is their ample strength, 

Her fiice reflects their bliss. 

That Upper Room is heaven on earth; 

Within its precincts lie 
All that earth has of faith, or hope, 

Or heaven-bom charity. 

The Eye of Grod looks down on them. 

His love is centred there; 
His Spirit yearns to be o'ercome 

By their sweet strife of prayer. 

The Mother prays her mighty prayer. 

In accents meek and fiunt, 
And highest heaven is quick to own 

The beautiful constraint 

The Eternal Son takes up the prayer 

Upon his royal throne ; 
The Son his human Mother hears, 

The Sire his equal Son. 



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488 



SACBBD POETRY. 



The Spirit hem. and He consents 
nis nusaion to fulfill ; 

For wh.t is ask'dhrth ever been 
tts own eternal will. 

Ten days and nights in Acts Divine 
Ofawfol love were tpMt, 

WWle Mary and her children pmyd 
The Spirit might be sent 

'Iwjoyofangehgre^^^ 
On Mary's wondrous pmyer, 

X*t?!?' ^*»'»P'««e»ce stoop'd 
To feed his glory there. 

Hereyes to heaven were humbly «ised, 
WbJe for her Spouse she pray-d; 

Hw Wisaflil coming stayed. 

For ever coming did He seem, 

For ever on the wing; 
His chosen angels round his Throne 

Now gai«A,Tvow ceased to shig 



THE BnSSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 489 



How beautiful, how passing speech, 

The Dove did then appear. 
As tiie hour of his humility 

At Mary's word drew near! 

ISte hour was come ; the wings of love 

By his own will were freed: 
The hour was come ; the Eternal Three 

His mission had decreed. 

Then for his love of worthless men, 

His love of Mary's worth. 
His beauteous wings the Dove outspread, 

And wing'd his flight to earth. 

O wondrous Flight ! He left not heaven. 
Though earth's low fields He won, 

But in the Bosom still reposed 
Of Father and of Son. 

O Flight! O blessed Fli^t of Love ! 

Let me thy mercies share : 
GiBnt it, sweet Dove ! for my poor soul 

Was part of Maiys prayer ! 



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490 SACRED FOETRT. 



THE DB9CENT OP THE HOLT GHOST. 

O moHTT Mother! why that light 

In thine uplifted eye? 
Why that resplendent look of more 

Than qneenlike majesty! 

O waitest thou in this thy joy 

For Gabriel once again ? 
Is heaven about to part, and make 

The Blessed Vision plain? 

She sat; beneath her shadow were 

The Chosen of her Son ; 
Within each heart and on each face 

Her power and spirit shone. 

Hers was the courage they had won 

Prom her prevailing prayers; 
They gazed on her, until her heart 



THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 491 



Her Son had left that heart to them : 
For ten long nights and days, 

The Saviour gone, no Spirit come, 
She ruled their infant ways. 

Queen of the Church ! around thee shines 

The purest light of heaven, 
And all created things to thee 

For thy domain are given ! 

Why waitest thou then so abash'd, 

Wrapt in ex^itie fear. 
Speechless with adoration, hush'd, — 

Hush'd as though God were near? 

She is a creature ! See ! she bows, 
She trembles though so great ; — 

Created Majesty o'erwhelm'd 
Before the Increate ! 

He comes ! He comes ! That mighty Breath 
From heaven's eternal shores; 

His uncreated freshness fills 
His Bride as she adores. 



492 8AGBBD POETRY. 



ESarth quakes before that rushiiig lib 
Heaven echoes back the sonnd. 

And mightily the tempest wheels 
That Upper Room around. 

One moment--4ind the silentness 
Was breathless as the grave ; 

The fluttered earth forgot to quake, 
The troubled trees to wave. 

One moment — and the Spirit hung 
0*er her with dread desire ; 

Then broke upon the heads of all 
In cloven tongues of fire. 

Who knows in what a sea of love 
Our Lady's heart He drown'd? 

Or what new gifts He gave her thei 
What ancient gilts He crown'd? 

GnMse was so multiplied on her, 

So grew within her heart, 
She stands alone, earth's miracle, 



ST. Philip's home. 511 



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: 

Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith! 

We will he true to thee till death ! 



ST. PHILIP'S HOME .• 

iaeordarey Virgo Mater, in conspectu Dei, ut loquaris pro 

nobis bona. 

