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S U N DA Y - S C H O O L

YM N - O K H B O .

CO NTAINING A CO L L ECTIO N O F CATHO L IC HYMNS ARRANGED F O R TH E

PRINCIPAL SEASONS AND FESTIVAL S

O F THE YEAR .

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TABL E O F CONTENTS.

A s of Fai h Desire etc . ct t , ,, e l Adeste Fid e s .

Adoro te devote A lma Re demptorl s ' rna risti Am Ch . Arm for D e adly Fight Ave Mari s S tell a ina Ave Reg “ is sima A ve S anét . Ave Verum

B right Q ueen of Heaven . Chi ld ’s May Song ’ Chi l d s Hymn to the Guardian Angel ’ hil ren 8 arol C d C !

Chri s tians ,to the War ’ Chri stians ,Who of Jesus Sorr ows Chrl stmas Ca rol

Come ,Holy Ghost Come ,le t us Lift our Joyful Eyes Come ,ye Lofty ! Come ,ye L owly ' Corpus Crib of Bethl ehe m

ear uar ian of M ar ; D G d y . Dearest Mother Easter Hymn

Epiphany Evening Hymn

Evvl va ar1a . M . Fading,stil l Faith of our iv Table o C n ten ts f o .

Hail ,Hea venl y Q ueen

Q ueen of Hea ven

Heart of Jes us , eart of ar H M y .

Holy M ary,Mother Mil d ol ame of esu H y N J s .

imir o e ar Cas t th . . Hymn of St. B V M y Hymn Hymn

o iritus Invocati S . Sp

Jerusal em,My H appy Jerusal em the Golden esu De us a ne J M g ! Jesu Dul cis Memori a e sus rucified J C . Jesus in the Bl es sed S acram ent is o Jesus G d “ e avi our of m oul J sus ,S y S .

Litany of the Bless ed Virgin of e sus The Love J , . Magnifieat M g l ifieat Mgl den M other M ary,Mother SW ’ i l e s Mary s T t . a ble o ontents T f C .

M ate r Admirabili s May Hymn May Jes us Chris t be Praise d mo o r o t erna r Me ra re ; r,P ayer f S . B d Mother D ea r M other Love d o her o r M f M e c . t y . elove My B d .

' Name of Jesus,The New Christmas Hymn

- 0 e au i ul hou Art B t f T . 0 Cor Amoris ic im V t s. 0 D eus ! Ego amo O il ii et ilias ,F F . . O ,Kindes t Maker 0 S al utaris O Sanctissim a . O n thi s Day,0 Beautiful Mother O ra p ro me O ur Lady s Ex pe ctation O ur La dy of the S ac red Heart O ur Q ueen Immac ula te

an e in ua P g L g . ra e r to e s us in the l esse a r men P y J B d S c a t . Precious B lood ,The f Prince of Pe ace ,

u of the ie Q een Sk s .

‘ Re ina Cceli g . Roman hris tmas Carol C .

Sacre d Heart S acre d H eart S alve Regina avin H os S g t . Saviour,When in Dust to Thee ’ ee ami the Win er 3 S now S , d t . ee the ra l e s en n S Pa c ete D c di g . Silent Ni ht S now an Rain have ’ Sodalists Hymn, S oldie rs of Je sus Christ,The Soul of esus J . ta a M ater S b t . Sta r of aco J b . ar of h St t e Sea . Ta ble o ontents vi f C .

O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O

O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O

Te Deum Thanksgiving Tha nksgiving after Communion To Jesus H eart TO “ Love Thee ,0 Mary Tota ' Pulchra

Virgin M other

Watch over Wel come d with Joy With HYMN B O O K.

V N T A D E .

l — EA THE STAR OF THE S .

1 O PU RE ST of creatures,sweet Mother,sweet Maid, The one sp otless womb wherein Jesus was l aid : D ark night hath come down on us,Mother,

and w e Look out for thy shining,sweet Star of the

Sea .

2 Deep night hath come down on this rough spoken w orld, “ And the banners of darkness are boldly nu furled ; And the tempest - tossed Church ,all her eyes are on thee They look to thy shining,sweet Star of the Sea .

3 O h! blissful and calm w as the wonderful rest That thou gavest thy God in thy virginal breast ; 8 Advent .

For the he aven Heleft He found Heaven in thee, And He sh one 1n thy shini ng,sweet Star of

the Sea .

4 Oh ! shi ne . on us brighter than ever,then, shine ! For the p rimest of honors, dear Mother ! is thine ; Conceived with out sin, thy ne w title shall be, Clear light f rom thy birth - spring, sweet Star of the Sea !

2—THE IMM L P ACU ATE CONCE TION.

1 O MOTHE R ! I coul d weep for mirth, Joy fills my heart so fast ; My soul tod ay is heave n on earth, Oh ! could the transp ort l ast !

I think of thee,a nd wh at thou art, Thy majesty,thy state ; And I keep smgmg 1n my heart, Immacul ate Immacul ate

2 It is this thought tod ay that lifts My h appy he art to he aven, That for our sakes thy choicest gifts n n To thee,dear Quee ! were give .

I think of thee,etc . ’ Our L a d s Ex ecta tion y p .

3 O h! blessed be the Etern al Son, Who j oys to call thee Mother, And lets p oor m e n by sin undone éF or a a H im thy s ke c ll Brother.

n of I thi k thee,etc .

4 Immaculate C onception ! far Above all graces ~ blest ! Thou shine st like a royal star

’ O n God s eternal bre ast !

I n thi k of thee,etc .

3—O L DY’ ! P C I UR A S E E TAT ON.

I L IKE the daw ni ng of the morni ng ’ O n the mountain s golde n heights, L ike the bre aki ng of the moonbeams O n the gloom of cl oudy nights ; Like a secret t old by angels, Getti ng known up on the e arth, ’ Is the Mother s Expectation M ’ Of essiah s speedy birth .

2 Thou wert happy,blessed Mother ! With the very bliss of heaven,

’ Since the angel s salut ation In thy raptured ear w as given Since the Ave of that midnight, When thou w ert anointed Queen, Like a river overflOwing a th n h e been H th e grace withi t e . 10 t A dven .

3 And what wonders have been in thee All the day and all the night, While the a ngels fell before thee, To adore the Light of Light ; Whne the gl ory of the Fa ther H ath been in thee as a h ome, And the sceptre of cre ation a n w in mb H th bee ielded thy wo .

4 Thou hast w aited, Child of David ! ’ And thy w aiting: now is o e r ! Thou h ast seen H im,Blessed Mother ! And w ilt see H im evermore ! O h ! His Human Face and Features,

' T hey w ere p ass ing sw eet to see ; Thou beholdest them this moment; M other,show them now to m e !

— H 4 TOTA PU L C RA .

I TO TA pulchra es,Maria, Tota pulchra es,Maria, Et macul a or iginalis non est in te, Et m a ula ori inalis non in c g est te . Tu gl oria Jerusalem, Tu l aetitia Israel , Tu honorificentia populi nostri, Tu m ad voc ata peccatoru .

2 0 Maria, 0 Maria, Virgo prudentissima, Mater cl ementissima, ’ ’ mn o ‘ t aszmzr I Hy f S . U . I

O ra pro nobis , Intercede pro nobis, um hri m Ad D ominum Jes C stu .

— L 5 INVIO ATA .

INVIO L ATA ,integra e t ca sta es,Maria, Q ua; es effecta f ulgid a coeli p orta ; O Mater alma Christi carissima, Susc ipe pia l aud um p raec onia, Nostra ut pura pectora sint et corpora, r Te nunc fiagita nt devot a corda et o a . Tua per pre c ata d ule isona,

b n a n a m smeul N o is co c ed s ve i per a. O Benigna ! 0 Regina ! 0 Maria !

Q uae s ola i nviolat a p ermansisti . — n T. A HYMN o C SIMIR TO B . 6 S THE . v MARK:

‘1 DAIL Y,d aily, sing to M ary, Sing,my soul,her praises due Al l her fe asts ,her actions worship, ’ the a o on ue With he rt s dev ti tr .

’ Lost in w ond ring contemplation, Be her maj esty contest; Call her Mother,call her Virgin, a M r n H ppy othe ,Virgi blest .

2 Holy Mary,we implore thee, By thy purity divine, Help us ,bending here before thee, us u be ine Help tr ly to th . t 12 Adven .

Thou,unfoldi ng wide the portals Of the kingd om in the skies, Holy Virgi n,h ast to m ortals o n the an of a a Sh w l d P r dise .

3 Teach ,oh ! teach us,Holy Mother, H ow to c onquer every sin, H ow to l ove and ' hel p e acih other, w the z o f to win H o pri e life . Thou to wh om a c hild w as given Gre ater than the s ons of men, C orning d ow n from highest heaven To at h o a a n cre e t is w rld g i .

4 Oh ! by th at Al mighty Maker Whom thyself,a vi rgin, bore ; Oh ! by thy S upreme Cre at or , Linked w ith t hee for evermore B y~ the hope thy name inspires ; By our doom,reversed through

us u n o f An - s Help . Q ee gel choir , e ermt To a blest t y. CH R S T M A S I .

7— ! M ’ SEE A ID THE WINTER S SNOW.

’ 1 SEE ! amid the w inter s snow, Born for us on earth below, See ! the tender L amb appears, Proml se d from eternal ye ars !

Hail ! thou ever - bl essed morn !

’ Hail ! Redempti on s happy d awn ! Sing through al l Jerusalem, Christ is born in Bethlehem !

2 L o ! within a m anger lies _ He wh o built the starry skies He,who throned in height sublime,

m c he rw im Sits a id the .

a ! u - l e m n H il tho ever b ess d or ! etc .

3 Say,ye holy shepherds,say, What your j oyful new s to- day ? Wherefore have ye left y our sheep ! O n the l one ly m oun tai n steep ?

a ! u - se m n H il tho ever bles d or ! etc . s Christma .

d a of ni , As we w a tched at e d ght nd ou ; L o ! w e saw a w o r s light ’ ‘ ac on a , Angels Si nging Pe e e rth ’ h ! S a ou birt . T ol d us of the vi r s

n! . - e mor etc H ail ! thou ever bless d

B—ADESTE FIDELES .

' ' l es 1 ADE s rE fide , m hantes , L aeti triu p in Bethlehem Venite ,venite dete Natum vi

' el orum, B egum Ang

’ doremus , Vehite ,a i a dore mus , Venite . om num. doremus D i Venite, a

Deo 2 Deum de , m ne Lumen de lu i , uellm viscera ; Gestant p um verum De , on ac um, Genitum n f t

Venite ,etc .

Io! 3 Cantet nunc m Chorus Angel oru ; um aul a coalesti Cantet nunc Gloria In excelsis Deo,

Venite,etc . Gloria in E aselsis D60. 15

4 Ergo,qui natus Die hodierna Jesu ! ti bi sit gloria, Patris es terni Verb um c ar o factum,

Venite,etc .

— DEC 9 GL ORIA IN E! CELSIS .

1 ANGEL S w e have heard on high, ’ Sweetly singing o e r our plains, A nd the m ountains l n reply, Ec ho b ack their j oyous strains ; Si ng,oh sing, this blessed morn, Jesus Christ to- dayis b orn Gloria in excelsis Deo !

2 Sh epherds,why this j ubilee ? Why your rapturous s tr ain prolong ? S ay,wh at may the tidi ngs be, Which inspire your he avenly song ’ Sing; oh sing,this bl esse d morn, Jesus Christ t o day is born; Glori a in excelsis Deo !

m m om a nd 3 Co e to Bethlehe , c e . see H im wh ose birth the angels S i ng; Come,ad ore on bended knee, ’ Th infant Christ,the new - born King ; Sing,oh sing this blessed morn, Jesus Chr ist tod ay is born G loria in excelsis Deo ! 16 Christma s .

4 See within a manger laid, Jesus,L ord of he aven and e arth ! Mary,Joseph,lend your aid,

’ us n our a ou With si g S vi r s birth . Sing,oh sing this blessed m orn, Jesus Christ t od ay is b orn : Gl oria in excelsis Deo !

IO—THE M CRIB OF BETHLEHE .

1 O SING a j oyous carol Unto the Holy Child, And pra ise with gl adsome voices

! His mother u ndefil e d O ur youthful v oices greeting Shall hail our Infant King ; And our sweet Lady listens,

’ n n n Whe childre s voices si g .

2 Who is there meekly lyi ng In yonder st able poor ? Dear children,it is Jesus ;

ou now . a o He bids y d re . Who is there kneeling by Him, In virgin beauty fair ? It is our Mother,Mary ; She bids you all draw near

3 Who is there near the manger Th at guards the H oly Child ? It is the great S aint Joseph, Chaste Spouse of Mary mild

The a Son B be,the ,the Holy O ne of Mary, He is born to set us free ; He is born our Lord to be,

The God,the Lord, B a ll a o o y d red f rever .

Let the bright red berr ies glow Everywhere in goodly show ;

a Son O ne The B be,the ,the Holy of Mary . Christian men,rej oice and sing : ’ Tis the birthd ay of a King,

The God,the Lord, all adoi ed By forever.

3 Night of sad ness ; Morn of gl adness Evermore : Ever,ever After many trouble s sore, Morn ofg ladness,evermore and evermore Midnight scarcely p assed and over, Drawi ng to this holy morn a e a hrl st wa Very e rly,v ry e rly C s born.

4 Sing out with bliss, His name is this, Emmanuel : As was foretold The E i ha n p p y. 19

In d ays of old a By G briel . Midnigh t scarcely passed and ove r, Dra wing to this h oly morn,

a a C w as n Very e rly,very e rly hrist bor .

13— E EPIPH A TH NY .

WE three Kings from Orie nt are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field a nd fountain, Grove and m ountai n,

F ollowing yonder star.

“ 0 star of wonder,st ar of light, Star w ith royal beauty b right: Ever leading , still proceeding, u us to t t G ide thy perfec ligh .

2 B orn a King on Bethlehem pl ai n, Gold I bring to crown Him again ; Ki ngforever,

‘ Ce asin g never, us all to e n O ver r ig .

. 0 a on e t st r of w der, c .

3 Frankincense to offer have I, Incense breathes a Deity nigh ; Prayer and praising, All men rais ing, H im on Worship ,God high.

0 s a wond t t r of er,e c . h istmas 20 C r .

' 4 Myrrh I bring,1ts bitter perfume Breathes a life of gatheri ng gl oom Sorr owi ng,sighing, Bleeding,dying,

a in on - o m Se led the st e c ld to b .

n 0 star of wo der,etc .

l 4—ROMAN CHRISTMAS CAROL 1 TH E snow l ay on the ground, The stars shone bright, When Christ our L ord was born n ma n O Christ s ight .

