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PREFACE- 
 
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 EXT to thet>fferlng of the Eui:haristical Sacrifice, which is 
 the most sublime and the more essential act of divine worship, 
 the singing of the praises ofGod and of the Lamb, is unquestionably 
 the noblest employment of a Christian He who sings to God 
 with a proper sense of devotion, associates himself to the Choirs of 
 Angels, and shares upon earth in the sweetest occupation of the 
 blessed inhabitants of Heaven. It cannot be doubted but that the 
 most proper time for this holy exercise, is when the faithful meet 
 together in Church ; and especially when the Lamb that was slain 
 on the cross for the redemption of the world, comes down on our 
 altars, and there continues to offer himself for us to his heavenly 
 Father. It is then every faithful soul should unite with him in 
 the immortal praise he gives to his Father, and sing in accord 
 with the heavenly citizens the praises of the Lamb himself : -wor- 
 thy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and divinity , and wisdom, 
 and strength, and honor , and glory , and benediction —Rev. v. 12. 
 
 However, sacred singing should not be confined to houses and 
 hours of worship. We should, like the Prophet, bless the Lord at 
 all times, and his praise should be always in our mouth, — Plalm. 33. 
 This, St. Paul earnestly recommends to the faithful ; Let the word 
 of Christ dwell in you abundantly, in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing 
 cne another in psalms, hymns and spiritual canticles, singing in grace in your 
 hearts to God — Coloss. iii. 16 
 
 There are few persons but are delighted with singing; agree- 
 able music is a sweet diversion after the toil of business, and a relief 
 even during the time of labour ; it affords comfort in affliction, and 
 heightens our enjoyment in the hour of gladness. But these ef- 
 fects are never more surely or more solidly produced, than when 
 the praises of the Deity, or some devotional fentiment, are the sub- 
 ject of the song Whilst the ear is delighted, the soul is nour- 
 ished ; the moments pass away rapidly and agreeably ; the burden 
 of duty becomes light; piety adds merit and perfection to our 
 performances ; and the heart, conscious of rectitude, enjoys a 
 cheerful tranquility. 
 
 Not so when profane objects are the theme of our lays. The 
 delight, which an obscene ballad will afford a de\ raved mind, is 
 like the rest of its enjoyments, gross, turbulent, false, and unwor- 
 thy of a christian soul. It distils the poison deep into the heart ; 
 and the mouth of the singer, like an open sepulchre, casts around 
 on the hearers the noxious exhalation. The soft strains of a love 
 song, atho 1 disguised under an outward appearance of decency, 
 are not perhaps less hurtful, on account of their tendency to turn 
 upon idols of flesh, the affections of a he^rt made for God alone. 
 And will not the delicacy of expression, the flowers of poetry, and 
 
PREFACE 
 
 u)i the seasonings of wit, joined with the graces of music, render 
 the poison, which is wrapped up in them, still more pernicious to 
 tender and unsuspicious minds ? 
 
 There is another species of songs, the purport of which is to 
 extol the happiness of sensual pleasures, and to invite every heart, 
 especially those of the young, to make it the constant object of 
 their pursuits. Not to acknowledge the dangerous tendency of 
 such songs, would be an unpardonable blindness What can be 
 more shocking than to hear the doctrine of Epicure, proclaimed by 
 the mouth of a Christian ? And what a pity that wit and genius 
 should be prostituted to so base and pernicious purposes ? How 
 much, on the contrary, it were to be wished, that those who are 
 endowed with a talent for poetry or music, would consecrate it to 
 iL nobler use;- by employing it in celebrating the praises of their 
 Creator, the charms of virtue, the vanity of transitory delights, the 
 felicity of heaven. &c. ! What a delightful ^collection it would 
 be for them to have contributed to kindle in the hearts of their 
 fellow-christians the sacred flames of divine love, and to have 
 promoted the cause of virtue ! 
 
 It is with this intention, that the present collect'on is offered to 
 the public Besides a variety of Spiritual Canticles, containing 
 either an invitation to praise God, -or divers acts of religion and 
 sentiments of piety, the Catholic reader will have the satisfac- 
 tion of finding a translation in verse, as literal as this kind of 
 composition cou'd permit, of those ancient hymns, which have been 
 sung in the Catholic Church on the various festivals of our Lord, 
 of the Blessed Virgin and of the Saints, through the year, for up- 
 wards of fourteen centuries ; which have for their authors men of 
 the most eminent sanctity, as an Hilary, an Ambrose, a Gregory, 
 &c. ; and which, a'tho' not distinguished for the elegance o r com- 
 position, are replete with sentiments of genuine piety Such of 
 them, as are more frequently sung, have been printed also in Latin, 
 as well as the Psalm Miserere, which is sung in Lent, and occasion- 
 ally during the year ; the Psalm De profundi; , for departed souls, 
 and the Litany of the Blessed Virgin ; to enable the faithful to 
 join with the choir, when they are sung in that language. 
 
 May the Almighty bestow his blessing on this little work, which 
 is consecrated to his glory ! May those, who shall have it in their 
 hands, reap from it, with the assistance of Divine grace, the pre- 
 cious fruits of pure religion, horror for vice, love pf virtue, con- 
 tempt of earthly goods, desires of heavenly bliss, and the most 
 :i'.-ely sentiments of divine love ! 
 
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 HYMNS, &c. 
 
 An Invitation to Praise God. 
 
 ■Alleluia. 
 —Alleluia* 
 
 jjINGye praises to the Lord. — 
 Bless his name with one accord, - 
 
 For it's owing to his care, Alleluia. 
 
 What we have and what we are,— Alleluia* 
 
 2 He first made us by his pow'r — ■ Alleluia. 
 
 He preserves us ev'ry hour Alleluia. 
 
 Food and raiment, all are his, Alleluia. 
 
 Present comfort, future bliss, -Alleluia. 
 
 He directs our stegs by day, 
 
 Pointing out the safest way, 
 
 And at night in mercy still, 
 
 Guards us from all kinds of ill,- 
 
 -Alleluia. 
 -Alleluia* 
 -Alleluia. 
 Alleluia 
 
 4 God forgave us, when undone 
 And redeem'd us by his son, 
 
 Alleluia, 
 
 — Alleluia. 
 
 Raise your voices then and sing, Alleluia, 
 
 Loud hosannas to our king, 'Alleluia. 
 
 A Sojig of Praise to God. 
 
 1 JLVJlY soul, thy great creator praise, 
 When cloth 'd in his celestial ravs ; 
 He in full majesty appears, 
 And like a robe, his glory wears. 
 
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 Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame, 
 An equal glory to his name. 
 
 The heav'ns, are for his curtain spread, 
 TV unfathorn'd deep he makes his bed, 
 Clouds are his charriots, when he flics, 
 On winged storms across the skies : 
 Great is the Lord, &c. 
 
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 The Same, 
 
 RATEFUL notes and numbers bringj 
 While the name of God we sing ; 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 Be thy glorious name ador'd. 
 Men on earth, and saints above, 
 Sing the great Redeemer's love, 
 Lord thy mercies never fail, 
 Hail, celestial goodness, hail ! 
 
 £ While on earth ordain'd to stay, 
 Guide our footsteps in thy way ; 
 Mortals, raise your voices high, 
 'Till they reach the echoing sky. 
 Men on earth, &c. 
 
 The Principal Acts of Religion, 
 
 THE PRESENCE OF GOD. 
 
 1 X O lie hid from thine awful face, 
 Lord, whither could I fly ? 
 Thy presence fills th* infinite space, 
 
 All's naked to thine eye. 
 In thee we live, in thee we move, 
 In thee we have our being ; 
 
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 Thou art our keeper from above, 
 Our Father and our King. 
 
 Adoration, 
 
 2 Great Lord, we fall before thy throne* 
 
 Thee humbly we adore ; 
 Thou art our God ; to thee alone 
 
 Belong all praise and pow'r. 
 We all are thine ; thy mighty hand 
 
 Hath wrought our mortal frame ; 
 Let every tongue, through ev'ry land, 
 
 Give glory to thy name. 
 
 Faith. 
 
 3 Thee we adore, O Truth Divine; 
 
 Pure, increated light ; 
 O ! let thy beams upon us shine, 
 
 Dispel the shades of night. 
 The word, which thou from heav'n hast brought., 
 
 Most humbly we receive ; 
 And by thy church uuerring taught, 
 
 Most firmly we believe. 
 
 Hope. 
 
 4 O thou, the centre of my heart ; 
 
 My sov'reign good, my all ; 
 Ah ! do thy saving help impart ; 
 
 Support, or else I fall. 
 Strong with the aid of promis'd grace, 
 
 Cleans'd in my Saviour's blood, 
 I'll gladly run my earthly race, 
 
 And reach the blest abode. 
 
 Charity. 
 
 5 Immortal beauty, source divine, 
 
 Of goodness, light and love ; 
 
 How long, alas ! this heart of mine 
 
 Did hard, and loveless prove. 
 
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 O Charity ! celestial fire, 
 
 Take in me thine abode ; 
 Possess my soul, my heart inspire, 
 
 Unite me to my God. 
 
 Confidence in God. 
 
 1 JLiET all who have God's goodness prov'd, 
 
 Still in his truth confide ; 
 Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man 
 Who on his truth rely'd. 
 
 2 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, 
 
 From Sion his abode ; 
 Proclaim his deeds, 'till all the world 
 Confess no other God, 
 
 3 Through all the changing scenes of life. 
 
 In trouble and in joy, 
 The praises of my God, shall still 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
 4 For in distress, to him I pray'd, 
 
 He to my rescue came ; 
 Since he vouchsaf'd his timely aid, 
 For e'er I'll praise his name. 
 
 5 O make but trial of his love, 
 
 Experience will decide, 
 How blest they are, and only they 
 Who in his truth confide. 
 
 b Fear him, ye saints, and you w ; ll then 
 Have nothing else to fear ; 
 Make you his service your delight, 
 Your wants shall be his care, 
 
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 The Peace of a Soul that Loves Jesus 
 Christ, 
 
 1 JL HOUGH all the powers of hell surround, 
 
 No evil will I fear ; 
 For while my Jesus is my friend, 
 
 No danger can come near. 
 
 Then, blessed Jesus ! dwell with m e 
 And make me burn with love of thee ; 
 O blessed Jesus ! live with me, 
 'TlII I may die and live with thee, 
 
 2 When virtue reigns within my heart, 
 
 And sin has lost its sway ; 
 My Jesus will his sweets impart, 
 And drive all care away. 
 Then blessed Jesus, &c. 
 
 3 With him possess'd, all nature round, 
 
 To me more lovely grows ; 
 Each pleasure heightens in my breast,, 
 And with fresh ardour o;lows. 
 Then blessed Jesus, &c. 
 
 4 Then, Oh ! the dear enraptur'd thought ! 
 
 Ah ! could I truly say, 
 It is no longer 1 who live, 
 *Tis Jesus lives in me ! 
 Then blessed Jesus, &c. 
 
 The happy effects of the love of Jesus, 
 
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 rtACES from my Jesus flowing. 
 Set ttie faithful breast on fire; 
 Make the soul with raptures r lowing, 
 Nought but hcav'nly bhss desire^ 
 
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 Vain she thinks all transient joys, 
 For eternal peace she sighs ; 
 Nought can then disturb her rest, 
 With her God supremely blest, 
 
 2 Here she may from care retiring 
 
 Find a Sweet and healing balm, 
 AH celestial love inspiiing, 
 
 Shed around a heavenly calm. 
 
 Vain she, &c. 
 
 3 Here with purest love remaining, 
 
 Jesus answers every prayer ; 
 With his help, the soul sustaining 
 Makes her ev'ry blessing share. 
 Vain she, &c. 
 
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 Desires of loving God. 
 
 POWER divine ! O charity ! 
 Heaven's choicest blessings join in thee ; 
 In thee, the source of ev'ry grace ; 
 In thee, the soothing balm of peace. 
 
 2 Celestial gift ! O heav'nly fire ! 
 That burns up each corrupt desire ; 
 That made the martyrs smile at death, 
 And in sweet raptures yield their breath. 
 
 3 O come to me, my bosom warm, 
 And shield me from surrounding harm ; 
 So may 1 at the parting hour, 
 Rejoice to meet death's fatal pow'r. 
 
 4 My soul well fortify'd by thee, 
 Triumphant gains eternity ; 
 
 By sweet attraction drawn above, 
 
 Absorpt, and lost in heavily Jove* 
 
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 i Praise and Thanksgiving 
 
 HILE heav'ns proclaim their maker's praise, 
 And with his glory shine ; 
 
 And heav'nly chons in tuneful lays 
 Extol his power divine. 
 
 Let us our grateful thanks repay, 
 And all his blessings own ; 
 
 And let our songs of praise each day- 
 Ascend before his throne. 
 
 From him all heav'nly gifts proceed, 
 
 We are his constant care ; 
 Mild peace and plenty, each succeed, 
 
 Of each he makes us share. 
 His bounteous hands with blessings flow., 
 
 Unceasing favours yield ; 
 And ev'ry creature here below, 
 
 Is with his goodness fill'd. 
 
 All nature joins in gen'ral song, 
 
 To praise his sacred name, 
 The lowing herd, the feather *d throng 
 
 His wond'rous works proclaim. 
 But, O my God, what's ev'ry praise, 
 
 Thy creatures can display ? 
 How low their most exalted lays, 
 
 If but compar'd with thee ! 
 
 But tho' thy greatness far transcends 
 
 The praise of angels tongue ; 
 Yet still thy goodness condescends 
 
 To hear our feeble song. 
 Oh ! then my fav'rite theme shall be, 
 
 In loud exulting strain, 
 To laud thy glorious majesty, 
 
 And never ending reign, 
 
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 A Song of Praise to the Divine Majesty. 
 
 1 JL HE God of Abrah'm praise, 
 
 Who sit- enthroned above ; 
 Ancient of everlasting days, 
 
 And god of love. 
 Jehovah, Great I am 1 
 
 By heav'n and earth confessM^j 
 I laud and praise thy holy name 
 JFor ever blest. 
 
 2 The whole triumphant host 
 
 Gives thanks to God on high, 
 Hail, Father, Son and Holy Ghost 
 
 They ever cry ; 
 Hail, Abrah'm's God and mine ! 
 
 I join the heav'nly lays, 
 All might and majesty are thine^ 
 And endless praise. 
 
 The Same. 
 
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 PRAISE ye the Lord; 
 
 Sing his praise in the congregation of saints, 
 Sing glory to God in the highest ; 
 For we our voices high should raise, 
 When thee, O m.ghty God, we praise. 
 To him address, in joyful songs, 
 "The praise that to his name belongs. 
 
 Raise your voices then and sing 
 
 Loud hosannas to our king. 
 
 Raise, Sec. 
 
 Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, &c. 
 
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 God Praised in his Works. 
 
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 OW various Lord, thy works are found, 
 For which thy wisdom we adore ; 
 The earth is with thy treasures crown'd, 
 'Till nature's hand can grasp no more. 
 
 2 O then, that all the earth with me, 
 
 Would God, for this his goodness praise ; 
 And for the mighty works which he 
 
 Throughout the wand'ring world displays I 
 
 The Same. 
 
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 OME, sound his praise abroad, 
 And hymns of glory sing ; 
 Jehovah is the sov'reign God, 
 The universal king. 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, Alleluia, &c. 
 
 2 He form'd the deeps unknown, 
 
 He gave the seas their bound, 
 The wat'ry worlds are all his own 
 And 11 the solid ground. 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, Alleluia, &c. 
 
 3 Come, worship at his throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord ; 
 We are his work, and not our own, 
 
 He form'd us by his word. Praise ye, &C, 
 
 4 To day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor ('are provoke his rod ; 
 Come like the people of his choice, 
 
 And own your gracious God, Praise ye, &c, 
 
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 Return of a Dissipated Soul to God, and to 
 Herself. 
 
 1 VV HERE have my wand'ring senses been, 
 
 Absent from all that's good ? 
 How long, my soul, ah ! wilt, thou stray, 
 Forgetful of thy god ? 
 
 2 How quxkly pass my fleeting hour, 
 
 And to my exit tend ! 
 All nature, ev'ry thing around 
 Informs me of my end, 
 
 3 And shall I stdl unmindful be, 
 
 Nor for my soul prepare ? 
 But live in vain security ; 
 
 Nor death, nor judgement fear ? 
 
 4 Oh, no ! no more aflatt'rmg world, 
 
 Shall e'er my soul ensnare ; 
 Henceforth, O Lord 1 thy sweet commands, 
 Shall be my only care. 
 
 5 Thy judgments. Lord, now pierce my soul., 
 
 And shake my hone.-, with Iread ; 
 The voice of rigid justice routs, 
 Like thunder, o'er my head. 
 
 6 But, Jesus ! now thy mercies show, 
 
 And calm thy troub d I east ; 
 '3 is in thy p'eciou^ biood I hope, 
 For peace and endless rest. 
 
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 A farewell to the world. 
 
 . logger shall my soul confide, 
 In fleeting pleasures, vain and void; 
 
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 Henceforth, her noble views extend, 
 To life and bliss, that know no end. 
 
 2 My Jesus had trac'd out the way ; 
 He'll be my guide, I cannot stray. 
 Adieu, ye vain terrestrial joys, 
 
 My soul shall e'er your charms despise. 
 
 3 My Saviour calls to pure delights, 
 To heavenly bliss, m) soul invites, 
 And makes her with soft raptures ^low, 
 And long to leave these realms beiow. 
 
 4 But whilst thy sacred will ordains, 
 My soul to dwell in earthly chains, 
 My wish, my only care shall be, 
 To seek thee, Lord, and only thee. 
 
 Sentiments of a Sinner returning to God. 
 
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 ORD, my sins lie heavy on my mind, 
 And sad affliction pierces to my heart ; 
 Fears of death, and endless Woe combin'd, 
 Unceasing horrors to my soul impart. 
 Mercy, Lord, thy tender mercy show, 
 And spare the soul for whom thy blood did flow, 
 
 2 Heedless of thy holy dread command, 
 
 I walk securely in the paths of death ; 
 Yet, O stay, thy fierce avenging hand, 
 
 Nor in thy wrath, demand my fleeting breath, 
 Mercy, &c. 
 