Misaale Romanum, 

D Mary! Mother Mary! our tears are flowing 

fiist, 
For mighty Rome, St Philip's home, is desolate 

and waste; 

* These earnest lines, from the ]>en of Ber. Mr. FM>er, are 
fhought to be worth preserving, although the danger which 
caUod them forth is past, let us hope, for ever. Mr. Faber 
to a priest of the oratory of St Philip Neri : hence the allu- 
•ions in his poem. 



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494 BAORBD roBntT. 

Ahl M^ how Hka ^ Inonnate Wovi 
mi bl6M6d Sfltf Hie Ip w«i% 

To dwoU with vt inriiiUj, 
And make hk ridies ounu 



Most humble SpiiiftI lOgfatsr God! 

Sweet must thy Plreaeiioe be^ 
If loM of Jerae em be gain. 

So long as we have Thee I 



"AKD JSSUB WEPT." 
StJohnzLas. 

Bbioht were the monikigB firat impear 
0*er eaith, and 8ea» and air; 

The birthdays of a rising world— 
For power divine was there. 

Bnt fidrer shone the tears of Crod, 
For Lazams, o'er his grave; 

Since love divine bedew'd the sod 
Of ODA He songht to save. 



PASTOR ANIMARUM. -195 



Sweet drops of grace, the pledges given 

Of Mercy's mighty plan, — 
That He, who was the Prince of heaven, 

Had jdty apon man ! 

Let us thy dear example. Lord, 
Fiz*d in oar memories keep, — 

That we, obedient to thy word. 
May weep with those that weep. 



PASTOR ANIMARUM. 
[From the Spaaigh.] 

Come, wandering sheep, O come ! 

ril bind thee to my breast; 
ni bear thee to thy home, 

And lay thee down to rest 

1 saw thee stray forlorn, 
And heard thee Uaatty ery^ 



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SACBSD POETHr. 

And on the tree of scorn 

For tliee 1 deign'd to die — 

What greater proof could I 

Give, — than to seek the tomb I 

Come, wandering sheep, O com* 

1 shield thee from alarmR, 
And nilt thou not be bleat! 

I bear thee in my arraa ; 

Thou, benr me in Ihy breaat ! 
O, this is love — come, rest — 

Thin ia a blisaful doom. 

Come, vrandering sheep, O conu 



HYMN OP THE C.U.ABMAN SHEPHERDS TO THS 
BLKSEB TIEOrS. 

Darker and darker fall aronnd 
The shadowB from the pine; 

It 18 the hour with hymn and prayer 
To gather round thy ahrine. 



HTMN TO THE BLESSED VIROIN. 497 



Hear us, sweet Mother! thou hast known 
• Oar earthly hopes and fears, 
The bitterness of mortal toil 
The tenderness of tears. 

We pray thee first for absent ones, 

Those who knelt with ns here— 
The fkther, brother, and the son, 

The distant and the dear. 

We pray thee for the little banc 

Upon the stormy sea; 
Affection's auxiousness of love. 

Is it not known to thee? 

The soldier, he who only sleeps 

His head upon his brand. 
Who only in a dream can see 

His own beloved land. 

The wandering Minstrel, he who gave 

Thy hjrmns his earliest tone, 
Who strives to teach a foreign tongae 

The music of his own. 

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498 SAOSBD POBTRT 



Kind Mother, let them aee agvn 
Their own Italian shore ; • 

Back to the home which, wanting the 
Seems like a home no mpre. 

Madonna, keep the cold north wind 

Amid his native seas, 
So that no withering blight come dov 

Upon our olive-trees. 

And bid the sunshine glad onr hills, 
The dew rejoice our vines. 

And bid the healthful sea-breeze swe< 
In music through the pines. 

Pray for us that our hearts and homei 

Be kept in fear and love ; 
liove for all things ar6und our patiif 

And fear for those above. 

Thy soft blue eyes are fill'd with teai 

Oh ! let them wash away 
The soil of our unworthiness >— 

Pray for us, Mother, pray ! 



HYMN TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 499 



We know how vain the fleeting flowers 

Around thine altar hung ; 
We know how humble is the hymn 

Before thine image sung. 

But wilt thou not accept the wreath, 

And sanctify the lay ; 
We trust to thee our hopes and fears,— 

Pray for us, Mother, pray ! 



PORTUGFBgE HYMN TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 

Star of the wide and pathless sea. 

Who lovest on mariners to shine, 
These votive garments wet, to thee 

We hang, within thy holy shrine. 

When o'er us flash'd the surging brine. 
Amid the warring waters toss'd, 

From earthly aid we turn'd to thine. 
And hoped, when other hope was lost 
Ave Maris Stella ! 



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600 SACKED FOETRT. 



Star of the vast and howling main. 