’ 2 , Twas Mary,daughter pure Of h oly Ann, That brought into this w orld ur G od ma Man O de .

3 She l aid H im m a stall, At Bethlehem, The ass and oxen shared The oo w m r f ith the .

o too w St . J seph as by, To tend the Child , To guard Him,and protect Mo m His ther ild .

5 The Angels h overed round, And sang this song, Venite adore m num mus Do i .

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16— E ’ CHILDR N S CAROL.

1 WAKEN ! Christi an children, Up and let us sing, Wi th gl ad v oice the praises

our ne w- n n Of bor Ki g .

2 ’ m t Up ! . tis eet o welcome, With a j oyous l ay, Christ,the King of Gl ory, o n for us od a B r t y .

3 Com e ,nor fear to seek H im, Children though w e be ; Once He said of children, “ ! m om to Me Let the c e .

4 In a manger l owly Sleep s the He avenly Child ’ O er H im fondly bendeth M m M ary, other ild .

5 H aste w e then to w elcome With a j oy ous l ay Christ,the Kingof Glory, r u o a Born fo s t d y .

17— GLORY TO GOD .

I WHEN Christ w as b orn of Mary free, In Bethlehem , th a t fair c itie, m and Angels sang there with irth glee .

' In c o a In a ex elsis Gl ri , excelsis Glori . Christ/ma s Christmas ! 23

Herdsman beheld these Angels bright, To them appe aring w ith great light,

’ Who said,G od s Son is born to- night,

In o a excelsis Gl ri ,etc .

The King is come to save mankind, A S in Scripture truths w e find, Therefore this s ong we have in mind,

n I excelsis Gl ori a,etc .

Then,dear L ord,for Thy gre at grace, Grant us in bliss to see Thy face, That we m ay sing to Thy sol ace,

In o e c excelsis Gl ria, t .

18 —CHRISTMAS ! CHRISTMAS ! CH RISTMAS ! CH RISTMA S ! CH RI STMAS !

1 Christ was bOrn on Christmas day,

i ‘ L e t nations all rej oice ; In si nging praises to His Name ’ nd o Raise ev ry head a v ice . He came,the S avi our, to release, ’ From Satan s b onds set free, To rest in pe ace with him above a To ll eternity .

2 Jesus Christ w as born to d ay, u n His triumphs let s Si g . Redeemed s ouls,as best we may,

r - n Thank Him,ou new born Ki g . hristmas 24 C .

Though l owly born and lowly laid, Where angels do a dore, The Name of H im w hose glories great

n m o . m Will shi e for ever re A en.

194 A M CHRIST AS CAROL .

1 LE T us sing the praise of H im, Oh ! let our t ongues not falter, He was born to be our King,

’ Whose gl ory ne e r c an alter ; ’ Al l praise be giv n, . ’ O n earth or H eav n,

Alleluia ! Amen .

m n 2 In a. a ger lowly laid, And where the shepherds found ’ Ev ry homage be H im paid, who By those kneel before Him ; ’ Raise e v ry v oice, Let earth rej oice, u a ! m n Allel i A e .

3 Born to -day,si ng loud the l ay, From hearts th at cannot vary, Christ is born for us this day, Born of the Sp otl ess Mary ; Redeemer King, Thy praise we sing, l u a ! m n A lel i A e .

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Hear the Alleluias ring Which the angel chor us si ng Christ the Saviour has come, a ou has c om Christ the S vi r e .

3 Sile nt night,sac red night, Son of God,0 wh at light, Radiates fromthy m ange r bed a m w a n a Over re l s ith d rk ess spre d . Thou in Bethlehem b orn ou in h m o n Th Bethle e b r . — 22 COME,YE LOFTY ! CO ME ,YE LOWLY ! A A ! CH RISTM S C R OL . !

1 Come,ye lofty ! C ome,ye l owly ! Let your songs of gl adness ring ! In a stable lies the Holy, In a manger rests the King

’ See,in Mary s arms reposi ng,

' Christ by highest He ave n ad ored Come,your circle round H im closi ng, a o Pious hearts th t l ve the Lord .

2 Come e oo no om of a n t y p r ; p p st tio Robes the Child your hearts ad ore He,the Lord of all salvati on, Shares y our w ant ,is w e ak and poor Oxen round about behold them, a na and a R fters ked . cold b re See the Shepherds ! God has t old them “ ! the n f a That Pri ce o Pe ce lies there . hristma s H m C y n. 27

3 High above a st ar is Shining, And the Wise M en haste from fa r Come,gl ad hearts ,and spirits pining, ’ ou all ha h th a For y s ris e st r . Let us bring our glad obl a tions, Thanks,and love,and faith ,and praise, Come,ye people ! C ome ,ye nati ons ! a All in all draw nigh to g ze .

4 Hark ! the Heaven of heavens is ringing, Christ the L ord to man is bor n ! not ll our a t too Si n i n Are a he r s . , g g, Welcome ,w elcome,Christmas morn ? Still the Child,al l power possessing, Smiles as through the ages past ; And the song of Christmas blessing n Sweetly si ks to rest at l ast .

23— M CHRISTMAS HY N.

Be glad,oh ! earth T ’ TiS Jesus birth That bids your s orrow s cease — Be gl ad be gl ad , Why st ill be sad ? The day for heave nly j oy is made, F or u b n us Jes s ri gs peace .

See,where He lies ; See,from those eye s e n n Th lovi g tears ra in dow . h istmas C r .

— See,from his face The light of grace Shines brightly on our rans omed race, n on To heave n and gl ad ess w .

Embra ce your God The Infant B ud, That bloss oms for our earth, For b ri ghter skies Beam from his eyes And love lifts up to Paradise ’ our u To greet Jes s birth.

‘ From I hy dear Heart ’ Ne er let us p art ;

’ ' E er bless thy living shri ne . Thy l ove shall charm Aw ay from harm, And precious grace sh all ever arm a n un n The he rts o ce bo d to Thi e.

24— T O D’RI WI H W N NG AWE .

’ 1 WITH w ond ring a we, The wise m en Saw The star in Heaven springi ng, And with delight In peaceful night , They he ard the Angels singing H osanna ! Hosanna ! o anna to nam H s His e . ’ With Wond rin Awe g . 29

2 By light of sta r ’ They travell d far To seek the lowly manger A humble b ed, Wherein w as laid w ond ou The r s little stranger. osanna H ,etc .

3 And still is found The w orld around, The old and h all owed story And still is sung In every tongue ;

’ a n on l The gels s g of g ory. o anna H s ,etc .

4 The heavenly star Its ray afar O n every l and 1s throwing, An d shall n ot cease Till h oly peace i n In all the earth s gl owi g. nn Hosa a,etc . N T L E .

—C R S AN S wno or ESU S ’ SORRO 2 5 H I TI , J WS .

’ 1 CH R ISTIANS ,who of Jesus sorrows, Come the d ol eful tale to he ar, See wh at streams of bl ood flow for us, n ah en a t a a ea Ble d, ! bl d le st t r .

2 L o ! for your own S ins de voted, Bleeds the victim from on high, ’ By his sufi rings anim ated, F or H im l and for H im di ive e .

3 See,now Jes us is forsaken, Round Him pre ss a ruthless band, ’ See His he av nly cheeks are smitten, ’ u l so an By the cr e ldier s h d .

4 Now behold the Man of S orrows, O n the Cross ex alted high ; S ufferi ng,bleeding,dying for us,

ow e ho a a on n N b ld s lv ti igh .

26— JESUS CRUCIFIED .

1 O H ,come a nd mourn w ith me awhile ; See , Mary c alls us to her side ; Oh,come a nd let us mourn with her ; Jesus,our Love,is crucified ! st a Rosa My ic . 3 1

2 Have we no te ars to shed for Him, While s ol diers sc off and Jews deride ? Ah,look how patiently He h angs Jesus,our L ove,is crucified !

3 Seve n times He s poke, se ve n words of love, And all three h ours His silenc e cried For mercy on the s ouls of me n

‘ Jesus,our Love, is crucified !

4 Come,take thy stand beneath the Cross, And let the B lood from out that Side

. F all gently on thee drop by drop ;

Jesus,our Love,- is crucified !

27— MY ROSA STICA .

1 ROSE of the Cross,th ou mystic flower ! I lift my heart to thee In every mel a nch oly hour, Ma ! m m b me ry re e er .

A wanderer here through many a wild, Where few thei r w ay can see Bloom with fragrance on thy child Mar ! m m me y re e ber .

3 Let me but st and where thou hast stood, Beside the crimson tree, And by the w ater and the blood Ma ! m m e m ry re e b r e. 4 There let me wash my sinful soul, And be from sin set free ; — Draw n by thy love,by grace made whole a m m me Mary ! re e ber .

5 Le ad me forever to adore The glori ous O ne in Three And whilst I tremble m ore and more, m m m e Mary ! re e ber .

28 — M STABAT ATER .

1 STAB AT Mater dolorosa, Jux ta cruc e m l ac rymosa, Dum endebat u p Fili s . C uj us anim am gem entem, Contristatam , e t dol entem,

Pertrans ivit l a u g di s .

2 O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedict a Mater Unige niti ! Q uae mmreb at,et dol ebat, Pia Mater dum videbat a oenas incl ti N ti p y .

3 Quis est h omo ,qui non fieret, Matrem Christi Si videret In t anto supplicio? u non o c ofitristari Q is p sset . Christi Matrem c ontempl ari Dol entem cum Filio?

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— 29 SAVIOUR,WHEN IN DUST TO THE]

1 SAVIOUR,when in dust to Thee L ow w e b ow the adori ng knee ; ' When,repentant,to the skies,

‘ Scarce w e lift our streaming eyes ; O h ! by all the pains and w oe S uffered once for man below ; B ending from Thy throne on high, mn an H ear our sole Lit y .

2 By Thy birth and early years, By Thy human griefs and fears,

' B y Thy fasting and distress In the lonely w ilderness, By T hy victory in the hour ’ Of the subtle tempter s power, Jesus,l ook w ith pitying eye ;

ur mn an Hear o sole Lit y .

3 By Thine hour of dark d espair, B y Thine agony of prayer, By Thy purple robe of scorn, By T hy w ounds,Thy crow n of thorn, By Thy cross,Thy p angs and cries, By Thy perfect s acrifice, Jesus,l ook wi th pitying eye ; Hear our solemn Litany

4 By Thy deep,exp iri ng groan, By Thy sealed sepulchral stone, ul o es us So f J .

' ’ By Thy triumph o er the grave, By Thy power from death to save, Mighty God, ascended L Ord, -TO Thy throne in he aven res tored, Prince and S a vi our,hea r our cry, a n Hear our solemn Lit y .

30— SOUL OF JESUS .

1 SOUL of Jesus,make me holy, Make me contrite , meek and lowly ; Soul most s tai nless ,S oul di vme, Cleanse this sord id s oul O f mine ; Hallow this p oll uted s oul, P urify it,make it wh ole ; Soul of Jesus,h allow m e ; Miserere D omine l

2 Save me,Body O f my Lord, Sa ve a si nner vile, abhorred ; S acred B ody,wan and w orn, Bruised and mangled , crushed and e ed Pi rc hands , and fe et,and side ; Scourged,i nsul ted, c rucified ; Save me,to the Cross I flee ; M s m n i erere Do i e .

3 Miserere ! let me be Never parted,Lord, from Thee ; Guard me from my ruthless foe, a me m e n S ve fro ter al woe . 36 L ent.

In the dreadful Judgment day, Be thy Cross my hope and stay Whe n theh our of deat h is near, A nd myspirit fai nts for fear, C all me with thy voic e of love, Place me near to Thee ab ove, With Thine ange l h osts to raise Never- e nding hymns of praise !

31—0 I S M K NDE T AKER .

1 O KINDE ST Maker ! turn Thine e ars,

’ And mark Thy pe ople s sighs and tears, ' ’ Which thro the ye arly fast of Lent ’ m ron are ai n To ercy s th e d ly se t .

2 Of hearts the searcher,Thou canst tell H ow w eak the state to which we fell ; Blot out our Si ns,forgiveness se nd To all who now for p ardon bend

’ 3 O ur s ouls to crimes unnumber d own, Be grace to free c onfessi on shown ; Let sickly souls Thy he aling cl aim, a all m u n m Th t ay praise Thy glorio s a e .

Grant tha t by stinted use of food,

' O ur b odies may be so subdued, Th at grace m ay guide our stubborn will And all a a to stifle th t le ds ill . Kindest Maker . 37

5 this our solemn yearly fast The fut ure aid,repair the past ; O h oly Godhead ,Three in O ne , The Father,Holy Ghost and Son E A S T E R .

32—0 FILII ET FILIEE.

1 ALLE LUIA ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Ye sons and daughters of the Lord,

The King’ of heave n,the King adored, ’ F m a da m restor d ro de th this y Hi self . Allel ui a !

2 Al leluia ! Allel uia ! All eluia i. All in the early morning gray, Went h oly wome n on their w ay, om u l a To see the t b where Jes s y. Alleluia !

3 Of spices pure a precious store In their pure hands these w omen bore,

’ ‘ n n a o o er To a oi t the s cred B dy . Al lel uia !

4 Then straightw ay one in white they see Wh o saith, Ye seek the L ord ; but He d ! Is rise n, an gone to Galilee . All eluia !

5 Now let us prai se the Lord most high, And strive His name to m agnify O n this great day,through earth and sky Alleluia ! 38 Easter . 39

— 33 EASTER SONG OF PRAISE .

1 TH E strai n upraise of joy and praise

To the glory of their Ki ng Shall the ransomed people sing, Alleluia ! Alleluia ! And s a on the choir th t dwell high , Shall re - echo through the sky, Alleluia ! Allel uia !

2 They in the rest of Paradise who dwell,

' The bl essed ones,with j oy the chorus Swell, Alleluia ! Alleluia ! The planets beaming on their he avenly w ay, The shini ng constel latio ns j oin, and say Allel uia ! Alleluia !

3 Wherefore we sing, both he art and voice aw akm g’ l u Al el ia . ’ And children s voices echo,answer making, u a Allel i . Now from all men be outp oured Allelui a to the L ord ; With Alleluia evermore The Son and Spirit we adore, a s n in n Pr i e be do e to the Three O e . u a Allel i . Alleluia ! Alleluia ! E aster

34—EASTER HYMN

1 CHRIST is risen from the dead, Rise n,as He truly s aid ; Praise the Lord w ith grateful voice, Bless His name,Rej oic e ,Rej oiee ! — C H ORUS Resurrex it, Sicut dixit, Alleluia,Alleluia, u a u Allel i ,Allel ia.

2 Angels clad in snowy white , Comi ng from the realms of light, Bid us sing with grateful voice, Bid us all Rej oi c e,Rej oice !

H R S —Resurrex it C O U ,etc .