 3 Peace has left my breast and nought remains, 
 
 But stints of keen remorse and deadly fear ; 
 Cover'd o'er with guilt and sinful stains, 
 
 How shall I in thy presence, Lord, appear f 
 Mercy, &c. 
 
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 4 Jesus, source of peace, mv fear disarm ; 
 
 Oh ! had I sought thee, with attentive care ; 
 Beams of cheering hope my soul would calm, 
 And save me now, from sinking to despair. 
 Mercy, &C. 
 
 5 Vain is ev'ry thought and ev'ry care, 
 
 That does not lend, O Lord the soul to thee , 
 Short their pleasures, soon they bring despair, 
 And cast her mto endless misery. 
 Mercy, &c. 
 
 b Lord, I see how much my sins offrnd ; 
 
 J grieve, f '11 strive to wipe the srains away ; 
 Jesus, now thy kind assistance lend, 
 
 .For else my helpless soul again will stray, 
 Mercy, &c. 
 
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 Contemplation of Heaven, 
 
 .ME, let us lift our joyful eyes 
 
 Up to the courts above, 
 And smile to see the Father there, 
 
 Upon a throne of love. 
 The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss, 
 
 Are open'd by the Son ; 
 High let us raise our notes of praise. ^ j, 
 
 And reach th' Almighty throne. } 
 
 O heav'n ! O land of pure delight, 
 
 Where saints immortal reign, 
 Whence end'ess day excludes the night, 
 
 And pleasure banish pain ! 
 When shall my soul, from darkness free, 
 
 To thy bright s<=ats remove ; 
 For e'er to praise mv dearest Lord . 
 
 In endless peace and love. 
 
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 3 To him who sits upon the throne, 
 
 The God who all us made ; 
 And to the Lamb, once for us slain, 
 
 Be endless honours paid : 
 To Fattier, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 The God whom we adore, 
 Be crlory as it was and is, 
 
 And shall be evermore. 
 Be glo ry 
 
 Be glory ever more. 
 
 A song of praise to Jesus in the blessed 
 Sacrament. 
 
 O 
 
 JESU, Deus mag- 
 ne, 
 
 Pastor bone ! 
 O dulcis, dulcis agne ! 
 
 O manna ! 
 O Jesu, Pastor bone ! 
 O pan is Salutaris ! 
 O manna I O panis ! 
 O Agne ! O Jc^su ! 
 O Jesu, Jesu mi ! 
 
 2 O potestas ! 
 
 Quid nori praestas ? 
 Quid non praestas ho 
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 O Jesu &c, 
 
 1 O JESUS, blessed 
 
 Saviour, 
 
 Dearest Saviour 
 
 O source of heav'nly fa- 
 vour, 
 
 O manna ! 
 
 O blessed food of heaven ! 
 
 By thee each grace is 
 given. 
 
 O manna! heav : 
 
 O sweet Lamb ! O 
 God ! 
 • O Jesus ! O my God ! 
 
 2 O power divine ! 
 Where's love like thine ? 
 
 O sweetest Lamb ! 
 O power divine ! 
 Where's love like thine, 
 
 For fallen man ! 
 
 nly food! 
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 Adoration of Jesus in the blessed Sacra/gent. 
 
 1 &AVING host we fall before thee, 
 
 Trusting in our Saviour's word ; 
 Thee we own, the Lord of glory, 
 
 Thee we own, our sovereign Lord ; 
 While our evil foes contending, 
 
 Threaten our eternal loss ; 
 Be with heav'nly grace defending, 
 
 And protect us with thy cross. 
 
 2 From thy Father's throne descending, 
 
 Thou becom'st our daily bread ; 
 'Midst celestial hosts attending, 
 
 With thy flesh, our souls are fed. 
 Come thou source of ev'ry blessing; 
 
 Warm our hearts with love divine, 
 Let thy grace our souls possessing, 
 
 Make us be for ever thine. 
 
 The love of Jesus in the Eucharist* 
 
 1 STREAMS of heav'nly love descending, 
 
 Softly touch the sinner's heart ; 
 Jesus to our wants attending, 
 Bears of all our pains a part. 
 
 Jesus ! all our hopes sustaining, 
 
 On our altars e'er remaining, 
 
 Henceforth my onlv bliss shall be, 
 
 To think and meditate on thee. 
 
 2 From his lovely presence flowing, 
 
 Beams of love, celestial rays ; 
 They within the bosom glowing, 
 Heavenly raptures sweetly raise4 
 Jesus ! all, &c 
 
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 Here, beneath these veils residing, 
 He's our comfort, when distress'd ; 
 
 Pure delights for us providing, 
 Foretastes of eternal rest. 
 Jesus ! ali, &c. 
 
 The Sweets of the Love of Jesus, 
 
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 RACE descending from above, 
 Inspires the soul with heav'nly love ; , 
 Makes her longing wish to rise, 
 On angel's wing above the skies. 
 Thy love, O Jesus, is my song, 
 How does my soul with raptures long j 
 To be dissolv'd and be with thee, 
 And share thy love eternally. 
 
 2 When my soul from passion free, 
 Retires to meditate on thee ; 
 
 All that pleas'd so much before, 
 Tnen lose their charms, and please no more. 
 Thy love, &c. 
 
 3 Thoughts of thee, inflame my heart, 
 And ev'ry purer wish impart ; 
 Dull in ev'ry other care, 
 
 My soul no other biss can share. 
 Thy love, &c. 
 
 4 O what sweets the saints must prove, 
 Who taste with thee, the joys above ; 
 Doom'd by sweet necessity, 
 
 To love thee all eternity ! 
 Thy love, &c. 
 
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 The Holy Name of Jesus. 
 
 JESU DULCIS MEMORIA, &C. 
 
 1 J ESUS, the only thought of thee 
 With sweetness fills my breast ; 
 But sweeter far it is to see, 
 And on thy beauty feast. 
 No sound, no harmony so gay, 
 * Can art of music frame ; 
 No thoughts can reach, no words can say 
 The sweets of thy blest name. 
 
 3 Jesus, our hope when we repent ; 
 
 Sweet source of all our grace ; 
 Sole comfort in our banishment ; 
 
 O what, when face to face ! 
 Jesus I that name inspires my mind 
 
 With springs of lire and light ; 
 More than I ask in thee I find, 
 
 And lavisn in delight, 
 
 3 No art or eloquence of man 
 
 Can tell the joys of love ; 
 Only the saints can understand, 
 
 What they in Jesus prove'. 
 Thee then I'll seek, retir'd apart, 
 
 From world and bus'ness free ; 
 When these shall knock, I'll shut my heartt 
 
 And keep it all for thee. 
 
 4 Before the morning light I'll come 
 
 With Magdalen, to find, 
 In sighs and tears, my Jesus' tomb, 
 
 And there refresh my mind. 
 My tears upon his grave shall flow, 
 
 My sighs the garden fill ; 
 Then at his feet myself I'll throw. 
 
 And there I'll seek his will. 
 
 
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 5 Jesus, in thy blest steps I'll tread, 
 
 And walk in all thy ways ; 
 I'll never cease to weep and plead, 
 
 'Till I'm restor'd to grace. 
 O King of love, thy blessed fire 
 
 D ies such sweet flames excite, 
 That first it raises the desire, 
 
 Tnen fills it with delight. 
 
 6 Thy lovely presence shines so clear 
 
 Th rough ev'ry sense and way, 
 That souls which once have seen thee near, 
 
 See all things else decay. 
 Come then, dear Lord, possess my heart ; 
 
 Chase thence the shades of night ; 
 Come, pierce it with thy flaming dart, 
 
 And ever-shining light. 
 Then I'll forever Jesus sing, 
 
 And with the saints rejoice ; 
 And both my heart and tongue shall bring 
 Their tribute to rnv dearest K:ng, 
 
 In never-ending joys. 
 
 Aspirations before Communion, 
 
 J IVjLY God, my life, my love, 
 To thee, to thee I call ; 
 O come to me from heaven above, 
 And be my God, my all, 
 
 2 My faith behold thee, iword, 
 Conceal'd in human food; 
 My senses fail ; but in thy word 
 I tiust, and find my God, 
 
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 3 O, when wilt thou be mine, 
 
 Sweet lover of my soul ! 
 My Jesus clear, my King divine ; 
 Come, o'er my heart to rule, 
 
 4 O come ! and fix thy throne, 
 
 In the midst of my heart ; 
 O make it burn for thee alone, 
 And from thence ne'er depart. 
 
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 5 Be gone ye, from my mind, 
 
 Vain childish earthly toys ; 
 In my Jesus alone I find 
 True pleasures, solid joys 4 
 
 Aspirations after Communion, 
 
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 HAT happiness can equal mine ? 
 
 I've found the object of my love ; 
 My Jesus dear, my king divine 
 
 Is come to me from heav'n above. 
 He chose my heart for his abode, 
 
 He there becomes my daily bread ; 
 There on me flows his healing blood, 
 
 There, with his flesh, my soul is fed. 
 
 2 I am my love's, and he is mine ; 
 
 In me he dwells, in him I live ; 
 What greater treasure could I find ? 
 
 And could ye, heav'ns, a greater give ? 
 O sacred banquet, heav'n ly feast ! 
 
 O oveiflowing source of grace, 
 Where, God the food and man the guest, 
 
 Meet and unite in sweet embrace ! 
 
 3 Ye angels, lend your heav'nly tongues ; 
 
 Come, and with me in praises join ; 
 
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 Come, and unite in thankful songs, 
 Your sweet immortal voice to mine. 
 
 O, that I had your burning hearts, 
 
 To love my God, my spouse most dear ! 
 
 O that he would with flaming darts, 
 Raise in my heart a heav'nly fire ! 
 
 4 Dear Jesus ! now my heart is thine ; 
 
 may it from thee never fly ! 
 Hold it with chains of love divine, 
 
 Make it be thine eternally. 
 Vain objects, that seduc'd my soul, 
 
 1 now despise your fleeting charms ; 
 In vain temptation's billows roll, 
 
 I lie secure in Jesu's arms. 
 
 Jesus our only Hope* 
 
 1 J ESUS, lover of my soul, 
 
 Let me to thy bosom fly ; 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 While the tempest still is high. 
 Hide me, O my Saviour Hide, 
 
 'Till the storm of life is past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 O receive my soul at last, 
 
 2 Other refuge, I have none, 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me, Hide me, &e» 
 
 3 All my trust in thee is stay'd, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenceless head, 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. HiJe mf, & 
 
( 24 ) 
 
 The Security of a Soul who abandons herself 
 to the care of Divine Providence. 
 
 FIIOM PSALM 22. 
 
 1 Jl HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
 And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
 His presence shall my wants supply, 
 And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
 My noon-day walks, he shall attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend. 
 
 2 When on the sultry glebe I faint, 
 Or on the thirsty mountain pant ; 
 To fertile vales and dewy meads 
 
 My weary, wand'ring steps he leads ; 
 Where peaceful rivers soft and slow, 
 Amid the verdant lanriskips flow. 
 
 3 Tho' in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overspread ; 
 My stedfast heart shall feel no ill. 
 For thou, O Lord, art with me still. 
 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful shade. 
 
 4 Tho' in a bare and rugged way, 
 Through devious lonely wilds I stray ; 
 Tny bounty shall my pains beguile, 
 The barren wilderness shall smile, 
 
 With sudden greens, and herbage crown'd, 
 And streams shall murmur all around. 
 
 Aspirations in the moment of Communion. 
 
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 (lLIGHTFUL moment ! happy-hour ! 
 My heart is drawn with mights charms ; 
 O love ! O love ! J feel thy pow'r, 
 Since I repose in Jesus 1 arms. ' 
 
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 The Lord's Day. 
 
 ELCO.VTE, sweet day of rest, 
 That saw the Lord arise ! 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 And these rejoicing eyes. 
 
 2 The heav'nly king comes near, 
 
 To feast his sain s *o day ; 
 Here, we may sit, and see him here, 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 Come, hasten mortal tongues, 
 
 This day, the Lord to praise ; 
 Come, mix with angelical songs. 
 Your grateful, joyful lays. 
 
 4 One day amidst the place, 
 
 Where my Redeemer lies ; 
 Is sweeter far than thousand days 
 In worldly, sinful joys. 
 
 5 My willing soul would stay, 
 
 ' In such a frame as this ; 
 And sit and sing herself away, 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
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 A Song of Praise. 
 
 iTERNAL source of ev'ry joy, 
 Well may thy praise our lips employ ; 
 While in thy temple we appear, 
 Whose goodness crowns the circling year, 
 While, as the wheel.- of nature roll, 
 Thy hands support the steady Pole ; 
 The sun is taught by thee to rise, 
 And darkness bid to veil the skies* 
 
( 26 ) 
 
 2 Seasons renewM, and years, and days, 
 ♦ Demands successive songs of praise ; 
 Still, be our grateful homage paid 
 With morning light and evening shade ; 
 So may we, with harmonious tongue, 
 In realms unknown, pursue the song ; 
 And thee, in brighter courts adore, 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
 The Love of God for Man, 
 
 1 OlNG my soul, his wond'rous love, 
 Who from his bright th one above, 
 Ever watch ul o'er our race, 
 
 Still Jo man extend his grace, 
 liver watchful, &c. 
 
 2 Heav'n and Earth, by him were made, 
 All is by his sceptre sway'd ; 
 
 What are we, that he phould shew 
 So much lot e to us below. 
 What are we, &c. 
 
 3 Sing my tongue, his holy name, 
 Let his glory be thy theme ; 
 Praise him, 'rill he calls us home, 
 Trust his love for all to come. 
 
 Praise him, &c. 
 
 4 Praise the Lord, who reigns above, 
 Fountain of eternal love. 
 
 Praise him, all the heavV.lv host, 
 Father, Son and Hoy Ghost. 
 Praise him, &c, 
 
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 ( V ) 
 
 Before Catechism , or Sermon t 
 
 HE wonders which God's laws contain. 
 
 No words can represent J 
 Therefore, to learn and practise them, 
 
 Our zealous hearts are hr nt. 
 The very entrance of his laws, 
 
 Celestial l.ght displays, 
 And knowledge of true happiness 
 
 To simple minds conveys. 
 
 2 With favour, Lord, look down on us* 
 
 Who thy relief implore ; 
 As thou art wont to visit those 
 
 Who thy blest name adore. 
 Eternal and unerring rules 
 
 Thy testimonies give ; 
 Teach us thy wisdom, that will make 
 , Our souls forever live. 
 
 3 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 The God whom we adore ; • + 
 
 Be glory as it was, and is, 
 
 And shall be evermore. 
 To Father, Son, &c. 
 {Or, in Easter Time, Alleluia eight times over .) 
 
 Invocation of the Holy Ghost, 
 
 VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS. 
 
 1 V-xOME, Holy Ghost, send down those beams, 
 Which sweetly flow in silent streams, 
 
 From thy bright throne above ; 
 Come, thou the Father of the poor, 
 Thou bounteous source of all our store ; 
 
 Come, fire our hearts with love, 
 
( 28 ) 
 
 2 Come, thou of Comforters the best ; 
 Come, thou the soul's delightful guest, 
 
 The pilgrim's sweet telief ; 
 Thou art our rest in toil and sweat, 
 Refreshment in excessive heat, 
 
 And solace in our gnef. 
 
 3 O sacred light, shoot home thy darts ; 
 O pierce the centre of these hearts, 
 
 Whos faith aspires to thee ; 
 W'thout thy Godhead, nothing can 
 Have any price or worth in man ; 
 
 Nothing can harmless be. 
 
 4 Lord, wash our sinful stains away ; 
 Water from heav'n our barren clay ; 
 
 Our wounds and bruises heal : 
 To thy sweet yoke, our stiff necks bend ; 
 T' inflame our cold hearts, thy fire send ; 
 
 Our wand'ring feet repeal. 
 
 5 O grant thy faithful, dearest Lord, 
 Whose only hope is thy sure word, 
 
 The sev'n gifts of thy Spirit ; 
 Grant us in life t' obey thy grace ; 
 Grant us at death, to sre thy face, 
 
 And endless joys inherit. 
 
 Hymns Jbr the various Sundays and Festivals 
 through the Year. 
 
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 FOR COMMON SUNDAYS. 
 
 ^UCIS Creator optime, 
 Lucem dierura proferens ; 
 
 Pnmordi s lucis nova, 
 Mundi parans originem. 
 
( 29 ) 
 
 5 Qui mane junctum vesperi 
 Diem vocari piaecipis, 
 JUabitur tetrum Chaos, 
 Audi preces cum fletibus. 
 
 3 Ne mens gravata crimine, 
 Vitae sit exul munere : 
 Dum nil perenne cogitat, 
 Seseque culpis llligat. 
 
 4 Caeleste pulset ostium : 
 Vitale tollat proemium : 
 "Vitemus omne noxium, 
 Purgemus omne pessimum, 
 
 5 Praesta, Pater piissime, 
 Putnque compar Unice, 
 Cum Spiritu paracJito, 
 Regnans per omne saeculum. 
 
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 The same, in English, 
 
 GREAT Creator of the light, 
 Who, from the darksome womb of night, 
 Brought'st forth new light, at nature's birth, 
 To shine upon the face of th' earth. 
 
 2 Who, by the morn and evening ray, 
 Hast measur'd time, and" call 'd it day ; 
 W hilst sable night involves the spheres, 
 Vouchsafe to hear our pray'rs and tears. 
 
 3 Lest our frail mind, with sin dehTd, 
 From gift of hie should be exil'd, 
 Whilst on no heav'niy things she thinks, 
 But twines herself in satan's links ; 
 
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( 30 ) 
 
 4 O may she soar to heav'n above, 
 The happy seat of lite and love ; 
 Meantime, all sinful actions shun, 
 And purge the foul ones she hath dene. 
 
 5 This pray'r, most gracious Father, hear ; 
 Thy equal Son incline his ear, 
 
 Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee, 
 Doth live and reign eternally. 
 
 Hymn of Thanksgiving. 
 