When dark and lone is all the sky, 
And monntain waves, o'er ocean's plain 

Erect their stormy heads on high ; 

When matrons hy the hearthstone si, 
Thpy raise their weeping eyes to thee ; 

The star of ocean heeds their cry. 
And saves the foundering bark at sea. 
Ave Maris Stella! 

Star of the dark and stormy sea, 

When, wreaking tempests round us r 
Thy gentle virgin form we see, 

Bright rising o'er the hoary wave. 

The howling storms that seem to era' 
Their victims, sink in music sweet ; 

The surging seas recede, to pave 
The path beneath thy glistening feet 
Ave Maris Stella! 

Star of the desert waters wild, 
Who, pitying, hear'st the seaman's cr 

The God of Mercy, as a child, 
On IVv&t clvscstA bosom loved to lie ; 



HYMN TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 501 



While soft the chorus of the sky 
Their hymns of tedder mercy sing, 

And angel voices named on high 
The Mother of the Heavenly King. 
Ave Maris Stella! 

Star of the deep ! at that blest name 

The waves sleep silent round the keel, 
The tempests wild their fury tame, 

That made the deep foundations reel ; 

The soft celestial accents steal 
So soothing through the realms of woe, 

That suffering souls a respite feel 
From torture in the depths below. 
Ave Maris Stella ! 

Star of the mild and placid seas, 
Whom rainbow rays of mercy crown. 

Whose name thy faithful Portuguese, 
O'er all that to the depths go down, 
With hymns of grateful transport own ; 

When gathering clouds obscure their light. 
And heaven assumes an awful frown. 

The star of ocean glitters bright 
Ave Maris Stella ! 

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^ niooi, doth lise. 



MOST HOLY NAME OF JESUS. 503 



Or as when 

The lily flower 
Stands amid 

The vemal bower ; 

• 

Or the water's 

Glassy face, 
Doth reflect 

The starry space ; 

Thus above 

All mothers shone, 
The mother of 

The blessed One. 



MOST HOLY NAME OF JESUa 

:hat it were as it was wont to be, 
1 thy old friends of fire, all full of Thee, 
tit against frowns with smiles! gave glo- 
rious chase 
srsecutions, and against the face 



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088 tl4CBE£ FOETKT. 



OhI to be one, through life and < 
In Christ, with such as thee : 

And when I yield my Utest bresl 
Do thou remember me! 



THE HOLT cnr. 

(TVom the hymn of Hildebert, Archbishop 
▲. D. 1133, Hztrm porUmJMm dtlmlm 

BiiNE be Sion's habitation, 
Sion, David's sure foundation : 
Form'd of old by light's Great 
Reach'd by Him, the Mediatqb 
An Apostle guards the portal 
Denizened by forms immortal, 
On a jasper pavement builded. 
By its Monarch's radiance gilde 
Peace there dwelleth uninvaded 



THE HOLY CITY. 523 



Odors rise with airy lightness; 
Harpers strike their harps of brightness ; 
None one sigh for pleasure sendeth ; 
None can err, and none ofiendeth; 
All, partakers of one nature. 
Grow in Christ to equal stature. 
Home celestial ! Home eternal ! 
Home uprear'd by power Supernal ! 
Home, no change or loss that fearest, 
From afar my soul thou cheerest : 
Thee it seeketh, thee requireth. 
Thee afifecteth, thee desireth. 
But the gladness of thy nation, 
But their fullness of salvation, 
Vainly mortals strive to show it; 
They — and they alone— can know it, 
The redeem'd from sin and peril. 
They who walk thy streets of beryl t 
Grant me, Saviour, with thy Blessed 
Of thy Rest to be possessed. 
And, amid the joys it bringeth. 
Sing the song that none else singeth ! 



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THE EISRNAL FATHER. 

Mt God ! bow wonderful Thou art» 

Thy Majesty how bright^ 
How beautiful thy Mercy-Seat, 

In depths of burning light ! 

How dread are thine eternal years, 

O everlasting Lord ! 
By prostrate spirits day and night 

Incessantly adored ! 

How beautiful, how beautiful 
The sight of Thee must be. 

Thine endless wisdom, boundless powei 
And awful purity ! 

O how I fear Thee, Living Grod ! 
With deepest, tenderest fears, 
And worship Thee with trembling hope, 



THE ETERNAL FATHER. 527 



Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord! 

Almighty as Thou art, 
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me 

The love of my poor heart 

O then this worse than worthless heart 

In pity deign to take. 
And make it love Thee, for thyself 

And for thy glory's sake. 