3 Man w as but a sl ave before, Man is free for evermore ; He aven and earth,w ith grateful Bid us all Rej oice,Rej oice ! — H R . Resurrex it C O US ,etc .

35— CHRIST,THE LORD, IS Rl SEN.

1 C HRIST ,the Lord is ri s n to -day ; Christians ,h a ste v our vows to pay ; Offer ye your praises meet , ’ asehal m At the p Victi s feet . F or the sheep,the Lamb h ath bled, ’ Sinless in the sinner s ste ad ;

N E PE T CO S T .

36—I O NV CATIO S . SPIRITUS.

1 VENI,sanots Spiritus, v Et emitte c oel itus

u uae a um L cis t r di .

2 Ve ni,pater paupe rum, Ve ni dator munerum, n um n c ordium Ve i l e . f 3 Consol ator optime, D ulcis hosp es animae, u i um D lce refr geri .

4 In l ab ore requies, It ses tu temp erie s, In fle tu o a um s l ti .

5 O l ux beatissima, B eple cordis intima elium Tuorum fid .

6 Sine tuo nomi ne Nihil est in homine, inn x ium Nihil est o .

7 L ava quod est sordidum, Riga quod est aridum , an uo s u ium S a q d est a c . ol host Come,H y G .

8 Flecte quod est rigidum, Fove quod est frigidum, e vium Rege quod est d .

9 Da tuis fidel ibus, In te confidentib us, um se tenarinm Sacr p .

Da virtutis meritum, Da sal utis ex itum , um m D nn au . n a pere e g di A e .

3 — 7 COME, HOLY GHOST .

I COME,Hol y Ghost,Cre at or Blest, And in our hearts take up Thy rest Come,with Thy Grace and -heavenly aid, th w u a ma To fill e hearts hich Tho h st de .

2 O Comforter,to Thee w e cry ; Thou He avenly Gift of God m ost high

Thou Fount of life, and F ire of. l ove, And s e no n n om a we t A i ti g fr bove .

3 Drive far away our de adly foe, A nd peace for evermore bestow If Th ou be our preve ntingGuide, O N evil c an our steps betide .

4 Praise we the Father, and the Son, A nd Holy Spirit, Three in O ne ; And may the Son on us bestow The t m gif s that fro the Spirit flow . 44 Pentecost.

38 A DESCE SEE THE PAR CLETE NDING.

1 SEE the Paraclete desc endi ng, B urning w ith celesti al fire ; Grac e and truth on Him attending, Me n w a n n ith he ve ly love i spire .

2 Let us Alleluias singing O ffe r Him our grateful l ays, He al l heave nly graces bringing, M a n a erits everl sti g pr ise .

3 M en in every d anger fe aring, Now the g reatest d angers scorn Amidst t ortures persevering,

ow m v in ne - Sh the sel es Christ w born.

4 Fishermen by Thee instructed, Jesus to the w orld proclaim ; I nfa nts by Thy grace c onducted, at an His nam R her die th slight e. M O N T H O F M A RY

— 89 LITANY OF THE B . VIRGIN

RI E n KY ,eleiso . Christe,eleison, on Kyrie ,eleis .

au n Christe, di os . h i au nos C r ste,ex di .

' a P ter de coel is Deus,miserere nobis . u m re Fili ,Redemptor mundi,De s, isere .

u anc t u mi Spirit s S e,De s, serere . n u m s e Sa cta Trinit as unus De s, i erer . an a M a a ora n s S ct ri , pro obi . Sanct a Dei Genitrix, Sancta Virgo vir ginum, Mater Christi, Mater divinae gratim, Mater purissima, Ma a ma ter c stissi . Mater i nvi ol at a, Mater intemerata, Mater amabilis, Mater admirabilis, Mater Creatoris, Mater Salvatoris, th 46 Mon of Mary.

Virgo prudent i ssima, o n an a Virg ve er d . Virgo p rmdie anda, Virgo p otens, Virgo Clemens, Virgo firl el is, Specul um j ustitim, Sedes sapientiae, C ausa nostraa l aatitiae, Vas spirituale, Vas honorabile , Vas i nsigne devotionis, Ros a mystic a, Turris D avidic a, Turris eburne a, Domus aurea, Foederis arca, Janua coeli, Stell a matutina, Salus infirm orum, Refugium peccatorum, Consol atrix afflictorum, Auxilium Christianorum, Regina Angel orum, Regi na Patriar chum, Regina Prophetarum, Regina Apostol orum, Re gina Martyrum, Regina Confe ssorum, Regina Virginum, Mar is tella Ave S . 47

Regina Sanctorum omnium, n once Regina Sine l abe origi al i c pta.

“ ‘ Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi : parce nobis,D omine Agnus Dei,qui t ollis peccata mundi : exaudi n m n os ,Do i e . Agnus Dei,qui tollis pecc ata mundi : miserere

nobis .

— T A 40 AVE MARIS S ELL .

1 AVE maris stell a, Dei Mater alma Atque semper Vl l 'gO , F i o a . el x c eli port .

2 S a mens ill ud Ave Gabrielis ore , F und a nos in pace, Mu an es n m n t s Ev o e .

3 S olve vincla reis, Profer lume n casei s, Mal a nostra pelle , na une a os e Bo c t p c .

4 Monstra te esse mattem, Sumat per te preces, Q ui p ro nobis natus! , u un T lit esse t s. Month o Mar 48 f y.

5 Virgo singul aris, I nter om nes mitis, Nos culpis sol utes , fa t as e s Mites c e c t .

6 Vit am pr aasta puram, Iter p ara tutum, U t vide ntes Jesum, m c ollaete mur Se per .

7 Sit laus Deo Patri, S ummo Christo decus, Spiritui S anoto, u onor unu men Trib s h s . A .

41 W THE FLO ER OF GRACE .

1 O FLOWER of Grac e ! divinest Flo w er !

’ ’ God s light thy life ,G od s love thy dower l That all al one , w i th virgin ray, Dost m ake in he aven eternal May, Sweet falls the peerless dignity

’ Of God s eternal choice on thee !

Mother de arest ! MOther fairest ! Maiden p urest ! Maiden rarest ! Help of e arth , and j oy of heaven ! Love a nd prai se to thee be given, B lissful Mother ! blissful m aiden !

2 0 Flower of God ! divi nest Fl ower ! Elected for His i nmost b ower !

Month o Ma r 50 f y .

2 O fairest of all visions, Th at m et the eager gaze Of Patriarch and Prophet In far m a a pri ev l d ys .

3 O fairest of all visions, ’ O tl r w eary exile o er, In thy uncl ouded gl ory ’ e mo We ll see thee ev r re .

’ 4 We ll see thee,Quee n and Mother, Enth O L ed in o a a r r y l st te .

‘ n all th n n o I y virgi sple d r . ur u n mma u a O Q ee I c l te .

43— M DEAREST OTHER .

1 WE come, dearest M other,with f ondest votion,

' To pl ace ou tby shrine no pearls of the sea — The pearls of our hearts the truest atfec tions, n w e n un o Dearest a d best bri g t thee . a our a 0 Mary ! he r pr yer .

2 Hail,highest and h oliest bright lily of Heave n, In the garden of God thou reignest su preme ; Chosen vessel of h onor,Immacul ate ever, M u ! a our u n other of Jes s we h il thee Q ee . ’ r s tles Ma y Ti . 51

’ 3 The rose and the lil y of earth s e arly spring time, Mary, dear Mother, we wreathe for thee now,

n a an on s Draw e rer . bright gels ,with s g of gl adness, As w e place fairest flowers on our dear

’ o Mother s br w .

— ' 44 MARY S TITLE S .

’ 1 THRO the world thy children raise

' Their prayers ,and still w e see Calm are the nights and bright the

Of those who trust in thee .

Star of the sea,we k neel and pray When tempests raise thei r voice ; Star of the sea,the haven reached, We call thee, w e call thee and rejoice, Star of the se a,star of the sea

2 u n a n w n are sad Q ee of he ve . he we , Best solace of our pai ns, ’ It tells us tho on e arth w e toil,

‘ O ur Mo and i n ther lives re g s .

3 H ope of sinners ,h ow many s ouls Cast d ow n by w oe and sin,

’ H ave learned thro this dear name of thine, a n and a e win A p rdo pe c to . Month o Ma r 52 f y.

4 Mary,de arest name of all , The h oliest and the best, The first low w ord that Jesus lisped ’ on H is Mo a Laid ther s bre st .

45— M HAIL ARY.

1 How pure,how frail and white The snow drops shine,

‘ Gather a garl and bright

' F or Mary s shrine . H ail M ary ! Hail Mary ! Queen of Heaven,let us repeat, And p l ace our snowdrop wreath at Here her feet .

2 For on this blessed day She knelt at prayer, When 10 ! before her shone n An A gel fair .

3 Hail Mary ! infant lips Lis p it tod ay ; H ail Mary ! with faint smile, n sa The dyi g y .

4 Hail Mary ! many a heart, Broken with grief, In th at angelic prayer H as un fo d relief . l hou a rt 5 0 B ea utifu T . 3

t — D ie MOTHER LOVE . — GH Q MAR Y,hea r my fervent prayer, ’ T ake me neath thy care, 0 Mother loved,be my life ,my stay, Guide me,love me ,save and protect me ’ Till the dawn of eternal day,

Mary,hear my fervent prayer,etc

1 0 Mother loved,w at c h over me , ’ So helpless t ossed on life s rough sea, Kindly shed from Heaven ab ove

' ’ A mOt er s on m of e h sweet,f d s ile lov .

2 0 Mother l oved,w atch over me, Fr om sin and danger keep m e free,

’ When tempt ati on s w aves angry flow, m Thyself to me a other show .

3 0 Mother loved,watch Over me, When life is bright and fair to see, Who so need thy c le ar guiding ray ’ As who a flow r wa those w lk the y y.

— T T 47 0 BEAU IFUL THOU AR .

1 O B EAUTIFUL thou art, O ur s weet Virgin Queen, “ Come r eig n w ith in e ach heart, u nd n Pe acef l a sere e . See,w ith love now thrilling ’ All thy children s hearts, 54 Month o Mar f y.

Joy each breast is filling, a n n ow a s S d ess dep rt .

' 2 0 list to strains now swelling Even to thy throne ," 0 call us for this dwelling, a us not a on Le ve l e . Mother ever holy, He ar us as we pray, Virgi n pure and l owly us a With ever st y .

’ 3 Ah ! whe n we re sad and weary, Tired O f life and sin, And w hen the w ay looks dreary a to w in H ste thy child . When death l ays his finger O n our icy brow, 0 then near us li nger, n as now Li nger the .

48—M ADMIRAB IL ATER IS.

Ho —O MA E R Admirabilis C . T List to our fervent prayer, Oh ! l et thy lovi ng childre n o n Thy sweet pr tectio share .

1 O Mater Admirabilis, O ur youthful hearts we raise ‘ In soft soul - breathing melody, n w n u a To si g thy o dro s pr ise . H t o Mar 55 ear f y.

2 Let angel s swell the chorus Let heave n and earth proclaim, O Mater Admi rab il is, n m The sweet ess of thy na e.

3 Before thy l ovi ng image,

’ Tis truest j oy to k neel, And gaz e up on the be auties nd That faith a love reveal .

4 O Mater Admirabilis, ’ Tis more th an rapturous gl ow Th at cheers Our lone and darksome way O n sad a this e rth below .

49— M HEART OF ARY .

1 O H EART of Mary,pure and fair, There is no stain in thee , ’ In Adam s fall thou h ast no share, ’ om n n u art Fr si s co trol tho free .

H 0 a Ma u and a r C 0. he rt of ry,p re f i , No beauty c an with thi ne compare ’ om c v r a n sin ou art Fr yst i of th free,l ma u s u e in a h Oh, ke p r he rt like t ee .

’ 2 As some fair lily midst the thorns, ’ ’ Thou mongst E ve s d aughters art Celestial purity adorns

Thy crystal depths,Ch aste heart . Month o M r 56 f a y .

' 3 Sweet He art ! w ithi n thy depths so ch aste, ’ ’ We ll dwell and ne er dep art,

- Till th ou our s ouls h ast deeply placed - Re ’ a “ u a a P . In Jes s S cred He rt .

50— ME ORA PRO .

. 1 AVE Maria ! bright and pure, He ar,O hear me w he n I pray, Pains and pleasures try the pilgrim l n n w O n his o g a d dre ary ay. Fears a nd perils are around me, Ave Maria ! bright and pure, O ra pro me,ora pro me,

2 Ave Maria ! Queen of Heaven, a a h me to o Te ch ,O te c bey . ’ Lead m e on,tho fierce temptati ons Stand a nd meet me in the w ay When I fail and faint,my Mother, Ave Maria ! bright and pure , O ra me ora ro me pro , p .

3 Then Shall I , if thou, 0 Mary, Art my strong support and stay, Fe ar nor feel the three - fold danger, an n o in d St di g f rth dre a array . Now and ever shield and guard me, a r a Ave M i ! bri g ht and pure . O ra me ora me pro , pro .

58 Month o Ma r f y.

52— T WA CH OVER U s .

1 O MOTHE R lOved,our sw eet delight, O ne an but e a so on gl ce st . f dly bright. atc o us W h ver . When dark night her m antle c asts, Whe n st orms and w intry blasts ’ Hide Heave n s azure hue , ou a of o n u O th St r h pe ,shi e thro gh .

2 Be l ove - of thee,my wh ole life long, M t o m on w a y sweetes j y, y ly y . a o us W tch ver .

Shine then. brightly,O soft Star With thy light driving far Mists th at oft veil my soul, ’ u a a oun m e Clo ds th t e er r d roll .

3 Mother of God ! our hope,our life, Sweet Mother shield us in the strife. a o us W tch ver . From al l e arthly t oils set free ,

’ We ll quickly fly to thee ; Let us rest in thy he art , ’ ’ n a From its depths we ll e er dep rt .

5 — ’ MAY 3 A CHILD S SONG.

1 FROM thy bright t hrone ab ove the sky, o ow n on us 0 Mo w Lo k d . ther s eet, And smile up on the gift which I Here offer kneeling at thy feet, ’ hild s Ma on A C y S g. 59

0 Mother of my God,and mine, ’ I ve brought s ome simple flowers to-day, That they may bl oom upon thy shrine,

’ n n u a I m a a The l o g,lo g ho rs th t w y .

So their sweet bre ath shall rise like prayer When I am far from this dear spot ; ’ Thou lt think of m e w hile they are here, ’ not And abse nt,I ll forget thee . If I were rich in ems and gold , , g ’ All ,a ll to thee I d freely give ;

‘ How could I anythi ng w ithh old e e That it might please thee to rec iv .