 1% DEUM, Sec. 
 
 X. HEE, Sovereign God, our grateful accents praise i 
 We own thee, Lord, and bless thy wond'rous ways. 
 To thee, eternal Father, earth's whole frame 
 With loudest trumpets, sounds immortal fame. 
 Lord God of hosts ! to thee the heav'nly pow'rs, 
 With sounding anthems, fill thy vaulted tow'rs : 
 Thy Cherubs, Holy, Holy, Holy cry ; 
 Thrice holy, all the Seraphim reply. 
 Both heav'n and earth, thy majesty display ; 
 They owe their beauty to thy glorious ray. 
 Thy praises fill the loud Apostles' choir ; 
 The train of Prophets, in thy song conspire ; 
 Legions of Martyrs, in the chorus shine ; 
 And vocal blood, with vocal music join. 
 By these, thy church, inspirM with heavenly art, 
 Around the world, maintains a second part, 
 And tunes her sweetest notes, O God, to thee, 
 The Fatner of unbounded majesty. 
 The Son, ador'd co-partner of thy seat, 
 And equal, everlasting Paraclete. 
 Thou King of glory, Christ, of the Most High } 
 Thou co-eternal, filial Deity ; 
 Thou, to save the world from impending doom, 
 Vouchsaf'st to dwell within a Virgin's womb : 
 
( 31 ) 
 
 Death thou hast conquer* d ; from its fetters free, 
 
 The faith:ul in tny kingdom, reign with thee. 
 
 At God's right hand, on a resplendant throne, 
 
 Thou sitt'st ; thy Father's glory is thy own. 
 
 Thou art to judge the living and the dead ; 
 
 Then spare tuose souls, tor whom thy veins have bled. 
 
 O take us up amongst the bless'd above, 
 
 To share with them thy everlasting love. 
 
 Preserve, O Lord, thy people, and enhance 
 
 Thy blessing on thine own inheritance : 
 
 Forever raise their hearts, and rule their ways : 
 
 Each day we bless thee, and proclaim thy praise,, 
 
 Jslo a^e shall fail to celebrate thy name, 
 
 Nor hour neglect thy everlasting fame. 
 
 Preserve our souk-, O lord, this day from ill ; 
 
 nercy on us, Lord, have mercy stilJ : 
 As e have hop' ; , do thou regard our pain ; 
 We've hop'd in thee ; let not our hope be vain* 
 
 For Advent, 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Verbum Supernum, Src» 
 
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 HE Lord no longer will delay ; 
 Behold rhe dawn of th' happy day, 
 Which peace and blessings brings on earth, 
 And witnesses the Saviour's birth. 
 
 3 The son of God is sent to pay 
 The debt our nature can't defray ; 
 May all at least compound th' arrears, 
 With humble hearts and grateful tears. 
 
 3 Our minds, O God, with light inspire, 
 And warm our hearts with heav'nly fire, 
 'Till, flaming with seraphic love, 
 We relish only things above. 
 
( 32 ) 
 
 4 Let endless times aloud proclaim, 
 The glory, power, piaise and name 
 Of' God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, three in one. 
 
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 Hymn at Vespers* 
 
 REATOR ultne siderum, 
 interna lux credentium, 
 Jesu Redemptor omnium, 
 Intende votis supplicum. 
 
 2 Qui demonis ne fiaudibus 
 Periret orbis, impetu 
 Amoris actus, languidi 
 Mundi medela factus es. 
 
 3 Commune qui mundi nefas. 
 Ut expiares, ad crucem 
 
 E Virginia eacrario 
 Intacta prodis victima. 
 
 4 Cujus potestas gloriae, 
 Nomenque cum primum sonat, 
 Et coelites, et inferi 
 Tremente curvantur genu. 
 
 h Te deprecamur ultimae 
 Magnum diei Judicem ; 
 Armis supernae gratiae 
 Defende nos ab hostibus. 
 
 6 Virtus, honor, laus, gloria, 
 Deo Patri cum Filio, 
 Sancto simul Paracleto, 
 In saeculorum saecula. 
 
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 ( 33 ) 
 
 The same, in English, 
 
 RIGHT Maker of the starry poles, 
 Eternal Light of faithful souls, 
 Christ, Saviour of mankind, espouse 
 Our cause, and hear our humble vows ; 
 
 2 Who, lest the fraud of hell's fell king 
 Should all men to destruction bring, 
 Didst, by an act of gen'rous love, 
 The fainting world's Physician prove ; 
 
 3 Who, that thou might'st our ransom pay, 
 And wash the stains of sin away, 
 Would'st from a Virgin's womb proceed. 
 And on the cross a victim bleed ; 
 
 4 Whose glorious pow'r, whose saving name 
 No sooner any voice can frame, 
 
 But heav'n, and earth, and hell, agree 
 To honour them with bended knee, 
 
 5 Thee, of the last accounting day 
 
 The Sov'reign Judge, we humbly pray. 
 Of heav'nly grace such plenty send, 
 As may our souis from sin defend. 
 
 £ Let endless times aloud proclaim 
 The glory, power, praise and name 
 Of God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, three in one. 
 
 The Nativity of our Lord, 
 
 ,A 
 
 ANTHEM. 
 
 DESTE fideles 
 Laeti tnamphantes % 
 
 D 2 
 
( 34 ) 
 
 Venite, vcnite in Bethlehem. 
 Natum videte 
 
 Retjem angelorum. 
 
 Venite, adoremus ; 
 
 Venite, adoremus 
 Venite, adoremus Dominum. 
 
 2 Deum de Deo, 
 Lumen de lumine 
 
 Gestant puellae viscera viscera, 
 
 Deum Verum 
 Genitum, non factum. 
 
 Venite, &c, 
 
 3 Cantet nunc Io 1 
 Chorus angelorum 
 
 Cantet nunc aula celestium 
 
 Gloria 
 In excelsis Deo ; 
 Venite, &c. 
 
 4 Ergfo, qui natus 
 
 Die hodierna, 
 Jesu tibi sit gloria. 
 
 Patris ceterni 
 Verbum caro factum, 
 
 Venite, &c. 
 
 The same, in English* 
 
 1 W ITH hearts truly grateful, 
 
 Come, all ye faithful, 
 To Jesus, to Jesus in Bethlehem. 
 See Christ your Saviour, 
 Heav'ns greatest favour. 
 Let's hasten to adore him, 
 Let's hasten to adore him, 
 
 Let's hasten to adore him, our God and King, 
 
 ! 
 
 
( 35 } 
 
 % God to God equal, 
 
 Light of light eternal ; 
 Carried in virgin's e'er spotless womb. 
 
 He all, preceded, 
 
 Begotten, not created. 
 Let's hasten, &c. 
 
 3 Angels, now praise him, 
 Loud their voices raising ; 
 
 The heav'nly mansion witn joy now ring ; 
 To him who's most holy, 
 Be honour, praise and glory. 
 Let's hasten, &c 
 
 4 To Jesus this day born, 
 Grateful homage return ; 
 
 'Tis he, who all heav'nly gifts doth bring ; 
 Word increated, 
 To our flesh united. 
 Let's hasten, &c. 
 
 5 We joyfully singing, 
 Grateful tributes bringing, 
 
 Praise him, and bless him in heav'nly hymns. 
 
 Angels implore him, 
 
 Seraphs fall before him. 
 Then e'er let us adore him, — our God and King, 
 
 Christmas Hymn. 
 
 1 VV HILE angels to the world proclaim. 
 The birth of Christ ou» King; 
 To magnify his sacred name, 
 We'll joyful anthems sing. 
 We'll, &c. 
 
 % The watchful shepherds, seia'd with fear 
 At radiant light divine, 
 
( 36 ) 
 
 When they the happy tidings hear, 
 Their Alleluias join. 
 Their, ,&c. 
 
 3 Hail, Bethlehem, thus dignified 
 
 By Jesus' humble birth ! 
 May this subdue th' ambitious pride 
 Of princes on the earth. 
 Of, Sec, 
 
 4 The eastern sages wealth dispense, 
 
 And to him presents bring, 
 Of gold, of myrrh, and frankincense, 
 As God, as Man, as King. 
 As, &c. 
 
 5 O grant, contending sov'reigns may 
 
 Their wise example take, 
 And direful war be chas'd away, 
 For Christ our Saviour's sake. 
 For, &c, 
 
 6 Be glory giv'n to God on high, 
 
 And peace on earth to men ; 
 With grace divine our souls supply ; 
 Dear Jesus, say, Amen. 
 Dear, &c. 
 
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 Another Hymn, 
 
 'ION rejoice, let joyful songs, 
 
 Replace thy doleful lays ; 
 Ye, angels lend your heav'nly tongues, 
 
 To sing our saviour's praise. 
 Jesus, the son of God's delight 
 
 Brings joy to them that mourn ; 
 Lo 1 in the midst of silent night. 
 
 He's from a virgin, born. 
 
 ! 
 
( 37 ) 
 
 % O shepherds, hear the heav'nly voice, 
 
 The happy tidings hear ! 
 Mortals, let joy succeed your sighs ; 
 
 And sweet hope banish tear. 
 The mighty Lord, who rules the skies, 
 
 Is cloth'd in mortal frame ; 
 The thun 1'rer sends forth mfant cries, 
 
 And JESUS is his name. 
 
 3 How wond'rous is thy power, O love ! 
 
 A God thus to dehase ; 
 From his eternal seats above, 
 
 There sinful man to raise ! 
 Th' eternal God is born in time ; 
 
 Th' immortal hves to d;e ; 
 Th' immense in swaddling clothes confin'd, 
 
 Doth in a manger lie, 
 
 4 Rejoice ye nations of the earth, 
 
 Wio sat in shades of night ; 
 Rejoice at your Redeemer's birth, 
 
 Salute the rising light. 
 Hail, Infant God ! hail, Babe Divine \ 
 
 Hail, God's incarnate word ! 
 Hail, great Restorer of mankind, 
 
 Our Saviour, and our Lord ! 
 
 5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, 
 
 Your sweetest voices raise ; 
 Let heav'n and all created things, 
 
 Sound our Emmanuel's praise. 
 Glory and pow'r to God on high, 
 
 And peace to men on earth ! 
 Let heav'n and earth unite their joy ? 
 
 At the Redeemer's biith, 
 
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 ( 38 ) 
 
 Another Hymn. 
 
 A SOUS ORTUS CARDINE, &C. 
 
 ROM east to west, from pole to pole, 
 Let ev'ry tongue and ev'ry soul, 
 Let creatures all conspire to sing 
 The praises of our new-born King. 
 
 2 The God of nature, for our sake, 
 Our servile nature chose to take ; 
 
 He was made flesh, weak flesh to aid, 
 And save the work his hands had made. 
 
 3 In Mary's womb he takes his place, 
 And there erects his seat of grace ; 
 In silence she ador'd and bless'd 
 The saered myst'ry in her breast. 
 
 4 Her virgin womb, that chaste abode, 
 Becomes the temple of her God ; 
 Amongst Eve's daughters, she alone, 
 A spotless maid, brings forth a Son, 
 
 5 Behold him in the manger laid, 
 A sheaf of straw his royal bed ; 
 And he, whose bounty feeds the rest, 
 Lies craving at his mother's breast. 
 
 6 Here angels to their Maker sing ; 
 
 Here heav'n's loud choirs with echoes ring ! 
 Whilst shepherds here adore and know 
 Their Pastor, and Creator too. 
 
 7 May age to age forever sing 
 
 The Virgin's So;r and angel's King, 
 And praise, with the celestial host, 
 The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 
 
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 Hymn at Vespers. 
 
 JESU REDEMPTOR OMNIUM, £?V. 
 
 ESUS, the Ransomer of man, 
 Who, e'er created light began, 
 Didst from tnr sov' reign Father spring, 
 His pow'r anil giory equalling ; 
 
 2 Thoti brightness of thy Father's rays, 
 The hope and end of ali our ways ; 
 With gracious eais the pray'rs attend, 
 Which round the world to thee ascend. 
 
 3 Remember, Lord, that heretofore, 
 When thee thy Virgin Mother bore, 
 Thou, from her womb, did breathe our air 
 And human nature for us wear. 
 
 4 To thee, this present solemn day, 
 We yearly adorations pay ; 
 
 The world's Redeemer thee we own, 
 Descending from thy Father's throne, 
 
 5 The joyful heavens, earth and main, 
 With whatsoever they Contain, 
 
 In new harmonious accents sing, 
 
 New life restor'd by th' new-born Kingi 
 
 6 And we presume too, who have been 
 Cleans'd by thy sacred blood from sip, 
 The tribute of an hymn to pay, 
 
 In honour of this jovful (.lay. 
 
 7 Jesus, to thee, the Virgin's Son, 
 Re everlasting homage done : 
 To God the rath :i we repeat 
 The same, and to the Paraclete. 
 
( 40 ) 
 Holy Innocents* 
 
 HfMN. 
 
 Sahete, fiorts Martyrum, Arc. 
 
 X JL A FT., Martvrs ! blossoms early blown,, 
 Just op'ning to the rising sun, 
 When Herod, like a storm, arose 
 And nipt each little blooming rose. 
 
 Young, tender flock, you, first of all, 
 For Christ a grateful victim fall ; 
 With palms and wreaths you sport and play, 
 And at his feet your garlands lay. 
 
 To Jesus, from a Virgin sprung 
 Be jjlory giv'n, and praises sui g ; 
 The same to God the Father be, 
 And Holy Ghost, eternally. 
 
 Epphuny or Twelfth Day. 
 
 O sola wagnarum urbium, fyc. 
 
 1 JL^ET other cities strive, which most 
 Can of their strength or heroes boast ; 
 Bethleh'm alone is chos'n to be 
 
 The seat of heav'u-bom Majesty. 
 
 2 Led bv the star, the sages ran 
 
 To own their King both God and Man ; 
 And with their incense, myrrh and goid, 
 The myst'ties of their vows unfold. 
 
 3 To God the censer's smoke ascends ; 
 The gold the sov' reign King attends : 
 
( 41 ) 
 
 In myrrh the bitter type we see, 
 Of suff'ring and mortality. 
 
 4 To Christ, who did the Gentiles call, 
 Be endless glory giv'n by all ; 
 To God the Father we repeat 
 The same, and to the Paraclete, 
 
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 Lent. 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS, 
 
 .UDI benigne Conditor 
 Nostras preces cum fletibus, 
 In hoc sacro jejunio. 
 Fusas quadragenario. 
 
 2 Scrutator alme cordium 5 
 Infirma tu scis virium ; 
 Ad te reversis exhibe 
 Remissionis gratiam, 
 
 3 Multum quidem peccavimus, 
 Sed parce confitentibus : 
 
 Ad nominis laudem tui 
 Confer medelam languidis. 
 
 4 Concede nostrum conteri 
 Corpus per abstinentiam ; 
 Cnlpse ut relinquant pabulum, 
 Jejuna corda criminum. 
 
 5 Prsesta beata Trinitas, 
 Concede simplex unitas ; 
 Ut fructuosa sint tuis, 
 Jejuniorum munera. 
 
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 ( 42 ) 
 
 The same, in English, 
 
 BOUNTIFUL Creator ! hear 
 The prayers which with an humble fear, 
 Before thy throne, this sacred Lent, 
 We pour from hearts with sorrow rent. 
 
 2 Almighty searcher of our hearts ! 
 
 Thou know'st the weakness of our .parts ; 
 We to thy tender mercies fly ; 'f$Hfa 
 Ah ! do thy healing grace apply. 
 
 3 Alas ! our sins are numberless ; 
 But we our guilt with grief confess ; 
 Lord, for the glory of thy name, 
 From death our sinful souls reclaim. 
 
 4 Whilst we by fast our flesh restrain, 
 Permit us not to sin again : 
 
 O may our hearts from vices free, 
 For ever live and burn for thee ! 
 
 5 Grant, O most holy Trinity ! 
 O undivided unity ; 
 
 The labour of this solemn fast, 
 May lead us to eternal rest. 
 
 In Passion Time. 
 
 THE PLAINT OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
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 TAB AT mater dolorofa, 
 Juxta crucem lacrymosa, 
 
 Dum pendebat Alius, 
 Cujus animam gementem, 
 Contristatam et dolentem, 
 Pertransivit gladius. 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 2 O quam tristis et afHicta, 
 Fuit ilia benedicta 
 
 Mater unigeniti. 
 Quae moerebat et dolebat, 
 Et tremebat cum videbat 
 
 Nati pcenas inclvti. 
 
 3 Quis est homo qui non fleret, 
 Christi matrem si videret 
 
 In.tanto supplicio ? 
 Quis posset non contristari 
 Piam matrem contemplari 
 
 Dolentem cum filio ? 
 
 4 Pro peccatis suas gcntis 
 Vidit Jesum in tormentis, 
 
 Et flagellis subditum. 
 Vidit suum dulcem natum, 
 Morientem, desolatum, 
 
 Dum emisit spiritum, 
 
 5 Eia mater fons amoris 
 Me sentire vim doloris 
 
 Fac, ut tecum lugeam. 
 Fac ut ardeat cor meum, 
 In amando Christum Deum, 
 
 Ut ill i complaceam, 
 
 G Sancta mater istud agas, 
 Crucifixi fige plagas 
 
 Cordi meo valide, 
 Tui Nati vulnerati, 
 Tarn dignati pro me pati, 
 
 Pcenas mecum divide. 
 
 7 Fac me vere tecum flere, 
 Crucifixo condolere, 
 Donee ego vixero. 
 
( 44 ) 
 
 Juxta crucem tecum stare, 
 Te libenter sociare, 
 
 In planctu desidero. 
 
 8 Virgo virginum praeclara, 
 Mihi jam non sis amara, 
 
 Fac me tecum plangere. 
 Fac ut portem Christi mortem, 
 Passionis ejus sortem, 
 Et plagas recolere. 
 
 $ Fac me plagis vulnerari, 
 Cruce hac inebriari, 
 
 Ob amorem filii. 
 Inflammatus et accensus, 
 Per te virgo sim defensus, 
 
 In. die judicii. 
 