No earthly father loves like Thee, 

No mother half so mild 
Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done, 

With me thy sinful child. 

Only to sit and think of God — 

O what a joy it is ! 
To think the thought, to breathe the Name — 

Earth has no higher bliss ! 

Father of Jesus! love's Reward! 

What rapture will it be 
Prostrate before thy throne to lie, 

And gaze and gaze on Thee ! 



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HYMNO 

[For the anniTenary < 
Odoli 

Te Deum La 

This glori( 
From the boi 

A world hi 
And He, wh( 

The sun ^ 
Has brought 

And life o 



■ * 



Te Deum Li 
Ye isles o: 

Through age 
That slum 

Lift up your 
The shade 

Upon you, h 



THE SISTER OF CHARITY. 629 



Te Deum Laudamus ! 

Ye nations that lie 
In the noon-tide of tnith 

From the day-spring on high, 
Your songs of thanksgiving 

To God, the Supreme, 
Pour forth without ceasing— 

Salvation's the theme ! 



THE SISTER OF CHABHT. 

E once W.1S a Indy of honor and wealth ; 
ight glow'd in her features the roses of health; 
tr vesture was hlended of silk and of gold, 
id her motion shook perfume from every fold : 
jT revell'd around her — ^love shone at her side, 
id gay was her smile as the glance of a bride ; 
id light was her step in the mirth-sounding 

hall, 
hen she heard of the daughters of Vincent de 

Paul. 

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032 8A0BED POETRY. 



She iftraagtheiis the weaiy — she comfbrta the 



i And soft k her voice in the ear of the sick; 
Where wmt and affliction on mortals attend, 
The Sflter of Charity there is a friend. 



Unshrinking where pestilence scatters his breath, 
like an angel she moves, 'mid the vapors of 

death; 
Where rings the lond mnsket, and flashes the 

swoid, 
Unfearing she walks, for she follows her Lord. 
How sweetly she bends o'er each plagne-taintec 

fiice, 
^th looks that are lighted with holiest grace; 
How kindly she dresses each suffering limb, 
For she sees in the wounded the image of Him. 

Behold her, ye worldly ! behold her, ye vain ! 
Who shrink from the pathway of virtue and pain 
Who yield up to pleasure your nights and you 

days, 
Forgetful of service, forgetful of praise. 
Ye lazy philosophers, self-seeking men — 
Ye fitettde '^Jtfi«|i>iiM^^>sXA% \?^^ ^^ ^he pen. 



THE SISTER OF MERCY. 533 



How stands in the balance your eloquence 

weigfa'd 
With the life and the deeds of that high-born 

maid! 



THE SISTER OF MERCY. 

She kneels at the conch where sickness lies, 

And soothes infirmity there, 
And, raising her heart to the hope in the skies, 

She whispers relief in prayer: 
And smiles with a beam such as angels give 

When the penitent soul's forgiven. 
And bids the dull hope of sadness live, 

And points to its home in heaven. 

like the ling'ring beam that eve's decline, 

Will paint on the vanishing day. 
Thus hope in its parting light will shine. 

Ere wingeth its spirit away — 
And smoothing in peace those closing eyes, 

** Oh !" exclaims the Sister then, 
*• Go, spirit to bliss." Wide Heaven replies, 

** Amen ! Amen ! Amen V* 



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THE MOTHER OF THE MACHABHESi 

That mother vie w*!! the scene of blood; 

Her six unconquer'd sons were gone ; 
Fearless she view'd — ^beside her stood 

Her last — ^er youngest^— dearest one ; 
He looked upon her and he smiled ; 
Oh! will she save that only child! 

** By all my love, — my son," she said, 
"The breast that nursed, — ^the womb 
bore — 

The unsleeping care that watch'd thee, — fe< 
Till manhood's years required no more ; 

By all Fve wept and pray'd for thee. 

Now, now, be firm and pity me. 

" Look, I beseech thee, on yon heaven, 
With its high field of azure light ; 

Look on this earth, to mankind given, 
Array'd in beauty and in might. 

And think, nor scorn thy mother's prayer. 

On Viim "wVio «BaA. \\i — ajad they were ! 



MARY MAGDALEN. 535 



** So shait thou not this tyrant fear, 
Nor, recreant, shun the glorious strife ; 

Behold ! thy battle-field is near ; 
Then go, my son, nor heed thy life ; 

Go, like thy &ithful brothers die, 

That I may meet you all on high." 

like arrow from the bended bow. 
He sprang upon the bloody pile ^— 

like sunrise on the morning's snow. 
Was that heroic mother's smile : 

He died — nor fear'd the tyrant's nod— 

For Judah's law and Judah's God. 