B ut if I had a golden mine, And were to l ay it at thy feet ;

‘ My heart not be ing truly thine, Say,would it plea se thee ,mother sweet ? I know it would not,and I know That I can only be thine ow n B yl oVing him w ho l oved t hee so

a am n own a on Th t he bec e thi e de r S .

M a n o h sha all n 4 y he rt he cef rt ll be thi e . And I will w atch and I will pray, That never thought or word of mine M ay take my he art from thee away 0 give a bles si ng now to m e , ’ I ll t ry tobe so good all d ay, That I m ay bring fresh flowers to thee 4? a To make thy holy altar g y . 60 Month o Ma r f y .

54— HE OUR LADY OF T SACRED HEART .

1 M o a n To thee . sweet ther,He ve ly Queen ! We raise our l ovi ng hearts tod ay ; 0 deign to listen to our words,

’ ow at a While l ly thy feet we pr y .

Sweet Lady of the Sacred Heart,

“ Before thy shri ne to day, ~ We kneel on earth to choose thee Queen, ’ u n a n e na Ma Q ee of He ve s ter l y.

2 We c all thee oft the Queen of May, And lily p ure,and mystic rose, An d Mother of our Jes us dear

n a i I whose sweet he rt love br ghtly glows.

3 And by this name to - day we call O n thee,by the unw earyi ng l ove Which thou dost for thy childre n feel, r our o n a a To aise l vi g he rts bove .

4 Then beg of Jesus by the bl ood That flowed so freely from His Heart, Th at He will b athe us in its flood Tha t chastened w e may form a part,

5 A beauteous; hol v,loving part Of th at muc h envied trai n and bright, Th at follows evermore the Lamb ’ li ht Through He aven s eternal realms of g . Mon th o Ma r f y . 61

55—MAG IF N ICAT .

to God ! Angel h osts are singing, ’ s H oly O ne has for us become — s Son a on a us n n pe ce e rth to bri gi g.

1 O magnify the Lord !

a o In Bre k f rth songs,mv . voice, In my Saviour adored M o o y spirit d th rej ice . While time its c ourse w ill run All ages w ill procl aim, What God b ath in m e done , And a m name blessed c ll y .

2 My l owliness He so ught, O n me His eyes He cast, And in m e he has wrought A wonder unsurp assed ! H is merci es to the j ust From age to age He shows, B ut humbles in the dust ou and au fe es His pr d h ghty .

3 The mighty ones He spurns, The humble He receives, Fills the sen] that yearns ; in an a es The rich w t He le v . ’ T o us,for Israel s sake, H is mercies still e xtend; F or Abram ,as he sp ake, a n end His love Sh ll ever . 62 Month o Ma r f y.

56—AVE SAN CTISSIMA .

AVE Sanctissima,w e l ift our souls to thee, ’ O ra ro no n a on se a p bis, tis ightf ll the . ’ Wa tch us while sh adows lie,far o er the wat spread ; ’ a the a n n He r . he rt s lo ely sigh ; thi e,too,h

Thou that hath looked on death,aid us whe death is near, ’ Whisper of H eav n to faith, sweet Mothe s Mo a weet ther,he r . O ra pro nobis,the w ave must rock oursleep ra Ma ora a of O , ter, ,St r the deep .

’ Ave Purissima,list to thy children s prayer u to h Audi M aria,and t ake s t y c are .

’ When d arkness comes o er us,w hilst here earth w e st ay, Thy light shine before us,guide of our

57—EVVIVA MARIA

Ma a a E VVI VA Mari a, ri evviv . hi l a o EvvivaMa ri a,e c cre . — 58 0 SANCTISSIMA.

O SAN CTISSIM A ,O p urissima, D ulcis Virgo Mari a, M ater,amata inte merata, n s O ra,ora pro obi . a il B ri ht Sta r o O cea H , g f n.

a u a 0 Ma a ! 2 Tot p lchr es . ri m a on in E t acul n est te .

3 Sicut lilium i nter spinas

~ r fili s Sic Ma ia i nter a .

— A 59 HAIL ! BRIGHT STAR OF OCE N.

1 HAIL ! bright Star of Oce an,

’ God s ow n Mother blest, Ever- Sinless Virgi n,

a of a n G te he ve ly rest .

’ 2 Break the captive s fetters ;

' Light on blindness po ur ; Al l our ills expelling, m o Every bliss i pl re .

3 Show thyself a m other ; M ay the Word divi ne , Born for us,thi ne Infant, Hear our prayers through

4 Keep our life al l spotless, Make our w ay secure, Till we find inJesus o for mo J y ever re .

5 Through the highest heaven, To the Almighty Three, Father,Son,and Spirit, m O ne s a e glory be . 64 Month o Mar f y.

60—TO L O M OVE THEE, ARY.

To love thee, O M ary,is our only j oy, ur m Mother pure,thy gl ory sh all o lips e ploy.

1 See ! storm is ragi ng ‘ the ’ Clouds ab ove us low r ; All ourth oughts engaging, ’ a us ow r S ve by thy p .

To love thee,etc .

2 Bill ows! wildly heaving, Fill us w ith alarm ;

To our . anch or cleavi ng, ou w a m S m Th ilt c l the tor .

To o l ve thee,etc .

3 Thy sweet light bri ngs gladness Gentle Star O f M orn, T akes from life its sadness, D arke st skies adorns,

o T love thee,etc .

GIL- HAIL, VIRGIN.

1 Hail ,Virgin ! dearest Mary ! O ur l ovely Queen of May ! 0 spotless,blessed Lady ! O ur lovely Queen of May ! Thy children,humbly bending Around thy shrine so dear,

66 Month o Ma r f y.

Then give us peace,which he ave n alone can g ive, And dea d thr ough Eve, through Mary let us

ltve .

’ a oam an a H il,f y oce s st r,etc .

3 Thy children save,0 gracious Mother,hear ! F rom we epi ng eyes,0 deign to w ipe the tear ! O ur humble prayers to God thy Son present , Wh ose life and blood for sinful man were n S pe t. ’ a oam n H il,f y ocea s star,etc .

4 O ur s ouls in purity and grace preserve, l ’ And ne er from truth permit our w ay to swerve, That when our d avs have rolled their rapid round, We ‘ may with Christ in heavenly bliss be own cr ed . ’ Ha il,foamy ocean s star,etc .

—O 63 N THIS DAY,0 BEAU TIFU L MO THER. ’ Music: Rohr s Melodies ,p age 78 .

1 O N this day,0 beautiful Mother ! O n this day w e give thee our love ; Near thee ,Mad onna ,fondly we hover, n to Trusting thy ge tle ca re prove .

H O n da ask a C OR . this y we to sh re, Deares t Mother,thy sweet care ; Aid us ere our feet astray n wa Wander from thy guidi g y. ot o erc M her f M y. 67

2 Rose of Sharon,lovely flower, ’ Heavenly bud of Eden s bower, Cherished Lily of the Vale, w a Virgin Mother,thee e h il .

h da O n t is y,etc .

3 Fast our d ays of life we run, Soon the night of death will come Tower of Strength,in that dread hour,

Come with all thy gentle power .

’ n da O this y,etc .

64—M ’ O E ME OTHER RCY.

1 MOTHER of Mercy,day by day, My love of thee grows m ore and more ; Thy gifts are strew n upon my way,

i an u on a sea- L ke s ds p the gre t shore.

2 Though poverty,and work,and woe , The masters of my life may be ; In darkest heurs,who does not know

“ That' all t is light wi h love of thee .

3 Oh,gainl me grace to love thee more ; Thy Son will give if thou wilt plead ’ ’ And,Mother,when life s c are are o er, Oh,I' shall lo ve t hee then indeed,

4 My Lord,whe n His three hours were run,

‘ ’ B equeath d thee from the cross to me ; And oh,how can I love thy Son, SWeet Mother,if I love not thee ? onth o rlfa r 68 M f y.

65—MAY M HY N .

1 GLORIOUS M other ! f rom high heaven, D ow n upon thv- child re n gaz e , Gathered in my ow n l oved season t ‘ n to Thee o bless , a d thee praise .

H R . C O US . Sec ,Sweet Mary,on thy altars, m h Bloo t e fairest b uds of May, ' ’ O h ! a w e a m y , e rth s sons a nd d aughters, ow a as u as Gr ,by gr ce , p re they .

' ’ a m w 2 E rth is d arkso e , e are w eary, S atan Setteth snares for all , Pray for us,oh ! te nder Mary,

ra to u w e a — P y Jes s,lest f ll . CH ORUS.

3 Many c all upon thee, Mother , om in m an oo on S e h d . str g in yo uth S ome in age ,in tender childhood

in o n a h n — H ALL l vi g f it a d truth C ORUS.

4 R aise thy voice for us to Jesus, In this blessed mo nth of thi ne , Raise thy pure h ands to bless us, A ’ — s n H R . we li ger round thy shrine . C O US

5 Bless ,oh , bless us,now and ever, Thou who o nce the d ark e arth trod , And w hen dyi ng,w aft our spirits , — m ur O d H RU . To the boso of o G . C O S Month o Mar f y. 69

66—M U O F THE ARY,Q EEN ANGELS .

1 BRING flow ers of th e rarest,bring flowers of the fai rest , From ga rden and woodland, and hillside and vale , O ur full he ar ts a re s welling,our glad voices telli ng a of l o a The pr ise the oveliest R se of the d le .

0 Mary,w e c rown thee with blossoms

tO - day, Quee n of the Angels, Queen O f the M ay !

2 O ur voices as cending,in h armony ble nding, Oh,thus m av our b es i ts turn,dear Mother, to thee , Oh,thus shall we prove thee,how truly we love thee, ’ H ow dark without Mary Life s j ourney u wo ld be .

3 0 Virgi n m ost tender,our homage w e render, Thy love and protecti on,sweet Mother,to

d In danger defend us , in s orrow befriend us, And shield our fond hearts from contagion

of sin. 70 Month o Ma r f y .

4 Of Mothers the dearest, oh, wilt thou be nearest, When life with temptati on is d arkly re pl ete, Forsake us,oh,never ! our hearts be they ever As u as l a at th p re, the lilies we y y feet .

67— STAR OF JACOB .

1 STAR of Jacob,ever be aming, Bright and clear of pe ace the sign ; ’ Mid the st ars of hl ghes t he aven w no u ra an h n Glo s p rer y th T i e .

2 All in stoles of snowy brightness, Unt o Thee the angels si ng ; Unt o Thee the Virgin Ch oirs ’ Mother of th Eternal King !

Joyful in Thy p ath they scatter Roses w hite and lilies fai r ; ’ Yet w ith Thy chaste b osom s whiteness, n m a Rose nor lily ca co p re .

4 Oh ! that this low earth of ours, ’ Answ ering th angelic strain , With Thy praises might re - echo, a a n Till the heavens replied g i .

5 Honor,glory,virtue ,merit, ’ Be to Thee ,O Virgin s Son ! With the Father and the Spirit, run While eternal ages . Month o Mar f y . 71

— A D D ss snow N RAIN HAVE VANISHE .

1 SNow and rai n have vanished Wi nds h ave ceased to w ail, Winter now is banished, are and a Bright hill v le . Ge ntle Mother,he ar us At thy altar pray ; Quee n of Virgins,bless us

- a O n this s weet May d y .

2 S pring h ath c ome with flow ers, Spri ng hath come w ith light, Soft and rosy h ours now Fill the day and night, Stars above us gleaming, ’ Tell of Mary s w orth ; Bl ossoms round us teeming, a a t o ea Spe k her pr ise rth .

3 Here below deserving, She w as found al one, God from sin preservi ng, os for own Ch e her His . Grace,as t oh oue other, Grace to her w as given, She became the Mother n of a n Of the Ki g He ve .

ow u n 4 God best ed . po her, all her own Glories . Month o Ma r 72 f y .

’ Earth s sublimest honor, ’ a n u n on He ve s q ee ly thr e . Taught by H im,w e love her In our simple way , Placing none above her O n w Ma -da this s eet y y.

69— A S LVE, REGINA.

1 Regina,mater m i se rl cordiae ; a dul cedo et n a al Vit , , spes ostr ,s ve .

2 Ad te cl amamus,exules filu H evae ;

' Ad te suspiram us, gemente s et flentes in bae m l acrymaru valle .

3 Eia ergo,Advocata nostra, Il los tuos misericorde s ocul os ad nos con verte ;

4 Et Jesum,be nedictum fr uctum ventris tui, o t hoc ex ilium o n N bis pos ste de .

Cl m n ia u M 5 O e e s,O p ,O d lcis Virgo aria.

7 O— MA REDEMPT RI AL O S.

d m ALMA Re e ptoris Mater, quae pervia coeli . Porta manes, e t S tella maris ,succ urre cadenti, Surgere qui cur at ,popul o : tu quae genuisti, Natura mir ante , tuum sanct um Genitorem Virgo prius ac posterius,Gabrielis ab ore, um m Sumens ill ud Ave,peccator iserere .

onth o Mar 74 M f y .

5 To my prayers and my sighs,blessed Mother give ear, ’ And be thou,as ever,the penitent s friend,

’ fNeath t he shield of thy favor no danger I ll

‘ B ut with thee and thy Son hope to reign in n the e d .

72—M OTHER DEAR .

1 MOTH ER dear,O pray for me ,

’ Whilst far from heav n and thee, I w ander in a fragile b ark

’ ’ O er life s tempestuous sea ; 0 Virgi n Mother,from thy throne, So bright in bliss above , Protect thy child,and cheer my path w m of o With thy s eet s ile l ve .

Mother dear,remember me ; Never ce ase thy c are, 4! Till in heaven eternally, o and a Thy l ve bliss I sh re .

2 Mother de ar,O pray for me,

’ Sh ould ple a sure s syren l ay ’ E er tempt thy child to w ander far ' From Virtue s paths aw ay ; ’ When thorns beset life s devious way, And darkli ng waters flow , Then,Mary,aid thy w eeping child

Thyself a Mother show.

Mother dear,etc . o eaven Hail,Queen f H . 75

’ ‘ 3 Mother dear,O pray for m e, When all l ooks bright and fair, That I m ay all my danger see, _ ’ F or surely then tis near

’ ’ A Mother s p ray r how much we need, If p ' osp er ous be the ray ’ That p aints w ith glow the flow ry mead W o om in our w a hich bl ss s y .

Mother de ar,etc .

73— r A HAIL, QUEEN o HE VEN.

HAIL,Queen of He aven,the oce an Star,

’ Guide of the w an d rer here bel ow ’ n on u w e a m a Throw life s s rge, cl i thy. c re ; S ave us from peril and from w oe : Mother of Christ, Star of the Sea, ’ a f r an a me Pr y o the w d rer,pr y for .