 10 Fac me cruce custodiri, 
 Morte Christi praemuniri, 
 
 Confoveri gratia. 
 Quando corpus monetur, 
 Fac ut animae donetur, 
 Paradisi gloria. 
 
 The same, in English, 
 
 1 \J NDER the world's redeeming wood 
 The most afflicted Mother stood, 
 Mingling her tears with her Son's blood. 
 
 2 As that stream'd down from ev'ry part, 
 Of all his wounds she felt the smart ; 
 What pierc'd his body, pierc'd her heart, 
 
 3 Who can with tearless eyes look on, 
 When such a Mother such a Son 
 Wounded and gasping, does bemoan ? 
 
( 45 ) 
 
 4 O ! worse than Jewish heart, that could 
 Unmoved see the double flood 
 
 Of Mary's tears and Jesus' blood ! 
 
 5 Alas ! our sins, they were not his, 
 In this atoning sacrifice, 
 
 For which he bleeds, for which he dies. 
 
 6 When graves did open, rocks were rent : 
 When nature and each element 
 
 His torments and his grief resent ; 
 
 7 Shall man, the cause of all his pain. 
 And all his grief ; shall sinful man 
 Only insensible remain ? 
 
 3 Ah ! pious Mother, teach my heart, 
 Of sighs and tears the holy art, 
 And in thy grief to bear a part. 
 
 9 That sword of grief, that did pass through 
 Thy very soul, O may it now 
 One kind wound on my heart bestow ! 
 
 10 Great Queen of sorrows, in thy train 
 Let me a mourner's place obtain, 
 With tears to cleanse all sinful stain. 
 
 1 1 Refuge of sinners, grant that we 
 May tread thy steps ; and let it be 
 Our sorrow, not to grieve like thee. 
 
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 12 O may the wounds of thy dear Son 
 Our contrite hearts possess alone, 
 And all terrene affections drown. 
 
 13 And on us such impression make. 
 That we of sufFrinsr, for his sake a 
 May joyfully our portion take { 
 
 E 2 
 
( 46 ) 
 
 14 Let us his proper badge put or:, 
 Let's ^lory in the cross alone, 
 
 By which he marks us for his own. 
 
 1 5 That when the dreadful day shall come, 
 For ev'ry man to hear his doom, 
 
 On his right hand we may fiad room. 
 
 lb Pray for us, Mary : Jesus, hear 
 
 Our humble prayers ; secure our fear, 
 When thou in judgment shalt appear. 
 
 1 7 Now give us sorrow, give us love, 
 That, so prepar'd, we may remove, 
 When call'd, to the blest seats aboye. 
 
 In Passion Time, i. e. the two last weeks 
 of Lent, 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS, WHICH IS SUNG ALSO ON THE FESTIVALS 
 
 OF THE HOLY CROSS. 
 
 1 V EXILLA regis prodeunt, 
 Fulget crucis mysterium, 
 Quo vita mortem pertulit, 
 
 Et morte vitam protulit, 
 
 2 Quae vuinerata lanceae 
 Mucrone diro, criminum 
 Ut nos lavaret sordibus, 
 Manavit unda et sanguine, 
 
 3 Impleta sunt quae concinit 
 David fideli carmine, 
 Dicendo nationibus .• 
 Regnavit a ligno Deus. 
 
( 47 ) 
 
 4 Arbor decora et fulgida 
 Ornata regis purpura, 
 
 Electa digno stipite, , 
 
 Tarn sancta membra tangere. 
 
 5 Beata, cujus brachiis 
 Pretium pependit saaculi, 
 Statera facta corporis, 
 Tulitque praedam tartari. 
 
 6 O Crux, ave, spes unica : 
 Hoc Passionis tempore, 
 
 (Instead of this last line, on the finding of the cross, 
 is said, 
 Paschale quae fers gaudium. 
 
 On the exaltation of the cross, is $aid 9 
 In hac triumphi gloria,) 
 
 Pi is adauge gratiam, 
 Reisque dele crimina. 
 
 - 7 Te, foris salutis Trinitas, 
 Collaudet omnis Spiritus ; 
 Quibus crucis victoriam 
 Largiris, adde prsemium. 
 
 xB 
 
 The same, in English , 
 
 EHOLD the royal ensigns fly, 
 Bearing the Cross's mystery ; 
 Where iife itself did death endure, 
 And by that death did life procure. 
 
 2 A cruel spear let out a flood 
 
 Of water mix'd with saving blood, 
 Which, gushing from the Saviour's side, 
 Drown'd our offences in the tide. 
 
( 48 ) 
 
 3 The mystery we now unfold, 
 Which David's faithful verse foretold, 
 Of our Lord's kingdom* whilst we see 
 God ruling nations from a tree. 
 
 4 O lovely tree, whose branches wore 
 The royal purple of his gore ! 
 How glorious does thy body shine, 
 Supporting members so divine ! 
 
 5 The world's blest balance thou art made ; 
 On thee our ransom Christ is weigh 'd ; 
 Our sins, though great, his pains outweigh, 
 And rescue hell's expected prey. 
 
 6 Hail, holy Cross ! Hail, mournful tree ! 
 Our hope with Christ is nail'd on thee ; 
 Grant to the just increase of grace, 
 And ev'ry sinner's crimes efface. 
 
 7 Blest Trinity, we praises sing 
 
 To thee, from whom all graces spring ; 
 Celestial crowns on those bestow, 
 Who conquer by the Cross below. 
 
 B 
 
 Another Translation. 
 
 EHOLD, O man, behold the glorious wood, 
 Dy'd with thy great Redeemer's sacred blood ; 
 Whereon for thee thy God was crucified ; 
 Whereon for thee he hung, he bled, he died, 
 
 2 There, of life-giving blood, a saving tide 
 
 Flows streaming from my Saviour's wounded side ; 
 There tender mercy's spelling billows roll ; 
 There heav'nly grace revives my dying soul. 
 
 3 O faithful Prophet ! what thy verse foretold, 
 Unfolded now our wond'ring eyes behold ; 
 
( 49 ) 
 
 The glorious kingdom of our Lord we see, 
 And Jesus rules the nations from a tree. 
 
 4 O beauteous tree ! whose shining branches wore 
 The royal purple of his precious gore ; 
 
 O tree of life, how sweet thy fruits must be I 
 Since members so divine are stretch'd on thee. 
 
 5 Thrice happy tree I whose lofty arms have weigh'd 
 The mighty Saviour, who our ransom paid ; 
 
 By thee, he triumph'd o'er our hellish foes ; 
 By thee, he put an end to all our woes. 
 
 6 Hail, glorious Cross ! whom Jesus' sweet embrace 
 Hath made our hope and source of all our grace ; 
 Whilst we remember here his dying love, 
 
 Bring to us peace and pardon from above. 
 
 7 Most holy Trinity, our God, our King, 
 Let all the heav'nly hosts thy praises sing. 
 
 O Jesus save our souls, thy dear-earn 'd prize, 
 And lead us through thy Cross to endless joys. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 PANGE, LINGUA, &C. 
 
 1 kJlNG, O my tongue, devoutly sing 
 The glorious laurels of our King ; 
 Sing the triumphant victory 
 
 Gain'd on the Cross erected high, 
 Where man's Redeemer yields his breath, 
 And dying, conquers hell and death. 
 
 2 With pity our Creator saw 
 
 His noblest work transgress his law, 
 When our first parents rashly ate 
 The fatal tree's forbidden meat a 
 
( 50 ) 
 
 He then resolv'd the Cross's wood 
 Should make that tree's sad damage good. 
 
 3 By this wise method God designM 
 From sin and death to save mankind : 
 Superior art with love combines, 
 And arts of Satan countermines ; 
 And where the traitor gave the wound, 
 There healing remedies are found. 
 
 4 When the full time, decreed above, 
 Was come, to show this work of love ; 
 Th' eternal Father sends his Son, 
 The world's Creator, from his throne, 
 Who, on our earth, (this vale of tears,) 
 Cloth'd with a virgin's flesh appears. 
 
 5 Thus God, man made, an infant lies, 
 And in the manger weeping cries ; 
 Kis sacred limbs, by Mary bound, 
 The poorest tatter'd rags surround : 
 And God's incarnate feet and hands 
 Are closely bound with swathing-bands. 
 
 6 He thirty-three years freely spent 
 In this our mortal banishment ; 
 And then his gen'rous love decreed 
 For the lost sons of men to bleed, 
 And, on the cross a victim laid, 
 The Son of God our ransom paid. 
 
 7 Gall was his drink ; his flesh they tear 
 With thorns and nails : a cruel spear 
 Pierces his side, from whence a flood 
 Streams forth, of water nr.x'd with blood ; 
 And in this flood are wash'd again, 
 
 The sinful earth, the stars, the main. 
 
( 61 ) 
 
 8 O faithful Cross ! O noblest tree ! 
 
 In aH ouj woods there's none like thee : 
 No earthly proves, no shady bow'rs, 
 Produce such leaves, such fruit, such flow'rs 
 Sweet are the nails, and sweet the wood, 
 That bears a weight so sweet, so good. 
 
 9 Bend, tow'rlng tree, thy branches bend, 
 Thy native stubbornness suspend ; 
 
 Let not stiff nature use its force ; 
 To weaker sap have now recourse ; 
 With softer arms receive thy load, 
 And gently bear our dying God. 
 
 10 On thee was slain the Lamb of God ; 
 On thee was pour'd his sacred blood : 
 Thou art the ark to which we fly 
 From raging storms and misery ; 
 Thou art the harbour of true bliss, 
 
 Where shipwreck'd men find rest and peace. 
 
 1 1 All glory to the sacred Three, 
 One undivided Deity ; 
 
 To Father, Holy Ghost, and Son, 
 Be equal praise and homage done ; 
 Let the whole universe proclaim 
 Of One and Three the glorious name. 
 
 Psalm us L. 
 
 JVlrSERERE mei, De- 
 us,* secundum magnam 
 misericordiam tuam. 
 
 Et secundum multitudi- 
 nem miserationum tua- 
 rum, * dele iniqmtatem 
 meam. 
 
 Psalm 50. 
 
 H 
 
 AVE mercy on me 
 O God,* according to thy 
 great mercy. 
 
 And according to the 
 multitude of thy tender 
 mercies, * blot out my 
 iniquity. 
 
J 52 ) 
 
 Amplius lava me ab 
 iniquitute meu, * et a pec- 
 cato m^o munda me ; 
 
 Quoniam iniquitatem 
 meam ego cognoseo, * et 
 peccatum meum contra me 
 est semper. 
 
 Tibi soli peccavi, et ma- 
 lum coram te feci ; * ut 
 j ustificeris in sermon ibus 
 tuis, et vincas cum judica- 
 ris. 
 
 Ecce enim in iniquita- 
 tibus conceptus sum,* et 
 in peccatis concepit me 
 mater mea. 
 
 Ecce enim veritatem di- 
 lexisti ;* incerta et occulta 
 sapientae tuae manifestasti 
 mihi. 
 
 Asperges me hyssopo et 
 mundabor ; * lavabis me, 
 et super nivem dealbabor. 
 
 Auditui meo dabis gau- 
 dium et laetitiam ;* et ex- 
 ultabunt ossa humiliata. 
 
 Averte faciem tuam a 
 peccatis meis, * et omnes 
 iniquitates meas dele. 
 
 Wash me yet more 
 from my iniquity, * and 
 cleanse me from my sin ; 
 
 Because I know my 
 iniquity, * and my sin is 
 always before me. 
 
 To thee only have I sin- 
 ned, and have done evil 
 before thee ; * that thou 
 may est be justified in thy 
 words, and mayest over- 
 come when thou art judged. 
 
 For behold, I was con- 
 ceived in iniquities, * and 
 in sins did my mother con- 
 ceive me. 
 
 For behold, thou hast 
 loved truth ;* the uncertain 
 and hidden things of thy 
 wisdom thou hast made 
 manifest to me. 
 
 Thou shalt sprinkle me 
 with hyssop, and I shall 
 be cleansed ;* thou shalt 
 wash me, and I shall be 
 made whiter than snow. 
 
 To my hearing thou 
 shalt give joy and glad- 
 ness ;* and the bones that 
 have been humbled shall 
 rejoice. 
 
 Turn away thy face 
 from my sins,* and blot 
 out my iniquities. 
 
( 53 ) 
 
 Cor mundum crea in 
 me, Deus ; * et spiritum 
 rectum innova in visceribus 
 meis. 
 
 Ne projicias me a facie 
 tua ;* et Spiritum Sanctum 
 tuum ne auferas a me. 
 
 Redde mihi laetitiam sa- 
 lutaris tui ; * et spiritu 
 pnncipali connrma me, 
 
 Docebo iniquos vias tu- 
 as ;* et impii ad te con- 
 vertentur. 
 
 Libera me de sanguini- 
 bus, Deus, Deus salutis 
 rneae ;* et exultabit lingua 
 ir.ea justitiam tuam, 
 
 Domine, labia mea ape- 
 ries ;* et os meum an nun- 
 tiabit laudem tuam 
 
 Quoniam si voluisses, 
 sacrificium dedissem uti- 
 que ;* holocaustis non de- 
 lectaberis. 
 
 Sacrificium Deo spiritus 
 contribulatus 
 
 Create a clean heart in 
 me, O God,* and renew a 
 right spirit within my bow- 
 els. 
 
 Cast me not away from 
 thy face,* and take not thy 
 Holy Spirit from me. 
 
 Restore unto me the joy 
 of thy salvation, * and 
 strengthen me with a per- 
 fect spirit. 
 
 I will teach the unjust 
 thy ways ;* and the wick- 
 ed shall be converted to 
 thee. 
 
 Deliver me from blood, 
 O God, thou God of my 
 salvation,* and my tongue 
 shall extol thy justice. 
 
 O Lord, thou wilt open 
 my lips,* and my mouth 
 shall declare thy praise. 
 
 For if thou hadst desired 
 sacrifice, I would indeed 
 have given it ;* with burnt 
 offerings thou wilt not be 
 delighted. 
 
 A sacrifice to God is aa 
 
 cor con- afflicted spirit ;* a contrite 
 
 tritum et hurmliatum, De- 
 us, non despicies. 
 
 Benigne fac, Domine, 
 in bona voluntatetua Sion,* 
 ut aedificentur muri Jeru- 
 salem. 
 
 Aid humble heart, OGod, 
 thou wilt not despise. 
 
 Deal favourably, O 
 Lord, in thy goodness, 
 with Sion,* that the walls 
 of Jerusalem may be built 
 up. 
 
( 54 ) 
 
 Tunc acceptabis sacrifi- Then shalt thou accept 
 
 cium jwstitiae, oblationes et the sacrifice of justice, ob- 
 
 holocausta ;* tunc impo- lations, and whole burnt- 
 
 uent super altare tuum vi- offerings ;* then shall they 
 
 tulos. lay calves upon thy altars. 
 
 Easter. 
 
 O 
 
 Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 
 
 o 
 
 FILII et Filise, 
 Rex ccelestis, Rex gloriae, 
 Morte surrexit hodie, Alleluia ; 
 Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 
 
 Et mane prima sabbati, 
 Ad ostium Monumenti, 
 Accesserunt Discipuli. Alleluia, &c. 
 
 3 Et Maria Magdalene, 
 Et Jacobi & Salome, 
 
 Venerunt Corpus ungere. Alleluia, &c. 
 
 4 In albis sedens Angelus 
 Praedixit Mulieribus : 
 
 In Galilaea est Dominus. Alleluia, &c. 
 
 5 Et Joannes apostolus, 
 Cucurrit Petro citius, 
 
 Monumento venit prius. Alleluia, &c. 
 
 6 Discipulis astantibus, 
 In medio stetit Christus, 
 
 Dicens, Pax vobis omnibus. Alleluia, &c. 
 
 7 Ut intellexit Didymus, 
 Quia surrexerat Jesus, 
 
 Remansit fere dubius. Alleluia, &c. 
 
( 55 ) 
 
 & Vide, Thoma, vide Latus, 
 Vide Pedes, vide Manus ; 
 Noli esse incredulus. Alleluia, &c, 
 
 9 Quando Thomas vidit Christum, 
 Pedes, manus, lams suum, 
 Dixit, Tu es Deus meus. Alleluia, &c. 
 
 10 Beati qui non viderunt, 
 Et firmiter crediderunt, 
 
 Vitam aeternam habebunt. Alleluia, &c, 
 
 11 In hoc Festo sanctissimo. 
 Sit Laus & Jubilatio, 
 Benedicamus Domino. Alleluia, &rc. 
 
 12 Ex quibus nos humillimas, 
 Devotas atque debitas, 
 Deo dicamus gratias. Alleluia, j 
 
 AiUltti«, ALleluia^ Alleluia. 
 
 iY« 
 
 The same in English. 
 Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, 
 
 OUNG men and maids rejoice and sing ; 
 The King of heaven, the glorious King, 
 This day from death rose triumphing. Alleluia. 
 (Repeat Alleluia three times, and so after every stanza. J 
 
 2 On Sunday morn, by break of day, 
 His dear disciples haste away 
 
 Unto the tomb wherein he lay. Alleluia. 
 
 3 And Magdalen, in company 
 With Mary of James, and Salome, 
 
 T' embalm the corpse, came zealously. Alleluia. 
 
f ^ ) 
 
 4 An angel cloth M in white tbcy see, 
 When thither come ; and thus spoke be, 
 The Lord you'll meet in Galilee. Alleluia, 
 
 5 The dear belov'd apostle John 
 Much swifter than Saint Peter run, 
 And first arrived at the tomb. Alleluia. 
 
 6 While in a room th' apostles were, 
 Our Lord among them did appear, 
 
 And said, Peace be unto all here. Alleluia. 
 
 7 To Didymus, when all declar'd, 
 
 That Christ had ris'n, and had appear'd, 
 
 He doubted still the truth he hear'd. Alleluia. 
 