MARY MAGDALEN. 
• 
To the hall of that feast came the sinful and fair ; 
She heard in the city that Jesus was there ; 
She mark'd not the splendor that blazed on their 

board; 
But silently knelt at the feet of her Lord. 



536 8ACRED POETRY. 



The hair from her forehead, so sad and bo meek, 
Hung dark o*er the blushes that bum'd on her 

cheek; 
And 80 still and so lowly she bent in her shame, 
It seem'd as her spirit had flown from its frame. 

The frown and the murmnr went round thion^ 

them all, 
That one so unhaUow'd should tread in that hall; 
And some said the poor would be objects more 

meet 
For the wealth of the perfumes she shower'd at 

his feet. 

She mark'd but her Saviour, she spoke but in sighs, 
She dared not look up to the heaven of his eyes; 
And the hot tears gush'd forth at each heave of 
her breast, 

As her lips to his sandals she throbbingly pressU 

• 

On the cloud after tempests, as shineth the bow, 
In the glance of the sun-beam, as melteth the 

snow. 
He look'don that lost one— her sins were forgiven; 



THE MILK-WHITE HIND. 537 



THE MILK-WHITE HIND. 
[From Dryden's " Hind and Panther.'^ 

A MILK-WHITE hind, immortal and unchanged, 
Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged, 
Without unspotted, innocent within ; 
She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin, — 
Yet had she oft been chased with horns and 

hounds 
And Scythian shafts, and many winged wounds, 
Aim'd at her heart ; was often forced to fiy, 
And doom'd to death, though fated not to die. 
Not so her young : for their unequal line 
Was hero's make, half human, half divine. 
Their earthly mould obnoxious was to fate^. 
Th' immortal part assumed immortal state. 
Of these a slaughter'd army lay in blood, 
Extended o'er the Caledonian wood ; 
Their native walk ; whose vocal blood arose, 
And cry'd for pardon on their perjured foes. 
Their fate was fruitful, and the sanguine seed. 
Indued with souls, increased the sacred breed. 



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So captive Israel multiplied in chains, 
A namerous exile, and enjoy'd her pains 
With grief and gladness mix*d, the moth 
Her martyred offspring, and Hieir race re 
Their corpse to perish, but their kind to 
So much the deathless plant the dying 1 

pass'd. 
Pantive and pensive now she ranged alo 
And wander'd in the kingdoms once hei 
The common hunt, though from their 

strain'd 
By sovereign power, her company disdai 
Grinn'd as they pass'd, and with a glarir 
Gave gloomy signs of secret enmity. 
"Tis true, she bounded by, and tripp'd s( 
They had not time to take a steady sigh 
For truth has such a face and such a mu 
As, to be loved, needs only to be seen. 



THE SODALIST's HYMN. 539 



THE SODAUSTS HYMN. 

Childreh of Mary, high your voices raise ! 

Ye, upon whom she easts a mother's eye ; 
Children of God sing' her immortal praise, 

And all exalt her glory to the sky. 
I see ascending to her throne serene, 

like incense, her Sodalist's prayers combined, 
Each heart is made an altar, where the name 

Of Mary lives perpetually enshrined. 

Children of Mary, &e. 

When melancholy glooms her children's heart, 

Mary is present to b%stow relief; 
She tempers pain, she soothes affliction's smart. 

And in our sorrow blends maternal grief. 
Fly, fly to her, beneath her tender care. 

Sorrow shall cease, tears shall no longer flow, 
For you she'll pray, that the eternal King, 

May shower his mercies on your path below. 

Children of Mary, &c. 



I 540 



8ACESD POETRY. 



Happy Sodalists, from lifers earliest morn, 

Who in your holy mother's love unite, 
To Mary let your fervent prayers be borne, 

Mary, her children's refuge and delight! 
Yes, 'tis her pleasure to assist each child 

Who calls upon her aid in humble prayer; 
Past ages speak ! say, was there ever one 

Whose vows our blessed mother would not 
hear! 

Children of Mary, &o. 

Temple divine i asylum of my heart! 

And must I from this sanctuary go ? 
Alas ! O motlier, must I thus depart 

To tempt the perils of tMs world of woe? 
O Mary! 'mid what dangers must I plunge? 

The flood of scandal inundates the scene ; 
O'er thy Sodalist watch, be thou his guide. 

Oh let not this, his humble prayer, be vain. 

Children of Mary, &c. 



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TRUE LOVE. 