O gentle,- ch aste, and sp otless Maid, We sinners make our prayers through thee ; Remind thy Son th at he has paid The price of our iniquity, Virgi n most pure, Star of the sea, nn a for me Pray for the si er,pr y .

Sojourn ers in this v ale of tears, To thee, blest Advocate,w e cry ; Pity our sorrow s , calm our fears, And o w our m so the ith h ope isery . Refuge in grief, St ar of the sea, m ou n a m Pray for the r er,pr y for e. 76 Mo5: ! h o Ma f ny.

4 And while to H im w ho reigns above,

In God head O n e , in Pers on Three, The s ourc e o f l i gc , of grac e,of love, Homage we p a ,on be nded knee ; Do thou,brig ht Q uee n ,St ar of the a for th c l n a for m Pr y y hi dre ,pr y e .

7 4 — U EEII Q OF THE SKIES .

‘ 1 QUE EN of the s kz es , s o brightly fair, So mild , s o c h aste, and meek,

’ ove w e m We b eg thy , l , clai thy care,

n fr a and Thy childre il weak . Behold our praye r like i nc ense rise, Queen of the skies, Ma M a r v u n of s ry,loved , Q ee the kies.

2 The shad ows of a si nful e arth

’ ’ Are hov ring o e r our w ay :

‘ Oh ! thou who a a v st a S avi our birth, Be thouour g uide and stay, 0 turn on us thv l oving eyes, Q uee n of the skies, v a r u n of the s Mary,lo ed M y , Q ee skie .

’ 3 The pe rfumed w r eath for thee we ve twined To thee our v oic es raise,

‘ And round thy ch aste and h oly shrine

' We hym n our notes of p raise, Oh ! hear our p rayers ,beh old our sigh s, Q ue e n of the skies,

r u n f Mary,loved Ma y,Q ee o the skies. ' o M nth of l MaTg/L 77

75—M M ARY, OTHER SWEET .

1 As the gentle Spring uncl oses, And the Winter fades a w ay, Sunlight glistens,lilies bl ow, As we gree t the mon th of May As we h ail its peerless Queen, Mary,M other of d eligh t ! In her ow n especial se as on,

n om m rn ni h Si g her praise f r o to g t .

Mary,Mother sw eet ! Mary,Mother fair ! Virgin Quee n discreet !

a our a He r pr yer . Unto Jesus pray Th at each day - n We m ay .grow like thee, our Quee Ma y .

’ — 2 May is Mary s she is ours Thus the month is doubly dear As we crown her with our flowers, n e a o n a A g ls , gl dly h ver e r ; And the blessed Jesus smiles O n each humble vot ary, And our homage to His Mother u l Will requite most grapio s y.

3 Dearest Mother ! we remember How at one request of thine, onth o Ma r 78 M f y.

Jesus,at the marriage feast, Ch anged the w ater i nto wine ; At our feast,ah ! let the flood Of our tears thy pity move, p Beg,oh ! beg thy Son to ch ange it f To the wine o perfect love . — CH ORUS Mary,Mother sweet,

’ 4 Take us all neath thy protection, Hear t,a nd soul,and senses,t ake ! Tell dear Jesus we are thine,

’ ’ And He ll bless us for thy sake ; And the treasures of our Mary, Up in heaven w e sh all store, Naught shall ste al them ,naught corrode them, They shall l ast for evermore !

a m us —Ma Mot C ry, her sweet,etc .

76— AVE REGINA .

AVE ,Regina coel orum ! Ave,d omina angel orum ! Salve,radix ,salve,p orta, mun L ux e t Ex qua d o s orta. Gaude,Virgo gloriosa, Super omnes speciosa

’ Vale,O valde dec ora ! hr m x Et pro nobis C istu e ora. Month o M r f a y. 79

7 7— MAY SWEET .

' ’ 1 Tl s the month of our Mother, The blessed and beautiful days, When our lips and our spirits Are n t l and glowi g wi h ove with praise .

All hail ! to dear Mary, 7 The g uardian of our way ! To the fairest of Q uee ns a of S a on — M Be the f irest e s s sweet a . . y

Oh ! w hat pe ace - to her children, ’ Mid sorrows a nd trials to know, That the love of their Mother a a o a for w oe H th ever s l ce .

3 And wh at j oy to the erring, The - si nful and sorrow ful soul ; That a trust in her guidance Will le ad toa glorious goal !

4 L et us n n, o n , si g the rej ici g That God hath so honored our race, As to cl othe w ith our nature Ma Mo of a S weet ry,the ther Gr ce .

— ! 7 8 REGINA C ELI .

A a u a REGIN C oeli,laetare ! llel i . u m m rui ti a Quia q e e s port re ; alleluia .

Resurrex it sic ut : a u a dixit llel i . um a u a O ra pro nobis De ; llel i . Month o Mar 8 0 f y.

7 9— M M BRIGHT OTHER OF OUR AKER.

1 B RIGH T Mother of our Maker,hail ! T ho u Virgi n ever blessed ,

’ The ocea n s st ar by which w e sail, nd n of A gai the port rest .

2 Whilst w e this Ave th us to thee, ’ From Gabriel s mouth rehearse, Pre vail th at pe ac e our l ot may be, ’ And Eva s na mereverse,

3 Release our l ong e nta ngled mind , From al l the s nare s of ill ; With he ave nly li ght instruct the blind, And al l our vows fulfil ,

’ 4 Exert for us a m other s care, And us thy child ren ow n ; Prevail w ith H im to he ar our prayer,

. h o th on W o ch se to be y S .

5 O s potless Maid ! whose virtues shine With brightest purity, E ach action of our lives refine , And ma u u h ke s p re like t ee . — 8 0 HAIL ,MARY.

1 HAIL,Mary , Q uee n and Virgi n pure ! With every grace replete ;

‘ Hail , ki nd pro tec tress ot the poor !

P i ty our needy st at e .

" Month o Ma r f y .

‘ ’ 3 Waves of sorrow o e r me roll, 0 ! S weet Mother ! Storms of pas sion shake my soul, O ! Sweet Mother ! CH 0 .

4 D angers pres s on every side, O ! Sw eet M other ! Star of ocean be my guide; O ! Sw ee t Mother ! CH 0 .

5 B rightest in the courts above ! 0 ! Sweet Mother ! Joy of angels ! Q ueen oflove ! O ! Sweet Mother ! CH 0 .

6 Comfort ofthe sorrowing,hear ! O ! S w eet M other ! And grief and te ars w ill disappear; 0 ! Sweet Mother !

CH o. — 82 BRIGHT QUEEN. or HEAVEN,

1 BRIGH T Queen of He aven, Virgi n most fair, M ary m ost gentle, List to our prayer Mother p rote c t us , Aid to us bring, ri ht ueen o Hea ven B g Q f .

' SVVeetly e nfold us ’ ’ Neat h thy shelt ring wing,

2 Star of the ocean Shedding soft li ght, Solace in sorrow, ’ Rest mid the night Send,in our slumbers, Peace from a bove, Shi ne on us e ver, e Bright Star of Lov .

’ 3 Tho night be lonely, Why should we fear, While thy soft gleaming Shineth so ne ar ; Leading us gently ’ M id d arkling gl oom, ’ B eck ning us onw ards To ou u m r tr e ho e .

4 Soon may the m orrow bright endless day ! Of Ch ase the drear visi ons Of d ark night a w ay ;

Wa tt our lo ne spirits . ’ To He aven s bright shore, Where w e may love thee, And m rest ever ore . 84 Mont o Mar h f y.

' SSL - MAIDEN M O THE R.

O H ,Maiden M other, Tender and mi ld, O take m e for thy child ! ’ And through life s journey, O l et it be

‘ My j oy to think of thee !

1 When my eyes are closed in sleep,

' Through the night my slumbers keep Make my l atest th ought to be to o Son and H ow l ve thy , thee .

O h Ma n Mo , ide ther,etc .

2 Teach m e w hen the sunbeam bright C alls me with its golde n light, H ow my w akingth oughts may b e ’ n d to u and to Tur Jes s thee .

Ma n Mo Oh, ide ther,etc .

3 And O teach m e through the day Oft to raise my heart and say, M aiden M other,meek and mild, ! Guard,O guard thv humble child !

Ma n M ot Oh, ide her,etc .

4 Thus,sweet m other,day and night Th ou shalt guide my steps aright ; And my dyi ng w ords shall be, Virgin M other,pray for me !

Oh,Maiden Mother,etc . onth o Ma r M f y . 81

— ’ 84 THE SODALISTS HYMN .

1 CHILDRE N of M ary,high your voices raise ! Ye on whom she c ast her tender eye Children of God,si ng her immort al praise, nd all a her o to the sk A ex lt gl ry y .

Children of Mary,high your voices raise ! n God n mmo a a Childre of ,si g her i rt l pr ise.

2 I see,as cending to her gl orious throne, ‘ The ferve nt prayer of every faithful child, Each heart erects an altar to her name, e e Ma in a n ame Wh r ry lives everl sti g f . M O N T H F U N E O J .

8 5— THE SACRED HEART.

1 I RISE from dre ams of time, From the sh adows of this life, From the tombs and places w as te From an earth of s in and strife ; I rise from dreams of time, And an angel guides mv feet To Thy sacred Altar - throne, n a ea Whereo Thy He rt doth b t .

2 A lone lamp quivers still, And a wondrous sile nce reigns, O nly w ith voice l ow and mild The Holy O ne compl ains Long h ave I waited here, ’ And though thou heeds t not me, ’ The Heart of Mary s Son n Beats ever o for thee .

3 In the womb of Maiden meek, In the Cradle,on theTree, Heart of undying love, It lived,loved,broke for me While around me thunders peal, Yet,as then,behold me now, ma hr isti Ani C . 87

By Thy pierced and wounded Hands, o n and n w By Thy t r bleedi g Bro .

4 0 voice of the inw ard ear ! 0 oice of complaining love ! O Thou who art awful God, To realms below and above ! Thou w aitest and pl e adest here, And canst not from us p a rt, 0 veiled and wondrous Son ! 0 love of the S acred Heart !

se— ANIMA CHRISTI .

SOUL of my Saviour , sanctify my breast, Thy blessed b ody be my savi ng guest ; Blood of my Jesus ,bathe me in Thy tide,

' Wash mc,ye waters, streaming from H is

Side .

2 Strength and protection,may His ? assion be ; Jesus ! O hea r my sighs and answer me ; Deep in Thy Heart,L ord,hide and shelter me ; m So sh all I never,never part fro Thee .

3 Guard and ‘ defend me from the foe m align, ’ In death s dread moments make me o nly Thin

. Call me,and bid me come to Thee on high , Where I m ay praise Thee,reig ning in the Month o a ne f J .

8 7—5 THE TABERNACLE .

1 I ‘ CO ME tothee,my Love, From w ays of grief and p ain ; I come to thee ,my Love , in n Who here light d ost reig . The tempest raves without, The angry billows r oll , B ut here Thy pe ace is mine, m u Thou l over of y so l .

2 O t ouch me w ith Thy Hand, As in the dust I lie ; O lift me to Thy Heart, ou mu With t Thee I st die . My soul is faint and d ark ; I come to Thee for rest ; 0 let me see Thy light , And u on as lie p Thy Bre t .

3 I lo ng w hen far away, To be w ith Thee again, Where tre asures of thy grace a l n n F l like the sile t rai . 0 veiled and hidden Love,

r O l oving , gracious Lo d ; From Thee the Si lver showers u Upon my heart are po red .

' 4 The storm of pain and grief Bends m e beneath its power

90 Month o Ja f ne.

8 9— M THE NA E OF JESUS .

1 L ET every heart exulti ng be at ’ With j oy at Jesus Name of bliss With every pure delight replete, A nd assin mu p g sweet its sic is . a Let every he rt,etc .

2 Jesus the comfortless consoles, Jes us e ach sinful fever quells, Jesus the power of hell controls, u a a foe Jes s e ch de dly repels . a Let every he rt,etc .

3 O ! speak His glorious Name abr oad ! Jes us let every tong ue confess ; Let every he art a nd voice acc ord The Healer of our souls to bless: ea etc Let every h rt, .

’ 4 Jesus,the sinner s Friend , abide With us,and hearken to our; prayers Thy frail and erring w anderers guide, m ur an n In ercy o tr sgressio s spare . t Let every he art,e c .

5 All might,all glory be to Thee, Refulgent with this Name Divine ; All h onor,Worship,majesty m i n Jesus ,for ever ore be Th e .

L e t every heart ,etc . Month o June f . 91

5h. 0— 9 THE LOVE O F JESUS .

1 0 TH E pri celess love of Jesus O the s trength of grace divine All H IS g i fts are show ered up on me, ! l n ma m n All His b essi gs y be i e . He is thr oned in Heavenly gl ory Where nos in nor dea th c an be ; o me in t a n Yet He l ves his —d rk ess, r m me Yet He does not turn f O .

2 I am blind ,and poor,and wretched, By temptati ons s orely tried , Yet His w atc hful care abounding

m e a t Keeps ever His side . He is God and Ki ng Eternal, Higher than all hei ght c an be Yet His He art is w ith me always, o n me Yet He stoopeth d w to .

3 Storms of s orrow roll around me, D arkling clouds ab ove me meet ; B ut I has ten to my refuge ’ m a ou oun At y S vi r s w ded Feet . 0 how lovi ngly my Jesus, Thou d ost w ith me ever bear ; . an n n han I c ever, ever . t k Thee d n and a e For Thy goo ess Thy c r .

4 When the brooding d arkness hides ars a n I wee Bitter te of p i , , p ; Month o une 92 f J .

B ut,Th ou l oving O ne,Th ou healest m y o o w a a nd All s rr d rk deep . O Thy p ric e less love ,my Jesus Humah l ove and l ove divine ; Thou ar t gentle,Thou ar t mighty ; a a m n All Thy S cred He rt is i e .

91— THE HEART OF JESUS .

1 O SACRED Heart ! w ith b urning love O n Thee enraptured Angels gaze ; To Thee triumph ant s ai nts above Forever sing their grateful praise

E 0 a a ! m a w e a o C O . S cred He rt y d re, And o m and m l ve Thee ever ore ore .

2 Thou,Heart of Jesus ! art the thro ne — Of mercy Thou the fount O f grace ; O ur h ope of He ave n from Thee alone, u of our a n a Sole ref ge f lle r ce .

3 0 L amb of God ! meek victim,sl ain . F or us,let not the stream th at fl owed

' m a have flowed in a n Fro Thy pierced He rt v i . ! an us w us b d Oh cle se ith Thy precio loo .