 3 O Thomas, view my hands, my side, 
 My feet ; my wounds stiil fresh abide ; 
 Set incredulity aside. Alleluia* 
 
 J Whi»n Thomas his dear Saviour saw, 
 
 And touch'd his wounds with trembling awe, 
 Thou art my God, said he, I know. Alleluia, 
 
 10 Blessed are they who have not seen, 
 And yet who firm in faith have been ; 
 
 With me they shall forever reign. Jllleluia* 
 
 1 1 In this most solemn feast, let's raise 
 Our hearts to God in h\ runs of praise, 
 
 And let us blesi the Lord always. Alleluia, 
 
 12 Our grateful thanks to God let's give, 
 In humble manner, while we live, 
 
 For all the favours we receive. Alleluia* 
 Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 
 
( 57 ) 
 
 Another Hijmn. 
 
 THE HAPP* FRUITS OF CHRIST'S RESURRECTION'. 
 
 1 A. O day he's risen, death no more 
 
 Can bind him to the grave ; 
 No more can hell, or sin's fell pow'r 
 
 O'er him dominion have. 
 He, iiken'd to our sinful form, 
 
 Once doom'd himself to die, 
 That he, by death, might death o'ercome, 
 
 Its deadly sting destroy. 
 
 Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.— Amen. 
 
 2 O death ! where's now thy mortal sting ? 
 
 Where's now thy victory ? 
 To day his glorious praise we sing, 
 
 Who triumph 'd over thee. 
 Nor triumph 'd for himself alone ; 
 
 But, by his mighty pow'r, 
 Taught us to triumph in our turn, 
 
 Nor dread thy terrors more. 
 
 3 For lo ! the dread of death is sin, 
 
 And never ending woe ; 
 From thence it is our terrors spring, 
 
 From thence our evils flow. 
 But now from sin and hell set free. 
 
 No longer death we'll fear ; 
 But longing for eternity, 
 
 Rejoice when it draws near. Alleluia, kc 
 
 4 I know that my Redeemer lives, 
 
 And reigns above the skies ; 
 He will revive my dusr again, 
 
 And bid my body rise. 
 Thta cloth'd in my own glorious fleshy 
 
 I shall behold his ice ! 
 
 E 2 
 
( ^3 ) 
 
 That sweet hope in my besom glows, 
 And cheers my ling'ring days. 
 
 5 Ye angels now who watch around, 
 
 The Conqueror's heav'nly throne; 
 Aid us to muke the skies resound, 
 
 The victory for us won. 
 Aid us to sing his worthy praise, 
 
 With one united heart ; 
 Aid us to walk in all his ways, 
 
 'Till we from life depart. 
 
 Another Hymn. 
 
 I SONG OF PRAISE TO CHRIST RISEN FROM THE DEAD. 
 
 s 
 
 ION rejoice ! — let joyful songs. 
 
 Replace thy doleful lays ; 
 Ye angels lend your heav'nJy tongues, 
 
 To sing our Saviour's praise. 
 Lo ! from the grave, in bright array, 
 
 Comes forth our glorious king ; 
 O death, where is thy victory ? 
 
 O death, where is thy sting ? 
 
 2 Now death has lost his cruel sway, 
 
 Since our Emmanuel rose ; 
 He took the Tyrant's sting away, 
 
 And spoil'dour hellish foes. 
 Hosanna to the Prince of light, 
 
 Who cloth 'd himself in clay, 
 Enter'd the frightful ga^es of night, 
 
 And tore the bars away. 
 
 3 Great Lord, to thine almighty name. 
 
 These sacred hours we pay ; 
 Lou I Alleluias shall proclaim, 
 The triumph of the day. 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 Raise then your voices, mortal tongues, 
 To reach his bless' d abode ; 
 
 Sweet be the accents of your songs, 
 To our triumphing God. 
 
 4 Bright angels strike your loudest strings, 
 
 Your sweetest voices raise ; 
 Let heaven, and all created things 
 
 Sound our Emmanuel's praise. 
 Salvation and immortal fame, 
 
 To our victorious king. 
 O ! let the whole creation's frame," 
 
 With Alleluias ring. 
 
 For Easter Time. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Ad regias Agni dopes, $rc 
 
 1 X HE Red Sea's dangers now are past ^ 
 Clad in white robes, come, let us taste 
 The Lamb's most royal feast, and sing 
 
 A hymn of praise to Christ our King. 
 
 2 The victim in this mystic feast 
 
 Is Christ himself ; his love, the priest ; 
 Love tore his flesh, love spilt his blood ; 
 Love gives us both to be our food. 
 
 3 The posts, thus mark'd with sacred gore, 
 The wasting angel passes o'er ; 
 
 The yielding sea divides its waves ; 
 Egyptians float in liquid graves. 
 
 4 Our paschal feast and sacrifice, 
 
 Is Christ the Lamb, who for us dies ; 
 Christ is the pure unleaven'd bread, 
 By which the purest minds are fed* 
 
(.60 ) 
 
 5 O true celestial sacrifice ! 
 
 By thee, hell's power vanquish 1 d lies ; 
 Relentless death unlocks his chaius, 
 And life eternal, man regains ! 
 
 6 The tyrant prince of hellish might 
 Thus conquerM, and th 1 infernal fight 
 Thus won, victorious Christ displays 
 His trophies, and to heav'n conveys. 
 
 7 That we forever may possess 
 This joyful paschal happiness, 
 From death of sin, O Jesus i\te 
 Those that are born again of thee. 
 
 S To God the Father, and the Son 
 Who rose from death, be homage done 
 This praise forever let's repeat 
 To G od the Ho!y Paraclete. 
 
 Ascension. 
 
 O 
 
 Chrises Ascension and Triumph. 
 
 UR Lord is risen from the dead ; 
 Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
 The pow'rs of hel! are captive led, 
 Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 
 
 % There his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chaunt the solemn lay ; 
 Lift up your heads ye heav'nly gates, 
 Ye everlasting doois give way, 
 
 3 Loo?e your bars of massy light, 
 
 And wide unfold th 1 ethenai scene ; 
 
( 61 ) 
 
 He claims these mansions as his right ; 
 Receive the king of glory in 
 
 4 Who is the king of glory ?— who ?-— 
 
 The Lord that all his foes o'ercame; 
 
 The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew^ 
 
 And Jesus is the conqueror's name, 
 
 5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, &c. 
 
 6 Loose your bars of massy light, &c. 
 
 7 Who is the king of glory } — who ? — 
 
 The Lord of glorious pow'r possess'd ; 
 The king of saints, and angels too ; 
 God over all, forever blest. 
 
 J 
 
 Hymn at Vespers. 
 
 SALUTIS HUMAN* SATOR, Sit. 
 
 ESUS, the Saviour of mankind, 
 Delight of ev'ry pious mind ; 
 Restorer of man's fa:ien race, 
 And purest source of light and grace ! 
 
 2 O boundless love ! O matchless grace ! 
 Thou, guiltless, tak'st the guilty 's place ; 
 And, to make wretched sinners live, 
 
 Thou, spotless Lamb ! thy life would'st give ; 
 
 3 Th' infernal gates are forc'd by thee, 
 Hell's captives from their chains get free ; 
 And thou, with this triumphant train, 
 Ascend 'st on God's right hand to reign, 
 
 4 Let now kind mercy plead our cause ; 
 Heal thou our wounds, repair our less ; 
 
( 62 ) 
 
 And call us to enjoy thy sight, 
 In realms of everlasting light. 
 
 5 O Jesus, whilst on earth we stay, 
 Guide thou our footsteps in thy way ; 
 And soothe our sorrows with thy love, 
 Until we reign with thee above. 
 
 6 To Jesus, who ascends the sky, 
 Be glory for eternity. 
 
 To God the Father let's repeat 
 The same, and to the Paraclete. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 C 
 
 CHRIST'S ASCENSION AND GLORT. 
 
 OME, all devout harmonious tongues, 
 Your noblest music bring ; 
 'Tis Christ, the everlasting God, 
 And Christ, the man, we sing. 
 
 2 He, from the Father's bosom sprung, 
 
 Came down to save our race ; 
 He now returns, in triumph borne, 
 Back to his native place. 
 
 3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, 
 
 And to his Father flies ; 
 With scars of honour in his flesh, 
 And triumph in his eyes. 
 
 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, 
 
 And scatters blessings down ; 
 With him th' Almighty Father shares 
 The glory of his throne. 
 
 . 
 
 5 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, 
 
 Up to the throne of grace ; 
 
( 63 j 
 
 See what immortal beauties shine, 
 Around your Saviour's face, 
 
 6 Come let us join our cheerful songs, 
 
 With angels round the throne : 
 Ten thousand, thousand are their tongues, 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 7 Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 
 
 And for us sinners dy'd ; 
 Worthy to rise, and live, and reign, . 
 On God the Father's side. 
 
 8 O Father ! look on thy dear Son, 
 
 Behold those scars of love ; 
 They call for mercy ; let those wounds 
 Thy heart to pity move. 
 
 9 Live, glorious Lord ! and reign on high ; 
 
 Let ev'ry nation sing, 
 And angels praise with endless joy, 
 Our Saviour and our King:. 
 
 \ 
 
 o 
 
 Whitsunday, or Pentecost. 
 
 Btata nobis gaudia, Sfc, * 
 
 A HE fleeting year pursues its way., 
 And now brings back the joyful day 
 Whereon the Holy Ghost possess' d, 
 And rejgn'd in each apostle's breast. 
 
 The sudden flames, like tongues of fire, 
 Their hearts and speech at once inspire ; 
 To kindle love, and to dispense 
 The gift of heav'nly eloquence. 
 
( 64 ) 
 
 S They, fillM with God, in transports bless, 
 With various tongues an d languages, 
 The God that taught those wond'rous ways, 
 To preach his words and speak his praise. 
 
 4 They speak, and mingling nations throng, 
 Amaz'd to hear their native tongue ; 
 Whilst some revile the gift divine, 
 
 And call it an excess of wine. 
 
 5 But Peter checks their impious spite, 
 And brings the sacred truth to light, 
 
 A truth, which, though from them conceal* d 9 
 The prophets taught, and God reveal'd. 
 
 6 Now, gracious God, with bended knee, £j , 
 Thy Spirit's gift we ask of thee ; 
 
 Make all the seven-fold fountains flow. 
 And shed their grace on us below. 
 
 7 Long since thy grace thou didst impart, 
 To reign in each disciple's heart ; 
 With the same grace our crimes release, 
 And grant us everlasting peace. 
 
 8 Most gracious may the Father reign, 
 And so the Son who rose again ; 
 Together with the Paraclete, 
 Through years and ages infinite. 
 
 Vi 
 
 Hymn at Vespers. 
 
 ENF, Creator Spiritus, 
 Mentes tuorum visita, 
 Imple superna gratia, 
 Quae tu creasti, pectora. 
 
 2 Qui diceris Paracletus ; 
 Altissimi Donum Dei, 
 
( 63 ) 
 
 Fons vivus, ignis, charitas, 
 Et spintalis unctio. 
 
 3 Tu septiformis munere, 
 Digitus Paternae dexterae 
 Tu rite promissum Patris, 
 Sermone ditans guttura. 
 
 4 Accende lumen sensibs ; 
 Infunde amorem cordibus : 
 Infirma nostri corporis 
 Virtute firmans perpeti. 
 
 5 Hostem repellas longius, 
 Pacemque dones protinus : 
 Ductore sic te praevio 
 Vitemus ornne noxium, 
 
 6 Per te sciamus da Patrem 
 Noscamus atque Filium ; 
 Teque utriusque spiritum 
 Credamus omni tempore. 
 
 7 Deo Patri sit gloria 
 Et Filio, qui a moi'tuis 
 Surrexit, ac Paracleto 
 In saeculorum saecula. 
 
 The sa?ne f in English, 
 
 1 OPIRIT, Creator of mankind, 
 Come, visit ev'ry pious mind, 
 And sweetly let thy grace invade 
 
 Our hearts, O Lord, which thou hast made, 
 
 2 Thou art the Comforter, whom all, 
 Gift of the highest God, must call ; 
 
( 66 ) 
 
 The living fountain, fire and love ; 
 The ghostly unction from above ; 
 
 3 God's sacred finger, which imparts 
 A sev'n-fold grace to faithful hearts ; 
 Thou art the Father's promise, whence 
 We language have, and eloquence. 
 
 4 Enlighten, Lord, our souls, and grant 
 That we thy love may never want ; 
 Let not our virtue ever fail, 
 
 But strengthen what in flesh is frail. 
 
 5 Chase from our minds th' infernal foe, 
 And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; 
 And lest our feet should step astray, 
 Protect and guide us in the way. 
 
 6 Make us eternal truths receive, 
 And practise all that we believe : 
 Give us thyself, that we may see 
 The Father and the Son in thee. 
 
 7 Immortal honour, endless fame, 
 Attend th' Almighty Father's name : 
 To the Son equal praises be, 
 
 And, holy Paraclete, to thee. 
 
 S: 
 
 Another Hymn. 
 
 EE the Paraclete descending, 
 
 Burning with celestial fire ; 
 Grace and truth on him attending, 
 
 Men with heav'nly love inspire. 
 Let us Alleluias singing 
 
 Offer him our grateful lays ; 
 He all heav'nly giaces bringing, 
 
 Merits everlasting praise.— Alleluia, Amen. 
 
( C7 ) 
 
 2 Men in ev'ry danger fearing, 
 
 Now the greatest dangers scorn ; 
 Midst of torments persevering, 
 
 Shew themselves in Christ new-born. 
 Let us Alleluias, &c, — Alleluia, Amen. 
 
 3 Fishermen by thee instructed, 
 
 Jesus to the world proclaim ; 
 Infants by thy grace conducted, 
 Rather die than slight his name. 
 
 Let us Alleluias, &c. — Alleluia, Amen. 
 
 4 Idol's fall, the Devil ceasing 
 
 O'er the world to be ador'd ; 
 Faith and love by thee increasing, 
 All confess thee sovere'gn Lord. 
 
 Let us Alleluias, &c— Alleluia, Amen, 
 
 5 Source of love, our hearts mflaming 
 
 With true zeal and virtue pure ; 
 Grant we may, in heaven reigning, 
 Sing thy praise for evermore/ 
 
 Let us Alleluias, &c— -Alleluia, Amen. 
 
 Another Hymn. 
 
 THE OPERATIONS OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 E- 
 
 iTERNAL Spirit we confess, 
 And sing the wonders of thy grace ; 
 Thy pow'r conveys our blessings down 
 From God the Father and the Son. 
 
 2 Enlighten'd by thy heav'nly ray, 
 Our shades and darkness turn to day ; 
 Thine inward teachings make us know, 
 Our danger and our refuge too. 
 
 3 Thy quick'ning powers work within 
 And break the chains of reigning: sin ; 
 
( 68 ) 
 
 They our imperious lusts subdue, 
 And form our wretched hearts anew. 
 
 The troubled conscience knows thy voice, 
 Thy cheering words aw;.ke our joys ; 
 Thy words allay the stormy wind, 
 And calm the surges of the mind. 
 
 Come, holy spirit, heav'nly dove ; 
 Kindle a sacred flame of love 
 In this my cold and sinful heart, 
 Nor e'er let hence thy grace depart. 
 
 Trinity Sunday. 
 
 A HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Jam sol receclit, Sfc. 
 
 JL HE fiery sun now rolls away ; 
 Blest Three and One, eternal day, 
 Thy beams of light and love impart 
 To ev'ry cold benighted heart. 
 
 In morning and in evening verse, 
 Thy glorious praises we rehearse : 
 May we, O God, the same express 
 Amidst thy saints in happiness. 
 
 To God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, three in one, 
 Be endless glory, as before 
 The world began, so evermore, 
 
 Another Hymn. 
 
 A SONG OF PRAISE TO THE BLESSED TRINITY. 
 
 ■ L 
 
 ET's give immortal praise 
 To God the Father's love ; 
 
( e.9 ) 
 
 For all our comforts here, 
 And better hopes above. 
 He seat his own 
 Eternal Son, 
 
 To die for sins, 
 That man had done. 
 
 2 To God the Son, belongs 
 
 Immortal glory too ; 
 Who sav'd us with his blood 
 From everlasting woe : 
 Now Jesus lives, 
 And glorious reigns, 
 And reaps the fruit 
 Of all his pains. 
 
 3 To God the spirit's name, 
 
 Immortal worship give, 
 Whose new-creating pow'r 
 Makes the dead sinner live. 
 His work completes 
 The great design, 
 
 And fills the soul 
 With joy divine. 
 
 4 Almighty God, to thee 
 
 Be endless honours done ; 
 The consub?tantial Three, 
 And undivided Ojse. 
 Where reason fails 
 With all her pow'rs ; 
 There faith prevails, 
 And love adores. 
 
( 70 ) 
 Hymn, 
 
 B 
 
 THE POWER AND MAJESTY OF GOD. 
 
 O 
 
 EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create and he destroy. 
 
 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
 
 And when like wand' ring sheep we stray'd, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 
 
 High as the heav'ns our voices raise ; 
 And eaith, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 Shall fill thy court with sounding praise. 
 
 4 Wide as the world is thy command ; 
 
 Vast as eternity thy love : 
 Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
 Corpus Christi. 
 
 HYMN- 
 
 Lauda Sion 9 Sfc. 
 
 B 
 
 REAK forth, O Sion ; thy sweet Saviour sing, 
 Thy heav'nly Guide, thy Pastor, and thy King ; 
 Exalt his name, and loudly sound his praise, 
 In tuneful organs, and in vocal lays. 
 
 Attempt the arduous theme, ascend as high 
 As soaring thought or wings of faith can fly ; 
 The wonder then above all praise confess, 
 Immensely greater than thou canst express, 
 
( n ) 
 
 3 Behold ! the living and life-giving bread, 
 With solemn pomp on holy altars spread, 
 Now fills our song, a subject all divine, 
 
 In which the wonders of th' Almighty shine : 
 
 4 The bread of life, which ev'ry faithful breast 
 Believes was broken at the royal feast, 
 When to the sacred college it was given, 
 Alike to Judas and the dear Eleven. 
 