641 



TRUE LOVE. 

O SEE how Jesus trusts Himself 

Unto our childish love, 
As though by his free ways with us 

Our eaniastness to prove! 

God gives Himself as Mary's Babe 
To sinners' trembling arms, 

And veils his everlasting light 
In childhood's feeble charms. 

His sacred Name a common word 
On earth He loves to hear ; 

There is no majesty in Him 
Which love may not come near. 



His priests, they bear Him in their hands, 

Helpless as babe can be ; 
His love seems very foolishness 

For its simplicity. 



MS SAOaSD POfiT&T. 



The light of love is round his feet, 

His paths are never dim ; 
And He comes nigh to us when we 

Dare not come m^ to Him. 

Let us be simple with Him then, 
Not backward, stiff, or cold. 

As though our Bethlehem could be 
What Sina was of old. 

His love of us may teach us how 

To love Him in return ; 
Love cannot help but grow more free 

The more its transports burn. 

The solemn face, the downcast eye, 
The words constrained and cold, — 

These are the homage, pocv at best, 
Of those outside the fold. 

• 

They know not how our God can pla 
The Babels, the Brother's part; 

They dream not of the ways He has 
CM. ^•^X^wa, «^> ^<& h^art. 



TRUE LOVE. 543 



Most winningly He lowers Himself, 
Yet they dare not come near ; 

They cannot know in their blind place 
The love that casts out fear. 

In lowest depths of littleness 

God sinks to gain our love ; 
They put away the sign in fear, 

And our free ways reprove. 

O that they knew what Jesus ^^i§s, 

And what untold abyss 
lies in love's simple forwardness 

Of more than earthly bliss ! 

O that they knew what faith can work I 

What Sacraments can do ! 
What simple love is like, on fire 

In hearts absolved and true ! 

How can they tell how Jesus oft 

His secret thirst will slake, 
On those strange freedoms childlike hearts 

Are taught by God to take t 



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BNOLI8H INDEX. 



Mild aDd Mnne ye angeto appear 

Mine be Slon*» taabitaftioD JfmU. 

Month of May 

Mother ! to Ihee myself I yield 

Mother of Almighty (aod. Caswail.. . . . 

Mother of Christ ! hear thoa thy people's cry Caawail 

Mutlier of mercy, hail, O gentle Queen CaawmU 

Mother of our Lord and Saviour Caswaii. 

My God, I love Thee, not because Ctswaii,. . . . 

My (iod, my life, my love Jinam, 

My soul, what hast thou done for God ?. . . . F\aber 

My spirit longeth for Thee Brydgteg 

NlKht>r still, and still more nigh CaswcU, 

Noble Champion of the I^ord Caawall., . . . 

No track is on the sunny sky Faber 

Now at the Jjainb's high royal feast Casvail, 

Now (laily shines the sun more fair GuwaiL. . . . 

Now (loth the fiery sun decline Caswail 

Now doth the fiery sun decline Caswaii 

Now doth the sun ascend the sky Caswaii 

Now let the earth with joy resound Caswaii,. . . . 

Now let us sit and weep Caswaii, 

Now. while the herald bird of day Caswaii 

Now with the fast-departing light Caswaii 

Now with the rising golden dawn Caswaii 

Now with the slow-revolving year Caswaii 

O blessed Saint, of snow-white purity Caswaii, .... 

O blest Creator of the light Caswaii. 

O blest Creator of the world Caswaii 

bounleoTia Tnx&eT o^ \,Vvc^ ^lobe Caswaii. .... 

O Capta^T^ ot \fcie ^mV>|t \vo%.\. cqa^qu, 



411 



M 
81 

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43! 
441 

« 

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461 

1« 
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15< 

5i 
9« 
101 

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7: 

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TRUE LOVE. 545 



They would have run away from God 
For their own vileness' sake, 

And fear'd lest some interior light 
From tell-tale eyes should break. 

They know not how the outward smile • 

The inward awe can prove ; 
They &thom not the creature's fear 

Of Uncreated Love. 

The majesty of God ne*er broke 

On them like fire at night, 
Flooding their stricken souls, while they 

Lay trembling in the light 

They love not; for they have not kiss'd 

The Saviour's outer hem : 
They fear not ; for the Living God 

Is yet unknown to them ! 



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ENGLISH nniBz. 



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01lK>ii,tkeFMlier*BliDUgeblMfc 

O Thoil, tke Heaven's eternal King 

O Tbott, tke Martyrs' glorious King 

O ThoQf thy Mother's Mak«r, hail 

O Thoa trae life of all that live 

O Thou, who dost all nature sway 

O Thou, who dost all nature sway 

O Thou, who thine own Father^ breast . 