’ 4 G od s Mother ! Virgi n ever blest ! Thy heart and His are alw ays one ; Plead thou our cause ; thy sweet request n on Is ever sli g hted by thy S . Month o June f . 93

92—SACRED HEART

1 CLOSE veiled in that sweet Sacrament, ’ O ur JeSuS heart,our treasure lies, ’ Love s pri c eless ,dearest testament Is shr ouded in that mystic guise ;

' ' O ur Jesus left his re alms of light,

’ O n w ings of l ove to e arth He s flown ; ’ To dwell w ith us tis His delight, m a our a a n He kes he rts His de rest thro e .

AND H R SOLO C O US .

’ 0 Sacred He art,how sw eet twould be ou for lo of If we c ld die ve Thee .

' ’ O Sacred He art ,how sw eet twould be ou for l o of If we c ld die ve Thee .

2 Love is not loved ! O angels weep , Ye Virgins ch aste ,bre athe bitter Si ghs, O e arth,be cl othed in m ourni ng deep Withdrawyour light,ye radiant skies, ’ For all our sou l s de ar Spouse hath died, For all His he art w ith l ove d oth burn, Yet this meek S avi our m en deride, m a no u n And for His l ove ke ret r .

D H R —4 0 a a SOLO AN C O US S cred He rt,etc .

3 That Heart for us coul d do no more, In anguish deep it sighed and bled, ’ A cruel spear p ierc d through its core ,

’ For us His l ast life s blood was shed Month o Ja ne 94 f .

’ That spear,Oh , Jesus ! pierc d Thy heart, That we w ithin its depths might flee , ’ Oh,wound our own w ith l ove s sweet dart, us e i for of Let xp re love Thee .

O AND H R S —O a a SOL C O U S cred He rt,etc.

93— THE PRINCE OF PEACE .

1 To CH RIST,the Prince of Peace, And Son of God m ost high, The Father of the w orld to come, ur fu r We lift o joy l c y .

2 Deep in His Heart for us, The w ound of love He b ore, Th at love w hich still He ki ndles in The a a H im a he rts th t dore .

3 0 Jesus,Victim blest What else but l ove divi ne Could Thee c onstrai n to Open thus Th at Sacred Heart of Thine ?

4 O Fount of e ndl ess life, 0 Spri ng of w ater cle ar ! 0 Flame celestial , cleansing all Who unto Thee draw near !

5 Hide me in Thy dear H eart, F or thither do I fly The re seek Thy grace through life, n mm ta Thi e i or lity . Month o Ja ne f . 95

' 94— US 1s O D JEs G .

I JE SU S i S God ! the solid earth, The Oce a n broad and bright, The countless stars,like golden dust, That stre w the Skies at night, The w heel ing Storm, the dreadful fire, The pleas ant,w holes ome a ir,

’ ’ The s ummer s sun,the wi nter s fro st, O Wn a on His cre ti s were .

2 Jesus is God ! the glorious bands Of gold enangels sing Songs of ad oring praise to H im, M n n Their aker a d their Ki g . ’ He was true God in Bethlehem s crib, ’ O n Calvary s Cross true God, He who in He ave n eternal reigned, In m on a a b ti e e rth ode .

Jesus is God ! there never was A time when He w as not : B oundless,eter nal merciful, The Word the S i re begot ! Backw ard our tho ughts through ages stretch

' O nward through endless bliss, For there are tw o ete r nities, And both alike are His !

4 Jesus i s God ! l et sorrow come, And pai n,and every ill ; Month o Ja ne 96 f .

All are w orth w hile ,for all are means His gl ory to fulfil ; Worth while a th ousand years of life TO Speak one little w ord, If by our Cred o we might own The Godhe ad of our Lord !

‘ 5 Jesus is God ! i f on the e arth This blessed fa ith decays, More te nder must our love become, Mo n u Our a re ple tif l pr ise . We are not angels,but w e may ’ D own in e arth s c orners kneel, And multiply sweet acts of love, nd mu mu w a A r r h t we feel .

95— ’ TO JESUS HEART .

’ 1 TO Jesus He art , all burning With ferve nt love for men My heart,w ith fondest ye arning,

a a o u a n Sh ll r ise the j yf l str i .

H a ou a on C O . While ges c rse l g, Blest be,w ith l oudest song, The s acred He art of Jesus ! By every heart and t ongue, The s acred He art of Jesus ! v nd n u By e ery heart a to g e .

2 0 He art for m e on fire With love no man c an speak,

onth o a M f J ne.

97—0 AMO RIS COR VICTIMA.

O CO R am oris victima, C aeli perenne g audium, M or tal ium s ol atium Mortalium spes ultima Cor dulce,O cor amabile, Amore nostro saucium, Am ore nostro l anguidum m l Fae sis ihi placabi e. CO M M U N IO N ;

— B LEssEn SA RAM 98 JESU S IN THE C ENT .

1 MY God,my life ,my love,

To Thee,to Thee I call . 0 come to m e from heaven above, A nd m m be y God, y All .

‘ 2 My faith beh olds Thee,L ord ! ’ Conce al d in h uman food ; My senses fail ,but in Thy word u fin I tr st,and d my God .

3 0 when wilt Thou be mine, S weet l over of my soul ? My Jesus clear , my Ki ng Divine, ’ om m a u C e o er y he rt to r le .

4 0 ! come and fix Thy th rone , Within my very heart, 0 ! make it b urn for Thee alone, ’ m n a And fro me e er dep rt .

5 Begone ye ,from my mind, Vain ,childish ,earthly toys ! : In Jesus only do I find s True pleasures, olid j oys. I ’ L - p 00 Communton .

99— R CO PUS CHRISTI .

‘ H JE SUS ! my L ord ,my God,my all ! H ow c a n I l ove Thee as I ought ? And how revere this w ondrous gift, So far surpassi ng hope or thought ? S weet Sa crament ! w e Thee adore ! Oh,make us love Thee more and more !

’ H ad I but M ary s Si nless heart

" To l ove Thee w ith,my dearest King ! Oh,w ith wh at bursts of fervent praise Thy Fgoodness,Jesus,would I Sing ! Sweet Sacrament ! w e Thee adore !

' Oh,make us love Thee more and more !

’ : tO h,see ! within a cre ature s hand The vast Creat or deigns to be, Rep osing,i nfant - like,as th ough ’ ’ arm or Ma n O n Joseph s , rys k ee . Sweet S acrament e Thee adore ! Oh,make us l ove Thee more and more !

Thy B ody,Soul ,and Godhead,all ! 0 m of n ! ystery , love divi e

I cannot compass all I - have, F or all Th ou hast and art are mine ! Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! Oh,make us love Thee more and more !

ion 102 Commun .

i da - M TANTU ERGO .

1 TANTUM ergo S acrament um Veneremur cernui Et an tiquum doc um entum Novo c edat ri tui Praes tet fide s ,suppl ementum n uum d efec tui Se s .

2 Genit ori,Genitoque, Laus et j ubil atio, Salus,honor,virtus quoque Sit et benedic tio : Proc edenti ab u troque om a Sit au a C p r l d tio .

' 103 - MY E BELOV D .

’ 1 I AM my Love s, and He is mine, O earth attend ,ye Heave ns he ar, Your mighty Lord,your Ki ng divi ne, ’ now m o om u mos a Is y b s s g est t de r. Behold ! the vast Cre at or m akes ’ His h ome w ithin His creat ure s breast ;

’ And th ough His Throne He ne er fogsakes ’ Tis in my heart He l oves to rest .

’ H M o m o I m n C O . y de arest L rd , y L ve, Thi And Thou,my Jesus, art al l mi ne ; My heart forever Thi ne shall be,

0 keep it,Jesus,all for Thee . Adoro Te Denote . 103

Close locked w ithin His fond embrace, His sacred He art reclines on mi ne ; Its throbbings flood my s oul with grace, And a u u o and i n r pt ro s l ve, bliss d vi e . L o ! angels near m e h over round, From openi ng Skies bright legions dart ; ’ For Jesus,their de ar Ki ng,they ve found n a n of m a Withi the he ve y he rt .

104— ADORO TE DEVOTE .

1 o o a n a Ad ro te dev te ,l te s Deit s . Q uae sub his figuris vere latitas, Tibi se c or meum tot um subjicit, Quia te c onte mpl ans t otum deficit,

Ave Jesu,Past or Fidel ium, Adau e fidem mn um in c redentium g o i te .

2 . O memoriale mortis Domi ni , Panis vivus Vitam praestans bomini, Praesta mese menti de te vivere, Et m u a te illi se per d lce s pere .

esu Ave J ,etc .

3 Jesu,quem vel atum nunc aspicio, O ro fiat illud quod tam Sitio, U t t e revel a t a c ernens facie, u ua a! Visu Sim be at s t e glori .

u Ave Jes ,etc . 104 ommunion C .

105— VENI,JESU.

1 E I u m mi V N ,Jes ,A or . Veni,Amor Jesu ; Veni,Jes u,Amor mi ! n m rm Ve i,O A o i.

2 Ve ni ,Jesu,Amor mi ! Veni ! Ve ni, mo mi O A r . Veni,Am or mi ; n mo mi Ve i,A r .

106— THANKSGIVING .

1 BRIGH T Angels who attend Around our altar now, Your w onted cares s uspend our o vow List to h ly . Jesus,my h appy heart Now gives itself to Thee ; n h n 0. ever e ce depart, Reign here eternally !

2 Thy Sacred Name al one All my delight shall prove, No j oy my soul Shall own, u in ol o B t thy h y l ve . 3 Through life this h oly vow ’ ’ Shall still be breath d to Heav n, And fervently as now , n My heart to Thee be give .

106 Communion .

108—ADO REMU S IN E TERNUM .

AD O RE MU S in aeternum Sanct1ss1mum Sacra mentum ; L audate D ominum omnes gentes ,l audate eum omn o ul es p p i .

’ Quoniam c onfirmata est super nos - misericordia e us et a om n m an in a num j , verit s D i i et eter . Glori a Patri , e t Filio, et Spiritui Sancto Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper et in ul s c lorum m n smc a ae u . A e .

109—1 SAVING HOST .

1 SAVING H ost ,w e fall sb e fore Thee,

’ Trusting in our S a vi our s w ord : Thee w e ow n the L ord of gl ory, Thee w e ow n our sovereign Lord, While our evil foes c ontendi ng Threaten our eternal l oss ; Be w ith he avenly gra ce defending,

And protect us w ith Thy Cross .

’ 2 From Thy Father s throne descendi ng, ’ Thou bec om st our daily bre ad ;

’ Midst celestial h osts attending,

With Thy flesh O ur s ouls are fed . Come,Th ou s ource of every blessi ng, Warm our he arts with l ove divine, Let Thy gr ace,our s ouls p ossessing, n Make us be forever Thi e . A re er um V . 107

IIC—l ESU M M ,DULCIS E ORIA.

1 JESU,dul c is memoria, D ans vera c ordis gaudia ; Sed super m el, et omnia Ej us dulcis prmse ntia, u u u c m m Jes ,Jes ,d l is e oria.

2 Nil canitur s uavius, A uditur n il j uc uridius, Nil c ogitatur d ulcins, ua m esu u Q J Dei Fili s . es u J ,etc .

3 Jesu,spes p oenitentibus, Q uam pi us e s pe tentibus, Quam b onus te quaer e ntibus ! u inveni n tibus Sed q id e .

Jesu,e tc .

111—A E M V VERU .

1 AVE verum Corpus,natum Ex Maria Virgine , Vere p assum,immol atum, om n In c ruc e p ro h i e .

2 Cujus l atus perforat um Und a flux it e t s ang uine, Esto nobis praegustatum, s n am n Morti i ex i e .

3 O cl emens ,O pie, u M 0 d ulci s Jes ,Fili ariae. 1 ommunion 08 C .

l — ANKS AF R O MM w TH GIVING TE C UNIO N.

1 JE SU S,ge ntlest Saviour ! God of might and p ower ! Thou Thyself art dwelling I us a t ou n this h r .

2 Nature cannot h old Thee, He ave n is all too strait For thine endless gl ory nd A Thy royal st ate .

3 O ut beyond the shining Of the farthest st ar, Th ou art ever str etching fini l far In te y .

4 Yet the he arts of c hildren H old wh at w orlds c annot, And the God of w onders o ow o L ves the l ly sp t .

5 As men to their gardens GO to seek sw eet flowers, In our he arts dear Jesus m at ll Seeks the a ho urs .

6 Jesus ,gentlest S aviour ! Thou art in us now ; Fill us full of good ness, ’ rfl ow Till our hearts o e .

110 Communion .

114— S O F MY JESU , SAVIOUR SOUL .

1 JE SUS,Saviour of my s oul, Let me to Thy refuge fly, While the ne arer w aters roll, While the tempest still is nigh ; Hide me ,O my S aviour,hide, Till the storm of life 1s past Safe i nto Thy haven guide, 0 m ou at receive y s l last .

2 Other refuge h ave I none , Hangs my helpless s oul on Thee, Leave,ah ,le ave me not alone, Still support and comfort me All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defe nceless Le a d a of Th n With the sh dow y wi g .

115— M JESU,DEUS AGNE .

O JESU ! Deus,Deus Magne l P ast or bone ! dulcis Agne ! O Jesu ! Jesu mi ! 0 Jesu,O Pastor, O Panis,O Manna, O Je su,Jesu mi , 0 Potestas ! Quid non praestas, Quid non ' p raestas homini r Communion; 111

116—PRAYER TO JESUS IN THE BLESSED SACRAME NT .

1 O J E SU CH R IST,remember, When Thou sh alt c ome again, Up on the clouds of heaven, Wi th all Thy Shini ng train ;

2 When every eye sh all see Thee In Deity revealed, Who now up on this altar In silence art concealed ;

3 Remember then,0 S aviour, I s upplic ate of Thee , That here I bowed before Thee Upon my be nded knee ;

4 Th at here I owned Thy pr e sence, And did not Thee deny And glorified Thy gre at ness, Though hid from human eye

5 Accept,divine Red eemer, The homage of my praise ; Be Th ou the light,and honor, d m a An glory of y d ys .

6 B e Thou my consol ation Whe n de ath is drawing nl gh Be Thou my only Treasure, n Through all eter ity . 112 Communion .

117— M MM HY N FOR CO UNION.

B Y RE V . . F . H A K G S INS .

1 As PANTS the hart for cooling spri ngs, Among the rocks and b arre n s ands, So d oth my soul , 0 King of Kings,

on for m n at an L g refresh e t Thy h ds .

2 My soul , 0 God,d oth thirst for Thee, F or Thee,the source of every grace ; 0,w he n Shall I Thy be auty see !

‘ When sh all I see Thee face to face !

3 My tears h ave flow ed by day and night, Whe n I h ave felt thy ch astening rod ; B ut w icked m en enj oyed the sight, ’ A nd, mocki ng, asked,Where s now

‘ God ?