 5 With heart inflamM, now raise thy tuneful voice 
 In nobler strains, and let thy soul rejoice ; 
 
 Let ev'ry thing within thee jointly move, 
 To bless the sweet invention of his love, 
 
 6 Let age to as;e record the solemn day, 
 And constant homage for the bounty pay ; 
 W T hen he first gave himself, in humble guise. 
 At once both Sacrament and Sacrifice, 
 
 7 Figures and types take wing and fly away, 
 As darkness does at the approach of day : 
 New heav'nly lights new mysteries unfold, 
 And the new Pascha terminates the old. 
 
 % What Christ then did, we celebrate the same, 
 In his own words, and in his sacred name ; 
 As he commanded, the dread mystery 
 Should be repeated to his memory. 
 
 9 And thus, by him who spoke and all was made 5 
 Divinely taught, we consecrate the bread 
 
 And wine into the soul's all-saving food, 
 His glorious body and atoning blood. 
 
 10 This sacred dogma we from him receive, 
 (Nor can the oracle of truth deceive) 
 
 That bread is changed (hence an outward sign) 
 Iato his .flesh, and into blood the wine. 
 
( 72 J 
 
 1 1 What reason reaches not, nor sense descries, 
 Faith's purer light abundantly supplies : 
 Above all nature we confess his sway, 
 
 Bow down our heads ; 'tis fit we should obey. 
 
 12 The narrow compass of two forms, mere signs, 
 Not real things, th' Incarnate Word defines, 
 Th' exhaustless source, and sweetest overflow 
 Of all good things that heaven can bestow. 
 
 13 His deify'd true flesh and precious blood, 
 Immortal and immortalizing food, 
 
 Is meat and dunk indeed, and wholly thine, 
 Under the sep'rate forms of bread and wine. 
 
 14 Impassible's the Victim we adore, 
 Unaltered by touch ; nor broke nor tore ; 
 But Jesus whole, in veiled majesty, 
 Each one receives • stupendous prodigy ! 
 
 I 5 Let thousands feed ; — be thou the only guest, 
 As much thou dost receive as all the rest ; 
 Unnumbered thousands eat, yet still they leave 
 The unconsumed whole they did receive. 
 
 1.6 Both good and bad to this blest banquet come ; 
 But how unlike how different their doom ! 
 For 'tis as we approach, as foes or friends, 
 Th' alternative of life or death depends. 
 
 17 The heav'nly bread, that sweet enliv'ning food, 
 Is to th' unworthy, death ; — lite to the good : 
 Then ponder we!! the different event 
 Of like receiving this dread Sacrament, 
 
 '£> 
 
 18 Whenever this blest Sacrament shall lie 
 In diff'rent parcels, broke before your eye, 
 Then waver not ; remember there remains "} 
 
 Under each fragment, what the whole contains, }» 
 The same sweet Jesus, who in glory reigns. j 
 

 f 73 ) 
 
 19 Lo ! then, O man ! involv'd in rapture, see 
 The bread of angels thus made food for tnee ; 
 Food to refresh the pilgrim on his way 
 
 To the blest regions of eternal day ; 
 
 A sweet viatic ; a divine repast ; 
 
 True children's bread, to dogs not to be cast. 
 
 20 Wrapt up in types, the Lamb long figur'd lay, 
 'Till circling years the shadows drove away. 
 
 In Isaac 'twas in living figure slain, 
 And in the Paschal Lamb :t bled again ; 
 The ancient fathers too, in manna ate, 
 In type, or figure, this life-giving meat, 
 
 21 Good Pastor, then, true Bread, sweet Jesus, show 
 Thy tend 'rest mercies to thy sheep below ; 
 
 Feed and defend us here, that we may see 
 1 Good things, with those who live and reign with thee 
 In heav'nly regions, ever there to spend, 
 In joys celestial, years that never end. 
 
 22 O thou all-good, all-potent, and all-wise ! 
 Who feed'st us here with thine own sacrifice, 
 Make us sit down with thee amongst the bless'd^ 
 At thine own table, in eternal rest ; 
 
 Where we with them, thy glory may adore^ 
 Companions and co-heirs, for evermore. 
 
 Hymn at Vespers, 
 
 1 jL ANGE lingua gloriosi 
 Corporis mysterium, 
 Sanguinisque pretiosi, 
 Quern in mundi pretium 
 Fructus ventris generosi 3 
 Rex effudit Gentium. 
 
( 74 ) 
 
 2 Nobis datus, nobis natus 
 Ex intacta Virgine, 
 
 Et in mundo conversatus, 
 Sparso verbi semine, 
 Sui moras incolatus 
 Miro clausit ordine. 
 
 3 In supremae nocte coenae 
 Recumbens cum fratribus, 
 Observata lege plene 
 Cibis in legalibus, 
 Cibum turbae duodenae 
 
 Se dat suis manibus. 
 
 4 Verbum caro, panem vcrum 
 Verbo carnem efficit : 
 Fitque sanguis Christi merum, 
 
 ' El si sensus deficit, 
 Ad nrmandum cor sincerum 
 Sola fides sufficit, 
 
 5 Tantum ergo Saoramentum 
 Veneremur cernui ; 
 
 Et antiquum documentum 
 Novo cedat ritui ; 
 Praestet fides supplementum 
 Sensuum defectui. 
 
 t> Genitori, Genitoque 
 Laus et jubilatio, 
 Salus, honor, virtus quoque 
 Sit et benedictio ; 
 Procedenti ab utroque 
 Compar sit laudatio. Amen. 
 
 The same in English. 
 
 1 k3lNG, O my tongue, adore and praise 
 The depth of God's mysterious ways ; 
 
( 75 ) 
 
 How Christ, the world's great King, bestow'd 
 His flesh, conceal'd in human food, 
 And left mankind the blood that paid 
 The ransom for the souls he made. 
 
 2 Giv'n from above, and born for man, 
 From Virgin's womb his life began ; 
 He liv'd on earth, and preach'd, to sow 
 The seeds of heav'nly truth below ; 
 Then seal'd his mission from above 
 With strange effects of pow'r and love. 
 
 3 'Twas on that ev'ning, when the last 
 And most mysterious supper past ; 
 When Christ with his disciples sat, 
 To close the law with legal meat ; 
 Then to the Twelve himself bestow'd, 
 With his own hands, to be their food. 
 
 4 The Word, made flesh for love of man, 
 His word turns bread to flesh again, 
 And wine to blood, unseen by sense, 
 By virtue of Omnipotence ; 
 
 And here the faithful rest secure, 
 Whilst God can vouch, and faith insure, 
 
 5 To this mysterious table now, 
 
 Our knees, our hearts and sense we bow ; 
 Let ancient rites resign their place 
 To nobler elements of grace, 
 And faith for all defects supply, 
 Whilst sense is lost hi mystery. 
 
 6 To God the Father, born of none, 
 To Christ, his co-eternal Son, 
 And Holy Ghost, whose equal rays 
 From both proceed, one equal praise, 
 One honour, jubilee, and fame, 
 Forever bless his glorious name. 
 
( re ) 
 
 I 
 
 Other Hymns, which as well as the preceding ones, may 
 be sung at the Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. 
 
 V 
 
 Hym 
 
 innn, 
 
 ANTS angelicus fit panis hominum, 
 Dat panis coebcus figuris terminum. 
 O res mirabilis ! manducat Dominum 
 Pauper, servus et humilis. 
 
 2 Te, Trina Deitas Unaque, poscimus, 
 Sic dos tu visita, sicut te colimus ; 
 Per tuas semitas due nos quo tendimus, 
 Ad lucera quam inhabitas. 
 
 The same in English. 
 
 1 JL HE bread of angels, bread of men is made ; 
 The truth and substance now excludes the shade. 
 
 strange effect of love ! the sov' reign God 
 Becomes the poor's, the slave's, the sinner's food ! 
 
 2 O Three and One, we humbly thee implore 
 To manifest thyself, as we adore ; 
 
 By thy own ways instruct us how to move, 
 
 To find th' abyss of light in which thou dwell'st 
 
 above. 
 
 Another Hipnn. 
 
 1 x\VE verum corpus natum 
 
 De Maria virgine, 
 Vere passu m, immolatum, 
 In cruce pro homine. 
 
 2 Cujus latus perforatum 
 
 Unda fluxit et sanguine, 
 Esto nobis pvaesust.itum, 
 Mortis in examine. 
 
( 77 ) 
 
 $ O Jesu dulcis ! 
 * O Jesu pie ! 
 O Jesu fili Maris 
 Tu nobis miserere. 
 
 The same, in English. 
 
 1 XA AIL ! real body of our Lord, 
 From spotless Virgin born ; 
 Hail ! Victim, stretch 'd upon the cross. 
 And for us bruis'd and torn, 
 
 2 Thy side with cruel spear transpierced, 
 
 Let out a saving flood, 
 (To wash our sinfui stains away,) 
 Of water mix'd with blood. 
 
 3 O heav'nly manna ! be our food, 
 
 Whilst in this life we stay ; 
 And when death comes, prepare our souls 
 To meet the judgment day, 
 
 4 O orracious Jesus ! bounteous Lord ! 
 
 O Mary's clement Son ! 
 Let sinners grace and pardon find. 
 Before thy mercy's throne. 
 
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 Ht 
 
 ymn. 
 
 SALUTARIS hostia ! 
 Quae coeli pandis ostium ; 
 Bella premunt hostilia, 
 L)a robur fer auxilium. 
 
 2 Vni trinoque Domino, 
 Sit sempiterna gloria ; 
 
 H 
 
( 78 ) 
 
 Qui vltam sine termino 
 Nobis donet in patria. 
 
 o 
 
 The sa?ne in English. 
 
 SAVING victim, pledge of love ! 
 Who opeti'st heaven's gates above ; 
 By hostile wars we are oppress'd, 
 Be thou our force, support and rest. 
 
 2 To God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, three in one ; 
 Be endless praise, may he above 
 With life immortal, crown our love. 
 
 Another. 
 
 1 VJ SAVING hostl O heav'nly bread I 
 That mak'st our souls forever live ; 
 Against the cruel foes we dread, 
 Thy heav'nly aid unto us give. 
 
 g O thou, who feed'st us with thy blood, 
 Good Shepherd, praise be to thy name ! 
 Whilst mortals ta^te th' immortal food, 
 Let heav'nly choirs thy love proclaim. 
 
 The Assumption, 
 
 AND OTHER FESTIVALS or THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 A- 
 
 VE, Maria, gratia plena ! Dominus tecum ; bene* 
 dicta tu in mulieribus et benedictus fi uctus ventris tui, 
 Jesus. 
 
 Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus 
 nunc et in hora mortis nostia?. Amen. 
 
Ha 
 
 ( 79 ) 
 Hymn. 
 
 IL Mary ! Queen and Virgin pure, 
 With ev'ry grace replete! 
 Hail, kind protectress of the poor ! 
 Pity our needy state. 
 
 2 O thou who fiU'st the highest place, 
 
 Next heav'ns imperial throne ! 
 Obtain for us each saving grace, 
 And make our wants thy own. 
 
 3 How oft, when trouble fill'd my breast, 
 
 Or sin my conscience pain'd ; 
 Through tUee 1 sought tor peace and rest, 
 Through thee [ peace obtain'd. 
 
 4 Then hence, in all my pa s and cares, 
 
 I'll seek for help in thee ; 
 E'er trusting, thro' thy powerful prayers, 
 To gain eternity. 
 
 A 
 
 Hymn at Vespers, 
 
 VE maris stella, 
 Dei mater alma, 
 Atque semper Virgo, 
 Felix cceh porta. 
 
 2 Sumens illud Ave, 
 Gabriel is orei 
 Funda nos in pace, 
 Mutans Evae nomen. 
 
 3 Solve vincla reis 
 Profer lumen caecis, 
 
 Maia nostia p«..ie, 
 Bona cuncta posce. 
 
B 
 
 ( 80 ) 
 
 4 Monstra te esse Mat rem, 
 Sumat per te preces, 
 Qui pro nobis natus, 
 Tuiit esse tuus. 
 
 5 Virgo singularis, 
 Inter omnes mitis, 
 Nos culpis solutos, 
 Mites fac et castos. 
 
 6 Vitam praesta puram, 
 Iter para tutum, 
 
 Ut videntes Jesum, 
 Semper collaetemur. 
 
 7 Sit laus Deo Patri, 
 Surnmo Christo Decus, 
 Spintui Sancto, 
 Tubus honor unus. 
 
 The same in English. 
 
 RIGHT Mother of our Maker, hail ! 
 Thou virgin ever blest ; 
 The ocean's star, by which we sail, 
 And gain the port of rest. 
 
 2 Whilst we this Ave thus to thee, 
 
 From Gabriel's mouth rehearse ; 
 Prevail that peace our lot may be, 
 And Eva s name reverse. 
 
 3 Release our long entangled mind, 
 
 From all the snares of ill ; 
 With heav'nly light instruct the blind, 
 And all our vows fulfill. 
 
 4 Exert for us a mother's care, 
 
 And us thy children own ; 
 
D 
 
 ( 81 ) 
 
 Prevail with Him to hear our pray'r, 
 Who cnose to be thy Sou. 
 
 O spotless maid 1 whose virtues shine, 
 
 With brightest purity ; 
 Each action of our life refine, 
 
 And make us pure like thee. 
 
 6 Preserve our lives unstain'd from ill ; 
 
 And guard us in our way ; 
 That Christ one day our souls may fill 
 With joys that ne'er decay. 
 
 7 To God the Father, endless praise ; 
 
 To God the Son, the same ; 
 And, Holy Ghost, whose equal raye 
 One equal glory claim* 
 
 .T. 
 
 Another Hymn. 
 
 QUEM TERRA, &C. 
 
 O 
 
 HE Sov'reign God whose hands sustain 
 The heav'nly orbs, the earth, the main; 
 Whose generation none can tell, 
 In tiiee, O Mary ! chose to dwell. 
 
 He, whom the sun and moon obey, 
 To whom all creatures homage pay ? 
 The mighty Ruler of the skies, 
 In thee coacealM, an infant liep- 
 
 3 Thrice happy Maid ! whom Heaven's choice 
 Hus made the source of all our joys ; 
 Since he, by whom we move and live, 
 £"rom thee would life and food receive t 
 
( 32 ) 
 
 •4 An angel brings the bappy news ; 
 The Holy Ghost, thy heavenly spouse, 
 Covers thee with his fruitful shade, 
 And Christ's blest Mother thou art made. 
 
 5 O Mary, full of grace divine ! 
 Thy glories now the stars outshine ; 
 Lo ! thy Creator and thy God 
 Draws from thy breast his life and food. 
 
 6 O gracious Mother of mankind, 
 What Eve had lost, in thee we find ; 
 The way to heav'n is now by thee 
 To mourning sinners open'd free. 
 
 7 Thou art the gate of heav'nly light, 
 Through which the conqu'ring Prince of might 
 Comes, captive mankind to redeem ; 
 
 Ye, Nations ! sound the glorious theme, 
 
 8 May age to age forever sing 
 
 The Virgin's Son and angels King ; 
 And praise with the celestial host, 
 The Father Son and Holy Ghost ! 
 
 Anthems to the Blessed Virgin. 
 
 A: 
 
 TO BE SUNG AFTER VESPERS. 
 
 From Advent to Candlemas, 
 
 LMA Redemptoris Mater, quae pervia coeii 
 Porta manes, et Stella maris, succurre cadenti 
 Surgere qui curat populo; tu quae genuisti, 
 Natura mirante, tuum sanctum genitorem, 
 Virgo prius ac posterius, Gabrielis ab ore 
 Surriens illud ave, peccatorum miserere. 
 
( S3 ) 
 
 The same in English. 
 
 _LVX OTHER of Jesus, heaven's open gate, 
 
 Star of the sea ! support the falling state 
 
 Of mortals ; thou whose womb thy Maker bore, 
 
 And yet, strange thing ! a Virgin as before ; 
 
 Who didst from Gabriel's mouth this news receive; 
 
 Repenting sinners by thy pray'rs relieve. 
 
 After Candlemas Uill the Holy JVeek. 
 
 A 
 
 VE, Regina coelorum, 
 Ave, Domina Angelorum, 
 Sahre, radix, Salve, porta 
 Ex qua mundo lux est orta ; 
 Gaude, Virga gloriosa, 
 Super oranes speciosa. 
 Vale, O valde decora ! 
 Et pro nobis Christum exora, 
 
 t'H 
 
 The same in English. 
 
 AIL Mary ! Queen ofheav'nlv spheres! 
 Hail ! whom th' angelic host reveres ! 
 Kail fruitful root ! hail, gate divine, 
 Whence light arose, on earth to shine ! 
 O glorious Maid, with beauty blest, 
 May joys eternal fill thy brea?t ! 
 Thus crown'd with beauty and with joy, 
 Thy pray'rs with Christ for us employ. 
 
 R 
 
 In Easter Time. 
 
 EGINA cceli, laetare, Alleluia, 
 Quia quern meruisti portare, Alleluia, 
 Resuriexit, sicut dixit. Alleluia. 
 Ora pro nobis Deum, Alleluia, 
 
s 
 
 ( 34 ) 
 
 The same in English. 
 
 V," happy Queen of heav'n, rejoice ! Alleluia. 
 The Son thou bor'st, by heaven's choice; Alleluia. 
 From death is ris'n, as he did say, Alleluia. 
 To God, for us thy children, pray, Alleluia. 
 
 Sundays after Pentecost. 
 
 ALVE, Regina, mater misericordiae ; vita, dulcedo 
 et spes nostra, salve. Ad te clamamus exulus filii Evae : 
 ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes in hac lacryma- 
 rum valle. Eia ergo, advocata nostra ! illos tuos miseri- 
 cordes oculos ad nos convene ; et Jesum benedictum 
 fructum ventris tui nobis post hoc exilium ostende. O 
 clemens, O pia, O dulcis Virgo Maria. 
 
 H 
 
 The same in English 
 
 H 
 
 AIL to the Queen who reigns above, 
 Mother of clemency and love ! 
 Hail, thou our hope, life, sweetness ! we, 
 Eve's banish'd children, cry to thee. 
 
 We, from this wretched vale of tears, 
 Send sighs and groans unto thine ears ; 
 O then, sweet Advocate, bestow 
 A pitying look on us below ! 
 