O turn to Jesus, Mother, turn 

Oar limbs with tranquil sleep refreshed . 

O what oould my Jesus do mcne ? , 

O ye angeUc bands, attend 

Peter, blest Sh^herd I hear our piteous cr 
Peter, whatever thou shalt bind on earth. 

Perfection 

Praise we those ministers celestial 

Prayer of the contrite sinner 

Preparative to Prayer 

Preserve, my Jesus, oh preserve 

Protect thy native land, O Spirit ilest 

Pure Light of light ! eternal Day 

Pure, meek, with soul serene 

Reception of Members 

Redeemer blest of all who live 

Rejoice, O ye Spirits and Angels on high. 

Remember, man, that thou art dust 

Remember, O Creator Lord 

Riches and regal throne, for Christ's dear 

sake 

Rise, g\oi\o\Ls Coucvueror, rise 

Rook of A^lSQia, t«sl\ ^ot taa 



THE BIGHT MUST WIN. 547 



HI masters good ; good seems to change 

To ill with greatest ease ; 
And, worst of all, the good with good 

Is at cross purposes. 

The Chuch, the Sacraments, the Faith, 

Their uphill journey take, 
Lose here what there they gain, and, if 

We lean upon them, break. 

It is not so, but so it looks; 

And we lose courage then ; 
And doubts will come if €rod hath k^t 

His promises to men. 

Ah ! God is other than we think ; 

His ways are far above. 
Far beyond reason's height, and reached 

Only by childlike love. 

The look, the fashion of God's ways 

Love's lifelong study are; 
She can be bold, and guess, and aot| 

When reason would not dare. 



A 



M8 SAOBBD PQETRT. 

£Hie haa a prodenee of her own; 

Her step is firm and free; 
Yet there k eantioos acienoe too 

In her aiinplicily. 

Workman of God ! O lose not heai 
But learn what God k like ; 

And in the darkest battle-field 
Thou shalt know where to strike 

O bless'd k he to whom k given 
The instiiict that can tell 

That Grod k on the field, when He 
Is most invisible ! 

And bless'd is he who can divine 
Where real right doth lie, 

And dares to take the side that se^ 
Wrong to man's blindfold eye ! 

O learn to scorn the praise of men ! 

O learn to lose with God I 
. For Jesus won the world through si 



TRB BUHT a 



God'B glory b a wondrons thing, 
Uoat strange in all ita tnyt. 

And, of all liinga on earth, least like 
What men agree to praise. 

Ab He can endleu glory weave 

. From time's mlBJudging ahome, 
In bio own world He is content 
To play a losing game. 

Hose on his jnattce, downcast Seal ! 

Hnse and take better heart; 
Back with thine angel to the field, 

Good luck ahall crown thy part! 

God's jnatioe ia a bed where we 
Our aniionB heurte may lay. 

And, weary with onrselTea, may aleep 
Our diacontont away. 

For right is right, rinca God ia God; 

And right the day mnet win; 
To doubt would be dialoyalfy. 

To fatter would be Bin I 



§S0 BAORXD FOKTRT. 



PKRFBCnON. 

O HOW the thought of God attracts 
And draws the heart from earth, 

And sickens it of passing shows 
And dissipating mirth ! 

Tis not enough to save our souls, 

To shun the eternal fires ; 
The thought of God will rouse the hei 

To more sublime desires. 

God only is the creature's home, 
Though long and rough the road ; 

Yet nothing less can satisfy 
The love that longs for God. 

O utter but the Name of God 

Down in your heart of hearts. 
And aee how from the world at once 



FXRTEOTIOlf. So: 

A tniBting heart, a yearaing eye. 

Can win their way above ; 
If monntiunB can be moved by &ith, 

Is there less power in love ! 

How little of that road, my eoul 1 

How little hast thoa gone! 
Take heart, and let the thought of God 

Allure thee further on. 

The freedom from all wilM sin. 
The Christian's daily task, — 

O these are graces far below 
Wiiat longing love would ask t 

Dole not tiiy duties out to God, 

But let thy hand be free : 
Look long at Jesas; bis sweet Blood, 

How was it dealt 1« theet 

Hie perfect way is bard to flesh ; 

It is not hard to love ; 
If thou wert sick for want of God, 

How swiftly wottldst tiww vdOTftX 



552 SAGRSB POETRY. 



Good is the cloister's silent shade, 

Cold watch and pining fast ; 
Better the mission's wearing strife, 

If there thy lot be cast 

Yet none of these perfection needs:' 

Keep thy heart calm all day, 
And catch the words the Spirit there 

From hour to hour may say. 