4 Where art Th ou,Lord ,my life ,my all ? Thou art above,around ,w ithin ;

’ ’ Wh ate er betides,on Thee I ll call, me and to a on sin To save , p rd .

5 Joy ! then,and e ndless j ubilee ! Divine re ward of faith and l ove ; I hear the strains of harmony m um an u a o Fro the Tri ph t Ch rch b ve .

6 Why,then,my soul,art th ou depressed ? God is thy drink ,and He thy food — Bequeathed to thee His last bequest and u His Body His precio s Blood .

114: Communion .

120—W M ELCO ED WITH JO Y.

‘ 1 WELCOMED with j oy be our hallowed so l emnity, Full be the praise from the heart that re . Jomes,

’ ' as and renew d our n s P t be the old, be e ergie ,1 n n a and o Feeli gs,e de vors, v ices .

2 For we that l ast holy Supper commemorate, When the Messiah ,in Writ as recorded, Gave to H is brethren the L amb and unleav ened

s to the a a a Er t F thers w rded .

3 After the Feast and the Lamb emblematical, Gave He Himself,whom the rite was foreshowing, ’ Thus their L ord s Body,to each and to every, n O n His Apostles best owi g .

4 Gave He the B ody,support to their feeble ness ; Gave He the Cup,too,their sorrow reliev mg ; Saying : Drink all of the Blood of My Covenant, n That which I give you receivi g.

5 Thus He established the life -giving Sacrifice ; Thus to the Priesthood its office assigned, That they p art ake ,and ' to others administer, s n Meetly what He had de ig ed . Gra ces rom m Jesus F lowin f y g.

Nourished is m an by a bread all angelica] , Types find an end in this banquet from He ave n ; While to the sl a ve,in his l ow nes s and misery, ’ Jesus,His M aster,is giv n !

Thee, then,0 O ne,yet reve aled in Trinity, Humbly w e pray, as our anthem is swell mg, ’ and u a n Vis1t g ide thro Thy p th,_ i his pil grimage, Man of d n ! m n to the light Thy welli g A e .

— A ES M MY J m GR O FRO ESUS FLOWING.

GRACE S from my Jesus flowi ng, Set the fa ithful bre ast on fire ; Make the soul with raptures gl owing, u a n Nought b t he ve ly bliss desire .

H O a n n all an n C . V i she thi ks tr sie t joys, For eternal peace she sighs ; N ought c an t he n disturb her rest, u m With her Go d s pre ely blest .

Here she may,from care retiring, Find a s wee t and he aling balm ; All celestial love inspiring , n a n a m Shed arou d a he ve ly c l . n Vain she thi ks,etc .

Here with purest love remai ning, Jesus answers every prayer, ' the soul u a n n , ,With His help s st i i g n Makes her every blessi g Share. et Vain she thinks, c. L L A N E U S M I S CE O .

122 —MAGNIFICAT

m me om num MAGNIFICAT : ani a a D i . ex altavit u m u : in D e o al u a meo Et spirit s e s s t ri . Quia respex it humil itatem anc ill ae suae z ecce enim ex hoc beatam m e d icent omnes gen

erationes . Quia fecit mihi m agna qui p otens est : et sane“ n e u tum nome j s . Et miseric ordia ej us a progenie in progenies ' m ntibus eum ti e . Fecit potentiam in brach io suo : disp ersit super m n o sui bos e te c rdis .

De osuit o n : et ex al tavit humil es p p te tes de sede . Esurientes impl evit b onis : et divites dimisit n n i a es . Susc epit Israel puerum suum : rec ordatus miseri di su cor aa aa.

Sicut l ocutus es t ad p atres nostros : Abrah am, m u et se ini ej us in saec l a . Gl oria Patri e t Fili o et Spiritui Sanot o Sicut erat in princ ipio e t nunc et semper et in

ul u rum m n. Ste c a saec l o . A e 116

Miscella neous 118 .

124— M TE DEU .

TE um l audamus : te DOminum c onfité De mur.

ae e num Patr em : omnis a veneratur Te t r terr . Tibi omn es angeli : tibi coeli et universaa potes~ fates e u t e Tibi ch r bim . e s raphim : incessabili voce proclamant ; Sanct us, Sanctus, S anctus DOminus Deus

’ ztbaoth S .

Pl eni un o et a m a s a i lOriae uae s t c eli terr ; je t t s g t . Te gl or iOsus : Ap ostolOrum ch orus, Pr o hetar um : l au abilis num u Te p d er s . Mart r um candidatus : au a ex érc itus Te y l d t .

Te per orhem terrarum ; sancta c onfitétur Ecu ia cl és .

n m a Patrem : immé sae ajest tis . enerandum uum um : e t un um Filium V t ver ic . u u : Paracl itum S iritum S anctum q oq e p . e Tu Rex : glOrim Christ . m itérnus i u Tu Patris : se p es F li s . Tu ad l ib erandum suscepturus hOminem : non horrui sti Virgi nis uterum ‘ Tu de vic to mortis acul eo ; aperuisti credéntibus na oel rum reg c O . in a i Tu ad déxteram Dei sedes : gloria P tr s .

Jndex c réderis : esse ventrirus . Te ergo quze sumus tuis famnl is sfibveni : quoé mi ti pretiOso sangui ne rede s . E terna fac c um Sanctis tuis : in gloria numerJ

an . o he herd The G od S p . 119

Salvum fac populum tuum,Domine z et benedic ae reditati ua h t e .

E t re ge eos : et ex tOlle illos usque in aeternum: c n i mu i Per singul os dies ; b e ed c i s te . =Et laud amus nomen tuum in saeculum : et in sae cul um saeculi

" Dignare , Domine, die isto : sine peccato nos u i c stod re .

~M s e no m n m e n i er re stri,Do i e z iser re ostri . fi Fiat m1ser1cordia tua, Domi ne, super nos

quemad modum speravimus in te . I n o n nffind r te, . D mi e, sp eravn non c o a in wtérnum

— 125 THE GO OD SHEPHERD;

’ 1 COME ,- wand ring sheep,0 come, bind thee to mybreast, ’ ‘ I ll be ar thee to thy home And l a th e o n t r y e d w o est.

2 I s aw thee stray forlorn, And he ard thee faintly cry, And on the tree of scorn ne to di For thee I deig d e .

3 I shield thee fromal arms, And wilt thou not be blest ? I hear thee in My arms, u ea Me in Tho b r thy breast. 120 Miscella neous.

— 126 T . S . PATRICK

a c u 1 AL L praise to St . P tri k, who bro ght to our mountains ’ The gift of God s faith,t he swee t light of His love ! All praise to the Shepherd who showed us the fountains

That risein e the he art of the Saviour above ! F or hundreds of ye ars, In smiles and in tears, O ur Saint hath been with us,our shield and our stay ! All else may have gone a a on St . P trick l e ’ He hath been to us light, when e arth s lights were all set, For the glories of faith they c an never decay, And the best of our glories is bright with us yet, ’ In a and a r k s the f ith the feast of St . P t ic da y .

2 There is not a Saint in the bright courts of Heaven, More faithful than he to the land of his choice, 0 w ell may the nation to whom he was given,

Miscella neous 122 .

‘ Yes ! Father of Irel and ! no child wilt thou own

Whose life is not lighted by gra ce on its w ay ; For they are true Irish,ah,yes,they alone, ’ o a are all true n Wh se he rts o St . Patrick s

day .

127— M EVENING HY N.

1 SWEE T Saviour,bless us ere we go ; Thy w ord i nto our minds instill ; And m ake our l ukewarm he arts to glow ow o and n w With l ly l ve ferve t ill . ’ ’ Through life s long day and death s dark night, ur 0 gentle Jesus,be o light .

2 The day 18 d one,its hours have run, And Thou h ast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace has w on, r en vow u n a The br ok the freq e t f ll . n da Through life s lo g y,etc .

’ 3 Grant us, dear Lord ,from evil ways True abs olution and release ; And bless us more th an in past days a With purity and i nw ard pe ce . ’ u on da . Thro gh life s l g y . etc

u 4 Do more . than p ardon : give s joy, Sweet fear and s ober l iberty, And simple he arts w ith out all oy, on n k That ly lo g to be li e Thee . ’ u n da Thro gh life s lo g y,etc . — F H fee THE SOLDIERS o C RIST .

1 HARE ! the sound of the fight hath gone forth , And we must not t arry at home ; For Our L ord from the South and the North o to m H as commanded His s ldiers co e . ’ We must On with our banner unfurl d ; ’ We must on, tis Jesus who leads ; We must h aste n to conquer the w orld, m With the sign of the La b who bleeds .

2 We must stand to our c ol ors l ike men ; O ur Lord is a Le ader to love ; For the w o und e d He heals , and the slain ow n in c a o He cr s His ity b ve . We m ust march tothe b attle With speed Upon earth our one duty is strife : 0 how blest are the soldie rs who bleed a u For the S vio r who died to give life .

‘ 3 There is Jesus In H eave n above , There isJesus on earth below ; And His the oneStandard we l ove

' And H is the one w atchword we know Let us sing the new song of the L amb

us n r oun our ann so a Let si g d B er br ve . Let us si ngof th at be autiful Blood was shed m and Which to redee to save . 124 Miscella neous.

129— M JERUSALE THE GOLDEN.

1 JE RUSALE M the golde n ! With m ilk a nd honey blest, Bene at h thy contempl ation : ’ Si nk heart and voice op press d — I knownot O ,I know not What j oys await us there ; Wh at radiancy of glory,

ha - n m a W t bliss beyo d co p re .

2 They stand,those halls of Sion, All j ubila nt with s ong, And bright with many an Angel, And al l the Martyr Throng The Princ e is ever in them, His light is alw ays seen ; The p astures of the blessed

’ dec k d in lo ou n ,Are g ri s shee .

3 There is the Throne of David, A nd bliss w ithout alloy The shout of them th at tr1umph, The song of festal j oy ; And they who w ith their Leader

’ Have c onquer d i n the fight Forever and forever ’ dr ess d in o Are r bes of white .

4 O sweet and blessed c ountry, ’ The home of God s elect !

l eous 126 Miscel a n .

131— T S . Y ALO SIUS .

1 TH E youth w ho wealth and c ourts despised, His spotless mind above to r aise, Who every rising thought ch astised, ’ u a m our a Tis Al oysi s cl i s l ys .

Amiable and angelic youth, a us Aloysius,pr y for .

2 His infant words,the first he frames, He utters w ith a trembling voice ; Jesus and Mary,hallowed names, on his and a i Dwell lips, spe k his cho ce .

3 Delighting in the Lord alone, Al l earthly ple asures he forsakes, And ere yet h alf to manhood grow n, n Ma ma His virgi vows to ry kes .

132— CHRISTIANS,TO THE WAR .

1 CH RISTIANS,to the w ar ! ga ther from afar ; Hark ! hark ! the w ord is given ; Jesus bids us fight for God and the right, n And for Mary,the Q uee of Heaven .

2 Now first for thee,thou wicked world, ’ Fufi d up with godless pomp and pageant, Avenging grace to humble thee Can ma a arm a n ke the we kest its ge t . hildren o the H ea venl Kin 12 C f y g. 7

3 And thou,dark fie nd,six thousand years The Bride of Christ in vai n t ormenting, Shall find our hate and sc orn of thee as n ow n and un n n Deep thi e , rele ti g .

4 Ah,self ! so oft forg1ven,thou Canst pl ay no p art b ut that of traitor ; We sp are thy life,but thoumust bear

’ ‘ ’ on an the ca tive s er The fel s br d, p fett .

5 B ut worse than devil, flesh,or World, Hum an respect like pOiSoncreeping,

' Chills and un nerves the host of Christ,

n a w ar- o n a t are n Whe we ry w r he r s sleepi g.

— 133. O HILDREN O F THE A N K HE VE LY ING .

1 CH ILD REN of the Heavenly King, As w e j ourney let us S ing ; ’ Sing Our Savi our s w orthy praise, l ous in w s and a G ori His ork w ys .

2 We are travelling home to God, In the way the Fathers trod ; They are happy now,and we

“ n a n a s Soo their h ppi ess sh ll ee .

“ 3 Lord,obedie ntlyr we go, Gladly leaving all below ; O nly Tho u our leader be,

' e e e W will ver follow The . i 128 M scella neous .

134 — FAITH OF OUR FATHERS .

1 FAITH of our fathers,living still , n of un on and I spite, d ge ,fire, sword 0,how our he arts be at high w ith j oy ' Whe n e r w e he ar that gl ori ous w ord !

Fa ith of. our fa thers,holy Faith, w u to a We ill be tr e thee till de th .

’ 2 O ur fathers chain d in prison s d ark Were still in he art and c onscience free ’ How sw eet wo uld be their children s fate, If they,like them,could die for thee !

’ 3 Faith of our fathers ; Mary s prayers Shall w in our country all to thee And through the truth th at c omes from God,

‘ n n we a O,the i deed sh ll be free .

4 Faith of our fathers,we will l ove B oth friend and foe in all our strife, And preach thee,too,as love knows how, n and uou By ki dly words virt s life .

135— HOLY GOD .

I HOLY God,w e praise Thy Name ! L ord of all,w e bow before Thee ! All on e arth Thy sceptre cl aim, All in Heaven above adore Thee ; I nfi nite Thy v ast domai n, a n n Everl sti g is Thy reig .

130 Miscellaneous.

‘ Let us sleep on thy breast whil e the night taper burns, And wake in thine arms when the morning returns Ave Mari a,audi nos !

137— T S . IGNATIUS .

1 YE angels now be glad, And thou exult ,O earth ! ’ Loyola s h appy Shade , ’ o at th a n Rej ice y S i t s birth .

’ Loyol a s son,all hail, By angels crowned above, Ignatius,father dear, ' n s Accept thy childre love.

’ 2 O n Pampel una s w all s The l eader of the band, Beh old our youthful Saint n his na an Defe d tive l d .

3 Stretched on a bed of p a n, ’ Christ s h oly life he reads, While for his misspe nt youth a now s His he rt sorely bleed .

4 Begone,O si nful world, ’ I ll never serve thee more, ’ He cries I ll bear the cross, ! su me Which Je s for bore . iscella neous 1 1 M . 3

1 3k O F THE CO NFRATERNITY O F THE

HO LY FAM ILY .

’ 1 HAF PY we w ho th us united

‘ Joi n in cheerful melody, Praising Jesus ,M ary ,Joseph, m ! In the Holy Fa ily . Jesus,Mary,Joseph , help us, That we ever true m ay be To the promises th at bi nd us To the Holy Fa mily

2 Jesus,whose Al mighty bidding All cre ated things fulfil , Li ves on e arth in meek subj ection ’ w l To his earthly p are nts i l . S weetest Infant ! m ake us patient, And obedie nt for Thy sake ; - Te ach us to be chaste and gentle, our m a n All stor y p ssio s break.