 After this exile let us see 
 Our blessed Jesus, born of thee, 
 O merciful, O pious Maid, 
 O gracious Mary, lend thy aid. 
 
 Another Translation, 
 
 AIL, happy Queen ! thou mercy's Parent, hail 
 Life, hope and comfort of this earthly vale ; 
 
( 85 ) 
 
 To thee, Eve's wretched children raise their cry, 
 
 In sighs and teats to thee, we suppliants fly. 
 
 Rise, glorious Advocate, exert thy love ; 
 
 And let our vows those eyes of pity move 
 
 O sweet, O pious Maid ! for us obtain, 
 
 For us, who long have in our exile lam, 
 
 To see thine infant Jesus, and with him to reig 
 
 J 
 
 Anthem, 
 Solo, SUB tuum praesidium confugimus, Sancta Dei 
 
 Chor. Sub tuum, &c. 
 
 Solo. Nostras deprecationes ne despicias in necessita- 
 tes nostris. 
 Chor. Sub tuum, &c. 
 
 Solo. Sed a penculis cunctis libera nos semper, virgo 
 glonosa et benedicta. 
 
 Chor. Sub tuum, &c. 
 
 The same, in English, 
 
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 HOLY Mother of our God ! 
 
 To thee for help we flv : 
 Despise not this our humble pray'r, 
 
 But all our wants supply. 
 O glorious Virgin, ever blest ! 
 
 Defend us from our foes ; 
 From threat' ning dangers set us free. 
 
 And terminate our woes> 
 
( 36 ) 
 For the Feast of our Lord's Transfiguration. 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Qu'wumquc Chr'ijlum quceritis, iic. 
 
 o 
 
 9 
 
 ALL who seek with Christ to rise, 
 Lift up to Thabor's mount your eyes, 
 And see how Christ in shining rays, 
 The glorious light of heav'n displays. 
 
 We see an object bright, sublime. 
 That knows no bounds of place or time ; 
 Substantial,' uncreated light, 
 Older than heav'n, or Chaos night. 
 
 3 Behold the king whose sov'reign sway 
 B ;h Jews and G> ntiles must obey ; 
 To Abrah'm promis'd, and decreed 
 For e'er to rule his faithful seed, 
 
 4 Th' adrninng prophets now behold 
 The Saviour whom they had foretold. 
 Him God proclaims his only Son, 
 And bids mankind their teacher own. 
 
 5 O Christ, when thy pure l^ht inspires 
 Our tepid hearts with heav'nly fires ; 
 It drives away the shades of night ; 
 Thy yoke grows sweet, thy burden light. 
 
 6 Co-partner of thy Father's throne, 
 Tnou sov'reign bliss to sense unknown, 
 What streams of joy o'erflow that breast, 
 Which is with thy sweet presence blest ! 
 
 7 O source of light ! send from above 
 Sweet rolling streams of sacred love ; 
 
( 87 ) 
 
 By these returning streams, may we 
 Direct our course, and rest in thee. 
 
 Glory to Christ, whose light displays 
 To little ones his saving ways ; 
 To God the Father let's repeat 
 The same, and to the Paraclete. 
 
 For the Festival of St. Michael and 
 the Holy Angels: 
 
 J 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Te Splendor et vertus, E£c. 
 
 ESUS, thv Father's image bright, 
 Of fafihful hearts the life and Jight ; 
 Tpbutes of praise to th^.e we pay, 
 Midst angels who thy voice obey. 
 
 2 Millions of Leaders, arm'd with light, 
 J :i close array thy battle fight ; 
 Mxhael, the saving standard wields, 
 Displays the cross ; — -and Satan yields. 
 
 3 Th' infernal dragon down from bliss 
 He hurls, to hell's inflam'd abyss ; 
 And thunders headlong from the sky 
 The rebel captain with his fry. 
 
 4 Let's follow then so brave a guide, 
 Against the hellish prince of pride ; 
 That crowns of glory we may gain, 
 And with the Lamb forever reign. 
 
 5 To God the Father and the Son, 
 And holy Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be endless glon. , as hi 
 
 The world began, so evermore. 
 
( 83 ) 
 
 Another Hymn. 
 
 1 IV JL AN's great Redeemer, on whose glorious face 
 Angelic hosts with endless rapture gaze ; 
 Oh ! cal' us from this vale of sighs, 
 To share in*their celestial joys. 
 
 2 Send valiant Michael, messenger of peace, 
 To guard us, and away the fiends to chase ; 
 
 That war onv be confin'd to hell, 
 Where endless strife and horror dwell. 
 
 3 Descend, O Gabriel ! let our ancient foe, 
 Thy vigilance and heav'nly courage know ; 
 
 Nor dare the sacred place invade, 
 That stands secure beneath thy shade. 
 
 4 Raphael, Physician Angel, come and cure 
 The sad diseases which our souls endure ; 
 
 And lest our wand'ring feet should stray, 
 Be thou our guide and lead tne way. 
 
 5 O glorious Mother of celestial grace, 
 
 And angels' Queen, thv tender accents raise ; 
 Mid'st heav'nly choirs, before the throne, 
 And plead our cause with thy dear Son. 
 
 6 Thee we implore, eternal Deity, 
 
 Great God. in nature One, in persons Three ! 
 Whose praises in loud accents roll, 
 And echoing sounds from pole to pole. 
 
( 89 ) 
 
 On the Feast of the Guardian Angels. 
 
 * HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Custodes hominum, <$v. 
 
 W 
 
 E sing the guardian angels God has sent, 
 To help and guide us in our banishment ; 
 Lest wily foes surprize our will, 
 And lead us in the ways of ill. 
 
 Z For traitor-angels, justly dispossessed 
 Of their exalted seats among the bless'd, 
 Now turn their spleen on human race, 
 Created to supply their place. 
 
 3 Haste then, O watchful spirits, hither fly ; 
 Guard our abode, and let no fiend come nigh : 
 
 Remove diseases, calm our breast, 
 And lead us to the seats of rest, 
 
 4 All praise, O Trinity, attend thy name, 
 
 Whose sov'reign God-head rules this three-fold 
 frame ; 
 Let ev'ry age and ev'ry being, 
 Thy everlasting praises sing. 
 
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 Hymn on our Guardian Angel. 
 
 GOD how ought my grateful heart. 
 To praise thy bounteous hand, 
 Who send'st thy angel from the sky, 
 To be my guide and friend ! 
 
 2 My soul is surely something great, 
 Meant for eternity ; 
 That angels thus should be employ'd, 
 In watching over me. 
 
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( 90 ) 
 
 3 Whilst I an helpless infant was, 
 With ev'ry tender care 
 He guarded round my cradle's side ; 
 No evil could come near. 
 
 4* Protected by his heav'nly aid, 
 How safe my infancy ! 
 Tho' death and danger ragM around, 
 They harmless pass'd by me. 
 
 5 When I, within my mother's arms, 
 
 Enjoy 'd her fond embrace ; 
 He, hov'ring round on airy wings, 
 Divinely did me bless. 
 
 6 When first I from my mother learnt 
 
 My Jesus' name to praise, 
 He softly whisper' d to my heart, 
 " How sweet are all his ways !" 
 
 7 O Holy Angel, watch by me, 
 
 Amidst the gloom of night ; 
 And let no unbecoming thought, 
 With sin my heart delight. 
 
 3 And when the morning from the east, 
 Sends forth her golden rays ; 
 Teach me to raise my heart to God, 
 And sing his glorious praise. 
 
 9 And while the sun with brighter beams 
 Is shining through the day ; 
 Let ev'ry action, ev'ry thought, 
 My love to him display. 
 
 10 In ev'ning, when the cooling breeze. 
 Invites to sweet repose ; 
 May I in grateful thanks to him, 
 3Vty wearied eyelids close. 
 
( 91 ) 
 
 11 Celestial Guardian, thus with thee, 
 And by thy constant care ; 
 May I the world's corruption flee, 
 And heav'nly blessings share. 
 
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 On St, Joseph. 
 
 THOU sreat fav'rite of the heav'nly king, 
 Who, now transported to the realms above, 
 Amid celestial choirs his glories sing ; 
 
 Receive the tribute of our praise and love. 
 
 2 A high decree from God the Father's throne, 
 
 Marks thee the spouse of th' ever spotless maid, 
 B'ds thee be caii'd the Father of his Son, 
 And to the world's salvation lend thine aid. 
 
 3 Let heav'nly hosts thy happiness proclaim, 
 
 In being to Mary thus in wedlock tied ; 
 Let christian choirs rehearse the glorious theme, 
 And praise thee, Joseph, and thy Virgin Bride. 
 
 4- O faithful spouse ! what doubt disturbs thy rest ? 
 Can purest Mary raise a jealous thought ? 
 Lo ! Gabriel comes, to calm thy troubled breast, 
 And tell the wonder God in her has wrought. 
 
 5 O happy man ! who wond'ring didst behold, 
 
 For love of mankind in a manger laid, 
 The Saviour, whom the Prophets had foretold ; 
 And to the new-born God thy homage paid. 
 
 6 With transport th' infant God thine arms embrace : 
 
 Sweet pleasures ! but how purchased oft with tears! 
 Out of the tyrant's reach thy charge to place, 
 To Egypt thou must fly 'mid toils and fears. 
 
 7 What sorrows rend thy tender heart again, 
 
 When three long days Ipereav'd of Jesus' sight, 
 
( W ) 
 
 Thou seek'st him lost, oppress'd with grief and pain ! 
 But soon his presence brings thee new delight, 
 
 3 The Lord before whom angels trembling stand, 
 Whose awful nod affrights the pow'rs of hell, 
 Who holds the nations in his mighty hand, 
 Under thy roof, submissive, chose to dwell. 
 
 9 All other saints through death must pass to bliss ; 
 Here, thou more favour'd, find'st thy happiness : 
 In th' other world they wear their palms ; — in this 
 Thou, happier Man, thy sov'reign good possess, 
 
 10 Thrice happy Father ! and thrice happy Spouse ! 
 Happy in life, and happier still in death ! 
 Mary on thee her tender care bestows, 
 
 And Jesus' arms receive thy dying breath. 
 
 ! 1 Now seated high in heav'n, present our vows 
 
 To Him, who would on eaith be call'd thy Son : 
 And jointly with thy glorious Virgin Spouse, 
 
 Ne'er cease to plead our cause before the Throne. 
 
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 On St. John Baptist. 
 
 SYLVAN Prophet, whose eternal fame, 
 Resounds from Jewry's hills and Jordan's stream 
 The music of our numbers raise, 
 And tune our voice to sing thy praise. 
 
 2 An angel, sent from the celestial throne, 
 Makes to thy sire thy future greatness known ; 
 
 Thy pure abstemious life, thy name, 
 Thy glorious office, and thy fame. 
 
 3 He hears the news, and dubious with surprise, 
 His falt'ring speech in fetter'd accents dies : 
 
 But in thy birth, more faithful fourKi, 
 His voice refrains its former sound. 
 
( 93 ) 
 
 4 From the recess of nature's inmost room, 
 
 Thou knew'st thy Lord conceaPd in Mary's womb; 
 Whilst each glad Parent told and blest, 
 The secrets of each other's breast. 
 
 5 From foul corruption's stains thy youth to screen, 
 In lonely wilderness thou liv'st unseen : 
 
 From threatening dangers thus secure, 
 Thy soul remains unstain'd and pure. 
 
 6 Thy courtly dress is camel's rugged hide, 
 With twisted thongs of stubborn leather tied : 
 
 Honey with locusts is thy food, 
 Thy only drink the tasteless flood. 
 
 7 The other Prophets view'd, with distant sight, 
 The rising of the world's redeeming light : 
 
 But greater than a Prophet, thou 
 Foretel'st the light, and shew'st him too. 
 
 • Great Baptist, none among the human race. 
 Has thee excell'd in sanctity and grace ; 
 Who Kim did'st wash in Jordan's flood, 
 Who wash'd the world in his own blood. 
 
 9 Terrestrial angel, 'fore thy Saviour sent, 
 
 To smooth his paths ; ah ! teach us to repent \ 
 Our rough and crooked ways redress, 
 That Jesus may our hearts possess. 
 
 10 Glory to God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Ghost with both in nature one ; 
 Whose equal power unites the Three, 
 In one eternal Trinity. 
 
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 All Saints. 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Placare, C/mste Servulz's, «$* 
 
 JESUS, let thy anger cease ; 
 Thy Virgin Mother, for our peace, 
 At thy tribunal pleading stands, 
 And mercy earnestly demands. 
 
 2 And ye, O Angels, who in nine 
 Distinguished glorious orders shine ; 
 Preserve our minds, our hearts and wills, 
 From present, past, and future ills. 
 
 3 Ye Prophets and Apostles, plead 
 Before our Judge, and intercede 
 
 For sinners, that by tears unfeign'd, f 
 
 His pard'ning grace may be obtain' d, 
 
 4 Ye crimson troops of Martyrs bright, 
 And Confessors, array 'd in white ; 
 Let us no longer exil'd roam, 
 
 But call us to our heav'nly home. 
 
 5 Chaste Virgins, and ye truly wise, 
 Who from the deserts fill'd the skies ; 
 For us an everlasting reign 
 
 With Christ, among his saints, obtain. 
 
 6 From Christian lands those faithless chase, 
 Who Christian truths and faith deface ; 
 That ail mankind united, may 
 
 One Pastor of our souls obey. 
 
 7 To God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, three in one ; 
 Be equal glory, equal praise, 
 For an eternal age of days* 
 
( 95 ) 
 
 % All Souls. 
 
 And also at Funerals and Masses for the Dead, 
 
 Dies irce^ oic. 
 
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 HAT day of wrath, that direful day, 
 Shall in the heav'ns the Cross display, 
 And all the world in ashes lay. 
 
 2 How shall poor mortals quake with fears, 
 When their impartial Judge appears, 
 Who all their causes strictly hears ! 
 
 3 His trumpet sounds a dreadful tone ; 
 The noise through all the graves is blown, 
 And calls the dead before his throne. 
 
 4 Nature and death shall stand and gaze, 
 When creatures shall their bodies raise, 
 And answer for their ill-spent days. 
 
 5 The clear writ book of conscience shown, 
 Sin's black indictments shall be known. 
 And every soul his guilt shall own. 
 
 6 So when the Judge shall sit en high, 
 All hidden crimes shall open lie ; 
 No sin shall from due vengeance fly. 
 
 7 W T hat plea shall wicked I pretend ? 
 What patron move to stand my friend , 
 When scarce the just themselves defend ? 
 
 3 O dreadful God, O glorious King, 
 Who dost the saved freely bring 
 To bliss, save me O mercy's spring ! 
 
 9 O pious Jesus, call to mind 
 
 Thy travails for my good design 'd ; 
 Grant I that day may mercy find, 
 
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 10 Thou satt'st down weary, seeking me, 
 Hang'dst on the cross, my soul to free ; 
 Let not such labours fruitless be. 
 
 1 1 Dread Judge, whose justice is severe, 
 My long black score of sins make clear, 
 Ere the accounting day appear. 
 
 12 I, as a guilty person, groan ; 
 
 My faults are in my blushes known ; 
 Pity, dear Lord, thy suppliant's moan, 
 
 13 The weeping Magdalen's relief, 
 And op'ning heaven to the thief, 
 
 Have with sweet hopes allay'd my grief. 
 
 14 My worthless pray'rs deserve no hire ; 
 But thou, mild Lord, thy grace inspire, 
 To save me from eternal fire. 
 
 15 Among thy sheep grant I may stand, 
 Far frqm the goats' condemned band ; 
 Securely plac'd at thy right hand. 
 
 16 Th' accursed troops being put to shame, 
 Confin'd to hell's ne'er-dying flame, 
 Amongst the bless'd enrol my name. 
 
 17 With bended knee I make my pray'r, 
 And heart contrite as ashes are ; 
 
 Of my last end, dear Lord, take care ; 
 
 18 That day of doom, that day of tears, 
 When guilty man awakes in fears, 
 From dust, and 'fore his Judge appears. 
 
 19 O bounteous Jesus, Lord forever blest ! 
 Give faithful souls departed endless rest. 
 
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 PSALM CXXIX. 
 
 JL/E profundis clama- 
 vi ad te Domine : * Do- 
 mine exaudi vocem meam. 
 
 PSALM 129. 
 
 Fiant aures 
 
 tuae 
 
 inten- 
 dentes, * in vocem depre- 
 cationis meae. 
 
 Si iniquitates observave- 
 ris Domine : * Domine 
 quis sustinebit ? 
 
 Quia apud te propitiatio 
 est : * et propter legem 
 tuam sastinui te Domine. 
 
 Sustinuit anima mea in 
 verbo ejus : * spcravit ani- 
 ma mea in Domino. 
 
 A custodia matutina us- 
 que ad noctem, * speret 
 Israel in Domino. 
 
 Quia apud Dominum 
 misericordia : * et copiosa 
 apud eum redemptio. 
 
 Et ipse redimet Israel,* 
 ex omnibus iniquitatibus 
 ejus. 
 
 Requiem Eeternam dona 
 eis, Domine, * et lux per- 
 petua luceat eis, 
 
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 'UT of the depths I 
 have cried to thee, O 
 Lord : * Lord, hear my 
 voice. 
 
 Let thy ears be attentive* 
 to the voice of my suppli- 
 cation. 
 
 If thou wilt observe ini- 
 quities, O Lord ; * Lord, 
 who shall endure it ? 
 
 Because with thee there 
 is propitiation ; * and by 
 reason of thy law, I have 
 waited for thee, O Lord. 
 
 My soul hath relied on 
 his word ;* my soul hath 
 hoped in the Lord. 
 
 From the morning watch 
 even until night,* let Israel 
 hope in the Lord. 
 
 Because with the Lord 
 there is mercy,* and with 
 him plentiful redemption. 
 
 And he shall redeem Is- 
 rael * from all his iniqui~ 
 ties. 
 
 Eternal rest give to them 
 O Lord,* and let perpetual 
 light shine upon them. 
 
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 ( 98 ) 
 Festivals of the Apostles. 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Exultet orhis gaudiis, Sfc. 
 