O keep thy conscience sensitive; ' 

No inward token miss ; 
And go where grace entices thee;— 

Perfection lies in this. 

Be docile to thine unseen Guide, 

Love Him as He loves thee ; 
Time and obedience are enough. 

And thou a Saint shalt be ! 



CONVERSION. 553 



CONVERSION. 

O Faith ! thou workest miracles 

Upon the hearts of men, 
Choosing thy home in those same hearts 

We know not how or when. 

To one thy grave unearthly truths 

A heavenly vision seem ; 
While to another's eye they are 

A superstitious dream. 

To one the deepest doctrines look 

So naturally true. 
That when he learns the lesson first 

He hardly thinks it new. 

To other hearts the selfsame truths 

No light or heat can bring ; 
They are but puzzling phrases strung 

Lake beads upon a string. 



564 SACKED FOVT&T. 



O Gift of Gifts! O Grace of Failli! 

My God ! how can it be 
That Thou, who hast discerning love, 

Shooldst give that gift to me ? 

There was a place, there v^as a time, 
Whether by night or day, 

Thy spirit came and left that gift, 
And went upon his way. 

How many hearts Then mig^tst have 
More innocent than mine ! 

How many souls more worthy &r 
Of that sweet touch of thine ! 

Ah Grace ! into unlikeliest hearts 

It is thy boast to come, 
The glory of thy light to find 

In darkest spots a home. 

How will they die, how will they die. 

How bear the cross of grief. 
Who have not got the light of faith, 



CONVERSION. 



666 



The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross 
Seem trifles less than light, — 

Earth looks so little and so low 
When faith shines full and bright 

O happy, happy that I am ! 

If thou canst be, O Faith I 
The treasure that thou art in life. 

What wilt thou be in death ? 



Thy choice, O God of Goodness ! then 

I lovingly adore ; 
O give me grace to keep thy grace. 

And grace to merit more ! 



^1 ^irtri jsH glDtiB 

€m Ijorittt ^axA, 
Mm tt jttt nmiif smlm, 

€ii m tjir /atjiK;, glnnf lu, 
iini rata (fifriit ifis irali[ |mr, 
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ENGLISH INDEX. 

OoMTAnRMo smr pocx, sithxk bt m Fnurr uora ob tixu. 

PASS 

Above the etanry spheres Ckuwill.. . . 150 

After Commonion W, Young, 438 

After Commanion J. R. Beste. 439 

Again the slowly circling year Ctuttall,. . . 152 

Again the Sunday mom CaswaU.. . . 336 

Ah ! dearest Lord, I cannot pray Faber. 451 

All hail, dear conqueror, all hail Faber 355 

All Saints Brydges. . . 397 

All ye who groan, beneath Castoall,. . . 323 

All ye who seek a certain cure Castoall.. . . 166 

All ye who seek, in hope and love Castoall,. . . 211 

** And Jesus wept" Brydges, . . 494 

An exile for the Faith Castoall,. . . 331 

Ark of the Covenant ! not that CaswaU 164 

Ash-Wednesday J, R. Beste. 352 

As the Sun jShoti 502 

At evening's silent hour 9ium 404 

At the Cross her station keeping Castoall.. . . 182 

Bathed in Eternity's all-beauteous beam Castoall 209 

Behold the Lamb Brydges. . . 366 

Bethlehem ! of noblest cities Castoall — 100 

Blessed Lamb ! on Calvary's mountain Brydges. . . 309 

Blest Guardian of all virgin souls Castoall. . . . 236 

Blest Messenger of Heaven ! thou didst Castoall, ... 229 

Blest Spirits of Light 1 ye have not forsaken .^tum 428 



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1 
1 



ri fiwnC l«ri« fWMatrr jUrw 199 

n Stlitttrm immime 599 

Ftmi Ortmttr Spiritus 149 

rrai C>Mt«r Spiritus 3M 

rm'OMtM' Sfiritms JW 

rtmi SmmeU Sfiritut 9B9 

r«rf f C«fa JHMMtor «A« W 

WgHum tufermmm prtiiens tt 

WtHmm t^fftrmmm prtd i ens M 

fniOa Rtgi* prtdtmmt 135 

righm^ Pmtekali Immdes Xf 

Firgimu Prttet (^tfexqme mmtris 9S7 

F«f/» rirgiuum frmcimrm IS 

n'M, Oe#%(It«L> 3n 






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