3 Mary ! thou alo ne wert chosen To be Mother of thy Lord Thou didst guide the early footsteps the a n a na o Of gre t I c r te W rd . Dearest Mother ! m ake us humble, F or thy Son w ill take His rest In the poor and lowly dwelli n g

’ a um nn a Of h ble si er s bre st .

4 Joseph ! thou wert calledthe Father O f thy Maker and thy Lord, Miscella neous 132 .

Thine it w as to save thy S aviour

’ m the u o Fro cr el Her d s sword . Suffer us to Call th e e Father,

’ Show to us a father s l ove ; Le ad us sa fe through every danger m in a n a Till we eet he ve bove .

139 —ARM FOR DEADLY FIGHT . AR M for deadly fight, E arth and hell unite, And w a in as in on n us s e r l t g b ds to bi d . Raise the Cross on high u is our Jes s cry . us i foe a find With Jes st ll the sh ll us .

1 The acc ursed crew h ave lost their tr easure, Th at heavenly bliss that know s no measure, And reckless now ,with envy burning, u on our sou ar u n Their f ry ls e t r i ng . m for a Ar de dly fight,etc .

Thrice h appy he who he avenw ard turning, w n P rays hile he fights w ith ardor b urni g . Begs aid from those who here h ave striven, n A nd succ or from the Queen of He ave .

Ar m for deadly fight ,etc .

’ 3 Though crafty is the foe s c ontrivi ng, And ruthless his relentless striving, O n God, our h ope,our strength relying,

’ We ll pledge to heaven our faith undying

Arm for deadly fight ,etc .

Miscella neous 134 .

‘ Faint not,b ut raise your eyes , A nd tru the a s ggl e to l st .

6 Yes,Heaven is the prize ! Faith sh ow s the crow n to gain ; H ope lights the w ay and dies ; B ut o w a w a n L ve ill l ys reig .

’ a n Tis He ve , etc .

7 Yes ,Heaven is the prize ! TO O much c annot be give n ; And he alone is w ise Who v u all for a gi es p He ven.

’ a n Tis He ve ,etc .

8 Yes,He aven is the prize ! Death ope ns w ide the door, And then the spirit flies od for m o To G ever re .

’ a n Tis He ve ,etc .

141 M MY M JERUSALE , HAPPY HO E .

1 JERUSALE M,my happy h ome, H ow do I sigh for thee ! When sh all my exile h ave an end, Thy joys w hen sh all I see ?

Jerus alem ,Jerusalem, Jerusalem ,my h appy home, How do I sigh for thee ! t ose h 1 S . J p . 35

2 No sun; no moon,in borrowed light Re volves thi ne hours away ; ’ The L amb on Calvary s mountain Slain da Is thy eternal y.

m u a m Jerus ale ,Jer s le ,etc .

3 From every eye He w i pes the tear, Al l sighs and sorr ow ceas e ; NO more alternate h ope and fear,

B ut everlasting peace .

m etc Jerusalem,Jerusale .

4 The th ought of thee to us is given, O ur s orrows to beguile, To anticip ate the bliss of Heaven, n na m I His eter l s ile .

erusa m u a m e J le ,Jer s le , tc .

142— T S . JOSEPH .

1 HOLY Patron ! thee saluting, w e m e a n Here e t with he rts si cere. l Blest St . Joseph,a l uniting,

a on t to a our C ll hee , he r prayer .

Happy sai nt, in bliss adoring Jesus,Saviour of m ankind, He ar thy children thee imploring, M a o n fin y we thy pr tectio d.

2 Worldlydangers for them fearing,

“ Youthful hearts to thee we bring, 136 Miscella neous .

Grant,in virtue persevering, ’ ma n bosom ' stin Vice y e er their g.

n Happy sai t,etc .

3 Thou,w ho faithfully attended H im wh om h eaven and earth adore ; Who,with piO Iis care defended r n u Mary,Vi gi ever p re .

n Happy sa i t , etc .

Through this life, 0 w atch around us, Fill with love our every breath, An d whe n parting fear surrounds us, u us ou G ide thr gh the toils of death.

a n Happy s i t,etc .

143— M HY N OF ST . IGNATIUS .

1 I LOVE Thee,0 Thou Lord most high, Because Thou first hast loved me , I seek no other liberty B ut a of n boun th t bei g d to Thee . m m or no ou u May e y . th ght s ggest, B ut sh all to Thy pure glory tend ;

‘ My understanding find no rest , in on end Except Thee ,its ly .

2 My God ! I here protest to Thee No other will h ave I than Thi ne, Whatever Thou h as t given to me e a a n s n I h re g i to Thee re ig .

' M scella neous 138 .

2 O thou,who a crow n cast away To be with Chr ist despised and poor, Teach me to w atch thy pure and h umble way, a t ou but ma our H ppy still, h gh s ll store .

’ flow r l a u Sweet of ove,th t so ght,etc .

3 May thought,w ord ,and deed be from sin As far as thi ne,as chastely free,

’ That w e from M a ry s tender he art may win a it a t All the love th t g ve o thee.

’ we floWr of a s u et S et love,th t o ght, c .

4 Thy w arfare is p ast and aw ay, ’ ’ Recede the cl ouds th at dark n earth s skies, For thee has d aw ned the happy,happy day, ’ a n u The bright he ve s glad s rprise .

’ ‘ flow r of o a sou ht etc Sweet l ve,th t g , .

145— ST . JO SEPH .

HOLY Joseph,dearest father, ’ To thy chi ldre n s prayer incline, While w e Si ng thy j oys and sorrows, are n And the gl ories which thi e .

1 H ow to praise thee,how to thank thee, Blessed Sai nt,we c annot tell, Favors countless hast th ou given, an w ut l C e cho ose b love thee wel .

2 Near to Jesus,near to Mary, And kind Father,near to thee, rist be Pra ised 1 May Jesus Ch . 39

Keep us w hile on earth w e wander,

And in de ath our helper be .

3 We - have prayed and thou h ast a nswered, nd ou a e n We have as ked a th h st giv . Need we m arvel ? Jesus tell us,

- f a n Joseph has the stores o he ve .

O ne more favor w e Will ask theee, Thou ofall c anst grant it best, Whe n w e die be thou Still near us,

Bri ng us safe to e ndlessrest . l 46—MAY P D JESUS CHRIST BE RAISE .

1 WHE N m orni ng gilds the skies, My heart awaking crie s : M a J u a y es s Christ be pr ised . Alike at w ork and prayer, To Jesus I repair

Ma u ra1s y Jes s Christ be p ed .

2 The sacred mins te rfibell, ’ It p ehl s o er hill and dell

May Jesus Christ be praised. O h ark to w h at it sings, As j oyously it rings : Ma u b ra y Jes s Christ e p ise d .

3 To Thee,my God ab ove, I cry with g l ow ing l ove Ma u rais y Jes s Christ be p ed. Miscella neous 140 .

The fairest graces spring, l n h earts that ever sing May Jes us Christ be praised,

4 My t ongue sh all never tire Of ch a nting in the choir : Ma u C i a s y Jes s hr st be pr i ed . This song of s acred j oy, It never seems to cloy : Ma u r s y Jes s Ch i t be praised .

147— O ME U s O U R O Y C ,LET LIFT J YFUL E ES.

I COME , let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts ab ove, A nd s mile to see the Father there, one ov Upon a thr of l e . The pe aceful gates of heave nly bliss Are ope ned by the Son ; High l e t us raise our notes of praise, A nd a m n re ch the Al ighty thro e .

2 O heaven ! 0 l and of p ure delight ! Where s aints immort al reign, Whence e ndless day excl udes the night, n And ple asures banish p ai . When shall m y soul , from d arkness free, To Thy bright se ats remove,

’ Forc er to praise my dearest Lord In endless pe ace and love ?

M s lla neous 142 i ce .

And pray th at God w ill make me strong d n n h w on To o the right a d sh u t e r g . n mm in Whe ever I, c o it a s , I fee l my very he art within Grow chill and heavy like a clod, f n God Be cause I have o fe ded .

4 B ut I would rather love the Lord, And shun e ach si nful deed and w ord, Than do the sin,then feel the force a m and n mor Of bitter sh e, kee re se . I wish to think of God and thee Whenever pretty things I see, Till e very fl ower th at gems the sod ha ma m e nk of t e and S ll ke thi he God.

5 I nsp ired by faith,I wish to hear Thy gentle footfall strike my ear ; Be fore thy radiant face to b ow, Andf eel i u on m thy k ss p y brow . Thy broad white wings s hall be my shield, ’ While battling on life s d usty field ; Thine arms enfold m e when I die, And w a me ome wa ft h rd to the sky.

149— G THE UARDIAN ANGEL .

1 D EAR Angel,ever at my side ! H ow l oving must thou be, To leave thy home in He aven to guide A little child l ike me ! “ uar dia n An el 1 The G g . 43

2 Thy beauti ful and shini ng face I see not, though s o near ;

' The sweetness of thy soft l ow voice o a I am to de f to hear .

n f ou m 3 I ca not eel thee . t ch y hand With pressure light and mild, To check m e as my mother ~ did

When I w as but achild .

4 B ut I have fel t thee in my thoughts, Fighting w ith sin fOr me And whe n my he art l oves God,I know n 18 m The sweet ess fro thee .

5 And when,de ar Spirit ! I kne el down Morni ng and night to prayer, Se mething there is within my heart a s me u a rt h Th t tell tho t ere .

6 Then for ak ,d a n ! now ' thy s e e r A gel

‘

‘ More humbl e will I be ;

‘ B ut I a m weak, and,when I fall, 0 ea not me ,w ry of .

7 O ,we ary not,but love me still, For Mary s sake,thy Queen; She never tired of me,though I H er or of n a b n w st so s h ve ee .

8 She will reward thee with a smile ; ’ Thou know st What it is worth ! 44 Miscella neous 1 .

’ For Mary s smiles e ach d ay convert The a es a on a t h rd t he rts e r h .

9 Then love me,love me,Angel de ar A nd I will love thee m ore And help me when my soul is cas t

; n na o Upo the eter l sh re .

150— T ’ AD S . CATHERINE S BALL .

1 SAINT CATH ERINE ,she w as a maiden mild S aint C atherine,she was a maide n pure ’ And after her prayers she loy d the books a ow us a en a wa s r Th t sh to He v the p th y u e . 0 S aint C atherine,meek ! 0 Sain t C atherine,pure

2 The wi sest doctors of Egypt came To prove that the Catholic faith was Wrong, They reasoned for hours,and brought out their b ooks, all m in and t n u For they were ighty wits o g e .

3 S aint Catherine stood before them all , — So humble she trusted in Heaven alone She proved that the C ath olic faith w as right, " i sat as um a on T ll there they , d b as st e .

‘ Now what did the ki ng and his courtiers do, When none of them all c ould answer a word They said she no longer w as fit to live, n u O ff nn n a A d c t her i oce t he d with a sword.

D ! TO F R T IN E I S LINES .

14 Adore te devote ,latens D eitas 103 doremus in aeternum sanctiss1mum sacramentum A , . . Ah mus le ave our a s al ar 57 , t I L dy _ t All eluia ! All elui a ! Allel uia ! 3 . 8 i ri who rou h to our moun Al l ra se to St. a c ain 120 p P t k, b g t t . Alma Redemptoris Mater ,quae pervi 72 Angels we have heard on high 15 As pants the hart for cooling springs 112 As the gentl e spring encloses 77 Ave ,Maria ! bright and pure 56 Ave ,mari s stella 47 Ave,Regina coelorum 78 Ave ,Sancti ssima,we lift our souls to thee 72 107

e la ! h ! earth B g d O “ 27 ri h n el s who a ten a . 104 B g t g t d . B right mother of our Maker, 80 ri ht ueen of eaven B g Q H ! 82 ri n flo rs of he rares brin flowers of the aires B g we t t, g f t . 69 Mary,high your voices raise 85 Children ofthe heavenl y King 12 7 Christians ,to the war ! ather fromafar ! 126 g’ hris ans who o esus sorrows 30 C ti , f J . Christ has de scende d,angels on high 113 hris risen rom h ea 40 C t has f t e d d ! ’ hri s the Bor i s ri s n to-da 40 C t, d, y . Chri st was born on Chris tmas day 17 Cl ose veiled In that sweet Sacrament 93 ome ol hos rea or les 4 C ,H y G t,C t ,b t . 3 Come,l et us lift our j oyful eyes 140 Come ,wandering sheep,0 come z 119 Come ,ye l ofty ! Come ,ye l owly 26

ail ail sin Mar 11 D y,d y, g y ! Dear angel ,ever at my side 142 Dear guardian of M ary ! dear nurs e of her chil d 117 Earthl y friends will change and falter 17 148 Index to First L ines .

Fading,still fading,the last beam ur a hers livin stil l Faith of o f t , “ From thy bright throne a ove the sky

lorious mother ! rom hi h heaven G f g ! Glory to God ! a el hosts are si ing ra es from m esus flowin G c y g . ng

Hail ,bright . star of the ocean Hail ,heavenl y q ueen ! hail ,foamy ocean star ail esus hail who for m sa e H ,J , , y k ! il r ueen and vir in ure Ha ,Ma y,q g p . . Hail ,Q ueen of he aven,the ocean star we who thus uni e Happy , t d . Hark ! the soun d of fight hathgone forth Holy God,we praise Thy nam Holy M ary,mother mild ol a ron thee salu in H y p t , t g . H ow kind it is of you to come H ow pur e ,how frail ,how white

’ I am my Lord s ,and H e is mine I come to thee,my Love I l ove thee,O thou L ord m ost high n hi s ac ramen sweet esus I t S t, J .

I ris e from Jerusal em,the Jerusal em,my appy ho u ul i memori a Jes d c s . Jesus,gentl est S aviour Jesus,S aviour of my soul Je sus ,sweet Jesus,my treasure divine Jesus,the very thought of thee

e t ever heart exultin ea L y g b t . L et us si ng the praise of H im Like the dawni ng of the morni ng

M agnificat,anima mea Dominum M ary,hea r my fervent prayer Mother,dear,0 pray for M othe r of mercy,day by day My God,my life ,my love

0 beautiful thou art O cor amorie vi ctima 0 Deus ! eg o te O fairest of all vis—ions 0 flower of Grace dim est flower

Index to First L ines 150 .

eni Sancte S iri us V : p t . Waken ! Chri stian chil dren ‘ We come ,deare st mother,with fondest devoti on Wel comed with j oy b e our hallowed solemnity ’ We three kings from O ri ent are When Christ was born of Mary free he s ies When morning gilds t k . When my eye s are clos e d in sleep ' With gl ory lit ’ With wond ring awe Ye angel s now be Yes,Heaven is the