 HROUGHOUT the world let joys arise, 
 Let praises echo through the sk'.es ! 
 Let heaven and earth, with joyful choir, 
 To praise th* Apostles now conspire. 
 
 2 Earth's shining lights, by God designed, 
 To be the judges of mankind ; 
 
 Our humble pray'rs are void of art ; 
 Accept the language of our heart. 
 
 3 The gates of heav'n, by your command, 
 Are fasten M close, or open stand : 
 Grant, we beseech you ihen, that we 
 From sinful slav'ry may be free. 
 
 4 Sickness and health your pow'r obey ; 
 This comes,, and that you drive away : 
 Then from our souls all sickness chase ; 
 Let healing virtues take its place. 
 
 5 That, when our Judge returns to weigh 
 Our actions, at the dreadful flay, 
 
 We nriy with him to heav'n ascend, 
 To live in joys thai never end. 
 
 6 To God the Father, and the Son. 
 And Holy Spirit, three in one ; 
 Be endless glory, as before 
 
 The world began, so evermore. 
 
( 99 ) 
 For the Festivals of one Martyr. 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Deus tuorum m'ditum^ &c. 
 
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 GOD, the lot, the crown, the gain 
 Of soldiers in thy service slain ; 
 Make us forsake our sinful ways, 
 Who meet to sing this Martyr's praise. 
 
 3 This Saint, esteeming worldly joys, 
 As pleasing cheats, deceitful toys ; 
 And bitter too with secret gall, 
 For Heaven, nobly scorn 'd them all. 
 
 3 He bravely ran his painful race, 
 And look'd his torments in the face ; 
 For thee he fearless sheds his blood, 
 And wades to Heaven through the flood. 
 
 4 To thee, O gracious Lord, we fly, 
 Beseeching thee, with humble cry ; 
 That on this Martyr's triumph, we 
 From sin may be absolv'd by thee. 
 
 5 To God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, three in one ; 
 Be equal glory, equal praise, 
 For an eternal length of days. 
 
 For the Festivals of several Martyrs. 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Sanctorum meritis, &c. 
 
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 E.T us fam'd acts and triumphs sing, 
 Which from the Saints' high merits spring 
 
( io© ) 
 
 For now to celebrate we mind, 
 Brave heroes of the noblest kind. 
 
 2 These champions of thy name, sweet Lord, 
 Were by the silly world abhorr'd ; 
 Which world they held a barren things 
 Where neither fruit nor flowers spring, 
 
 3 For thee they slight the threats of foes, 
 Their furious rage, and deadly blows : 
 The tearing hook they scorn no less, 
 W r hich cannot reach the soul's recess. 
 
 4 While barb'rous swords their bodies wound. 
 No murmurs, no complaints resound ; 
 For they to patience are resign'd, 
 
 With deiuntless heart, and spotless mind. 
 
 5 What tongue can those rich gifts declare, 
 Which Christ for Martyrs does prepare ? 
 Brows that in streams of blood were drown Yi, 
 Are with refulgent laurels crown'd. 
 
 6 Great God, we beg of thee to chase 
 AH harms away ; our sins efface ; 
 Afford thy servants peaceful days, 
 That they may ever sing thy praise. 
 
 For the Festivals of other Saints, 
 
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 AT VESTEKS. 
 
 STE Confessor Domini, colentes 
 Quern pie laudant populi per orbem ; 
 Hac die laetus meruit beatas 
 Scandere sedes. 
 
 Or, instead of the tivo last lines, 
 Hac die laetus meruit supremos 
 Laudis honores. 
 
( 101 ) 
 
 2 Qui pius, prudens, humilis, pudicus, 
 Sobriam duxit sine labe vitam, 
 Donee humanos animavit aurae 
 
 Spiritus artus. 
 
 3 Cujus ob praestans meritum, frequenter 
 ./Egra quae passim jacuere membra, 
 Viribus morbi domitis, saluti 
 
 Restituuntur. 
 
 4 Noster hinc illi chorus obsequentem 
 Concinit laudem celebresque palmas ; 
 Ut piis ejus precibus juvemur, 
 
 Omne per aevum. 
 
 5 Sit salus illi, decus atque virtus, 
 Qui super coeli solio coruscans, 
 Totius mundi seriem gubernat, 
 
 Trinus et Unus. 
 
 The same in English, 
 
 1 X HIS day with gladness Christian choirs proclaim 
 His combats, triumph, faith and glorious name, 
 
 Who boldly Christ on earth confess'd, 
 And now exults among the blest. 
 
 2 Prudence and piety adorn'd his life, 
 Unstain'd with ill, and undisturb'd by strife, 
 
 Chaste, humble, meek he kept his heart, 
 'Till bid by heav'n from life depart. 
 
 3 TV Almighty now his servant's glory shows, 
 And signal favours through his pray'rs bestows; 
 
 Diseases fly before his shrine, 
 
 And health returns by pow'r divine. 
 
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( 102 ) 
 
 4 Let's then in thankful songs our voices raise, 
 And sing: to him this solemn hymn of praise ; 
 
 That by his pray'rs th' Almighty may 
 His favours to our souls convey. 
 
 5 To Him be glory, pow'r and endless fame, 
 Whose wisdom rules the whole creation's frame 
 
 And fills the bright celestial Throne, 
 The great mysterious Three and One. 
 
 For the Festivals of Virgins. 
 
 HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 Jesu, corona Virginum, &?. 
 
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 EGARD our vows with gracious eye, 
 O Jesus, crown of purity ; 
 Son of that chosen woman, who 
 Was Virgin chaste, and Mother too. 
 
 2 Amongst lilies thou lov'st to be ; 
 Pure Virgins round thy throne we see. 
 O glorious Bridegroom, who dost bless 
 Thy brides with endless happiness. 
 
 3 Which way so e'er thy course doth bend, 
 Chaste Virgins on thy steps attend ; 
 Who, running after thee, do raise 
 
 Their notes, and sing sweet hymns of praise* 
 
 4 Hear us, O God of chastity ! 
 From impure passions set us free ; 
 Our frailties help, our vice controul ; 
 Submit the senses to the soul. 
 
 5 To Jesus, from a Virgin sprung, 
 Be glory giv'n, and praises sung ; 
 The same to God the Father be, 
 And Holy Ghost, eternally. 
 
( IOS ) 
 For the Festivals of Holy Women, 
 
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 HYMN AT VESPERS. 
 
 For tern virili pectore, Szc. 
 
 ISE, tuneful numbers, justly praise 
 A holy woman's gen'rous ways, 
 Whose fortitude exalts her name 
 In ev'ry place, with glorious fame, 
 
 2 Such holy love inflam'd her heart, 
 That she abhorr'd the pois'ning dart ■. 
 Of worldly love, and bravely trod 
 The narrow way that leads to God, 
 
 3 A body, grown with fasting dead, 
 
 And mind with pray'r most sweetly fed ; 
 Convey her soul above the sky, 
 To joys that last eternally. 
 
 4 O fountain of grace, Christ our King, 
 From whom alone all good things spring, 
 To thee for help we sinners fly ; 
 
 Hear, through her prayers our humble cry. 
 
 5 May each succeeding age proclaim 
 The glory and eternal fame 
 
 Of God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, three m one. 
 
 A Funeral Song on Death and its consequences. 
 
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 E ATH is our doom, unchanged the law shall stand; 
 One day our soul must leave this foreign land. 
 Of dust compos'd, in dust our frame must he, 
 For 'tis decreed for all men once to die. 
 
 2 Ye fleeting honours, riches, pleasures vain ! 
 
 Thou cheating world, with ail thy pompous train ? 
 
 Ye idols dear of our deluded heart ! 
 
 We bid you farewell ; from you we must part. 
 
( 104 ) 
 
 3 Alas ! cur days as rapid waters run, 
 
 On time swift-rolling stream, forever gone ; 
 Yet but few days, we reach th' eternal shore ;— 
 Yet but few days, and time shall be no more. 
 
 4 O frightful day ! O day of grief and fear ! 
 Before on awful Judge we must appear ; 
 T* account for all our deeds, and t* undergo 
 Our doom, for endless bliss, — or endless woe. 
 
 5 Eternity ! — how vast is thine extent ! 
 
 How low thy depth ! how boundless is thy length ! — 
 Eternity of never ceasing joys 1-^- 
 Eternity of never ceasing sighs ! 
 
 6 Thrice happy they, O Lord, who die in thee, 
 Erom deadly guilt and lawless passions free ! 
 
 What hopes, what comforts cheer their dying breast ! 
 How sweet to pass from toils to endless rest ! 
 
 7 But oh ! what horrors fill the sinner's mind ! 
 A crowd of unrepented sin behind ! 
 
 Around, his weeping friends ! — before him, death ! 
 A Judge, above ! — a gaping hell, beneath ! 
 
 8 He dies ! — the dust returns to dust again ; 
 The guilty soul in agonies of pain, 
 Ascends above, alas ! not there to dwell ; 
 But to receive her doom, and sink to hell, 
 
 9 O may my soul escape these dreadful woes, 
 And die in grace, and triumph o'er her foes ! 
 May T in Jesus' arms encounter death, 
 And in his sweet embrace resign my breath ! 
 
 All Creatures invited to praise God. 
 
 solo. \J ALL ve beings, the Lord has made ! 
 Sing glory to his holy name. ; 
 To Him be endless honors paidj 
 Let ev'ry tongue his love proclaim. 
 
( 105 } 
 
 cHor. Praise to the Lord who all us made. 
 And glory to his holy name ; 
 To him be endless honours paid, 
 Let every tongue his love proclaim. 
 
 2 O sing his praise, ye Heav'nly choirs, 
 
 Who stand around his awful throne ; 
 Repeat on your immortal lyres, 
 That praise belongs to him alone. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 3 Thou glorious Sun, his image bright, 
 
 Who ru'l'st the seasons and the days ; 
 And thou fair Moon, who rul'st the nighr p 
 Unite in your Creator's praise. 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 4 Praise him ye Stars, whose trembling lights s 
 
 Like scatter'd pearls, adorn the sky ; 
 Your silent course each heart invites, 
 To praise the Lord who reigns on high, 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 5 Praise him ye mounts, ye hills sublime. 
 
 Ye valleys dress'd in living green ; 
 Ye flow'rs, declare to ev'ry clime 
 His charms, to movtal eye unseen a 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 6 Praise him ye founts, ye limpid streams, 
 
 Ye rapid rivers, in your course ; 
 Proclaim him, in your murm'ring themes^ 
 Of ev'ry good th' exhaustless source, 
 Praise to the Lord, &c e 
 
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t 106 ) 
 
 7 Join voices, ye sweet feather'd throng, 
 
 Whose warbling notes to heaven arise j 
 Let woods and hills repeat your song, 
 And zephyrs waft it through the skies 
 Praise to the Lord, &c. 
 
 8 O thou, for whom this wond'rous frame, 
 
 And all these creatures were design 'd ; 
 O man I adore and praise His name, 
 In whom all beauties are combin'd. 
 chor. All praise to the great Three and One, 
 To the Almighty Father, praise ; 
 Ail praise to his co-equal Son, 
 And Holy Ghost, for endless days. 
 
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 A Morning Hymn. 
 
 OW night descends, the shadows fly, 
 And light ascends the morning sky ; 
 On thee, O sov* reign Judge of all, 
 Our hearts with early accents call. 
 
 2 The Sun begins to dart his rays, 
 
 To thee, O God, our voice we raise ; 
 Send forth thy beams of heav'nly light, 
 This day to steer our course aright, 
 
 3 Preserve our tongue, our hands, our will. 
 From the polluted ways of ill ; 
 
 From vanity our hearts remove, 
 And fill them with celestial love. 
 
 4 And while our rapid moments flow, 
 O Christ, thy friendly aid bestow ; 
 Against the snares of hellish foes, 
 Fiotext as with thy saving Cross^ 
 
( 107 ) 
 
 O may'st thou iu our hearts abide, 
 Spirit divine, and be our guide ; 
 May ev'ry action spring from grace, 
 And ev'ry work bespeak thy praise I 
 
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 Evening Hijrnn, 
 
 1 VJTLORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light ; 
 
 Keep me, O keep me King of Kings, 
 Under thine own almighty wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The ills which I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, myself and thee^ 
 I, ere 1 sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that f may dread. 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that so 1 may 
 With joy behold the Judgment day. 
 
 4 O may my soul on thee repose, 
 
 And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close I 
 Sleep that may me more active make 
 To serve my God, when 1 awake 
 
 § When restless in the night I lie, 
 
 My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply ; 
 Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
 No powers of darkness me molest. 
 
 5 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep, 
 His watchful station near me keep ; v 
 My heart with love celestial fill, 
 Aad guard me from th' approach of ill, 
 
 
( 103 ) 
 
 7 Lord let my soul forever share 
 The bliss of thy paternal care ; 
 ' Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, 
 To see thy face and sing thy love. 
 
 3 Should death himself my sleep invade, 
 Why should I be of death afraid ? 
 Protected by thy saving arm, 
 Tho' he may strike, he cannot harm. 
 
 9 For death is life, and labour rest. 
 If with thy gracious presence blest ; 
 Then welcome sleep and death to me, 
 I'm still secure, for still with thee. 
 
 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 
 Praise him all creatures here below : 
 Praise him above, angelic host, 
 Praise Jbather, Son and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Adoration and Praise,, 
 
 1 JlI O W can we adore, 
 
 Or worthily praise 
 Thy goodness and pou *r 
 
 O G»d of all grace ! 
 With honour and blessing, 
 
 BerW-teswe fall ; 
 Most glac&^onfessing 
 
 Thee, Father Of all. 
 
 2 The heavens and earth, 
 
 And water and air; 
 To thee owe their birth. 
 
 Subsist by thy care. 
 Whilst angels are singing 
 
 Thy praises above ; 
 We mortals are bringing, 
 
 Our tribute of love. 
 
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 The Litany of the Blessed Virgin. 
 
 YRIE eleison, 
 Christe eleison, 
 Kyrie eleison. 
 Christe audi nos. 
 Christe exaudi nos. 
 Pater de caelis Deus, 
 Fili Redemptor mnndi Deus, 
 Spiritus sancte Deus, 
 Sancta Trinitas unus Deus, 
 Sancta Maria, 
 Sancta Dei Genitrix, 
 S incta Virgo Virginum, 
 Mater Christi, 
 Mater Divinae Gratiae, 
 Mater purissima, 
 Mater castissima, 
 Mater inviolata, 
 Mater intemerata, 
 Mater amabilis, 
 Mater admirabilis, 
 Mater Creatoris, 
 Mater Salvatoris, 
 Virgo prudentissima, 
 Virgo veneranda, 
 Virgo praedicanda, 
 Virgo potens, 
 Virgo clemens, 
 Virgo fidelis, 
 Speculum justitiae, 
 S^des sapientiae, 
 Causa nostise laetitiaBj 
 Vas spirituale, 
 Vas honorabile, 
 Vas insigne devotionis, 
 Rosa Mystica, 
 
 Miserere nobis 
 Miserere nobis 
 Miserere nobis 
 Miserere nobis 
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 O 
 
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( no ) 
 
 Turns Davidica, 
 
 Turns eburnea^ 
 
 Domus aurea, 
 
 Foederis area, 
 
 Janua caeli, 
 
 Stella matutina, 
 
 Salus infirmorum, 
 
 Refugium peccatorum, 
 
 Consolatrix afflictorum, 
 
 Auxilium Christianorum, 
 
 Regina Angelorum, 
 
 Regina Patriarcharnm, 
 
 Regina Prophetarum, 
 
 Regina Apostolorum, 
 
 Regina Martyrum, 
 
 Regina Confessorum, 
 
 Regina Virginum, 
 
 Regina Sanctorum omnium, 
 
 Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, Parce nobis Domine, 
 
 Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, Exaudi nos Domine, 
 
 A^nus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, Miserere nobis, 
 
 Christe audi nos. 
 
 Christe exaudi nos. 
 
 The same in English, 
 
 JL-iORD, have mercy on us. 
 
 Chnsr, have mercy on us. Lord have mercy on us. 
 
 Chn>t, hear us. Christ, graciously hear us. 
 
 God, the F^tner ot heive:), have mercy on us% 
 
 God the Son, Redeemer of the world, have mercy on us. 
 
 God the Holy Ghost, have mercy on us, 
 
 H >ly Trinity, one God, have, mercy on us* 
 
 H'>ly Mary, 
 
 Holy Mother of God, 
 
 H<>ly Virgin of virgins, 
 
 Mother of Christ, 
 
 Mother of divine grace, 
 
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( 111 ) 
 
 Mother most pure, 
 Mother most chaste, 
 Mother undefiled, 
 Mother untouched, 
 Mother most amiable, 
 Mother most admirable, 
 Mother of our Creator, 
 Mother of our Redeemer, 
 Virgin most prudent, 
 V rgin most venerable, 
 Virgin most renowned, 
 Virgin most powerful, 
 Virgin most merciful, 
 Virgin most faithful, 
 Mirror of Justice, 
 Seat of Wisdom, 
 C use of our Joy, 
 Spiritual Vessel, 
 Vessel of Honor, 
 Vessel of singular Devotion, 
 Mystical Rose, 
 Tower of David, 
 Tower of Ivory, 
 House of Gold, 
 -Ark of the Covenant, 
 Gate of Heaven, 
 Morning Star, 
 Health of the Weak, 
 Refuge of Sinners, 
 Comforter of the afflicted, 
 Help of Christians, 
 Queen of Angels, 
 Queen of Patriarchs, 
 Queen of Prophets, 
 
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 Queen of Apostles, 
 
 Queen of Martyrs, 
 
 Queen of Confessors, ? -s 
 
 Queen of Virgins, | "• 
 
 Queen of all Saints, , J § 
 
 Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, 
 
 spare ««, O Lord. 
 Lamb of God, &c. graciously hear us, O Lord. 
 Lamb of God, &c. have mercy on us. 
 Christ, hear us, Christ, graciously hear us. 
 Lord, have mercy on us. Christ, have mercy on us. 
 
 Lord, have mercy on us. 
 
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