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 ALL  THE  H 
 
 ROMAN  BREVIARY  AND  MISSAL, 
 
 WITH   OTHERS    FROM   VARIOUS   SOURCES. 
 
 ARRANGED   FOR 
 
 EVERY  DAY  IN  THE  WEEK,  AND  THE  FESTIVALS  AND  SAINTS' 
 DAYS  THROUGHOUT  THE  YEAR. 
 
 SELECTION  OF  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  AND 
 SACRED  POETRY, 
 
 FROM   APPROVED   SOURCES. 
 
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 Hundred  and  Fifty-one, 
 
 By  Edward  Dunigan  a  Brother, 
 In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for 
 
 the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 OF  THE  AMERICAN  EDITOR. 
 
 An  apology  can  scarcely  be  necessary  for  the  fol- 
 lowing attempt  towards  supplying  the  want,  so  long 
 and  deeply  felt  in  the  Catholic  community,  of  a  suit- 
 able collection  of  Hymns  and  Psalms,  for  the  pur- 
 poses of  general  devotion. 
 
 ^Yhi].e  adequate  translations  have  opened  wholly, 
 or  in  gi-eat  part,  to  the  other  languages  of  modern 
 Europe,  the  entire  range  of  the  finest  sacred  poetry 
 that  ever  flowed  from  uninspired  pens,  in  the  pages 
 of  the  Roman  Breviary  and  Missal ;  and  even  while 
 the  value  of  those  compositions  for  the  purposes  of 
 private  devotion  has  been  strikingly  attested  by 
 more  than  one  attempt  to  embody  them  into  the 
 collections  of  other  denominations, — ^they  have  been 
 known  to  our  own  tongue  by  a  few  scattered  ver- 
 sions, made  at  various  periods,  without  any  unity 
 
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 jof  purpose,  of  which  it  may  with  entire  truth  be 
 said,  that  they  were,  with  few  exceptions,  wholly 
 inadequate  in  point  of  style,  almost  always  inelegant, 
 and  quite  frequently  so  rude  as  to  border  on  the 
 grotesque. 
 
 The  first  systematic  and  successful  attempt  to 
 remedy  a  defect  so  remarkable,  was  the  Lyra  Catho- 
 lica  of  Edward  Caswall,  M.  A. ;  one  of  the  zealous 
 and  accomplished  men  whom  the  present  religious 
 movement  in  England  is  continually  bringing  into  the 
 fold  of  Christ.  His  version  [Collection,  published  in 
 London,  1849)  comprises  all  the  hymns  of  the  Ro- 
 man Breviary,  all  the  hymns  and  sequences  of  the 
 Missal,  with  a  selection  from  the  Breviaries  of  Paris 
 and  Cluny,  and  from  the  Italian  Raccolta  delle  Indul- 
 genze.  Of  these  pieces,  every  one  is  newly  translated 
 by  Mr.  Caswall,  and  probably  more  than  half  of 
 them  appear  in  Enghsh  for  the  first  time,  from  his 
 hand. 
 
 As  a  whole,  his  version  combines,  in  a  very  high 
 degree,  elegance,  vigor,  and  poetical  fire  of  thought 
 and  diction,  with  the  still  more  important  requisites 
 of  fidelity  to  the  lofty  rehgious  spirit  of  his  originals, 
 and  a  most  exact  transfusion  of  their  Catholic  faith, 
 fervent  piety,  and  doctrinal  integrity.     It  is  not  too 
 
AMERICAN    EDITOR. 
 
 much  to  say  that  it  wholly  supersedes  all  other 
 translations,  and  is  a  most  valuable  addition  to  our 
 devotional  literature.  A  veiy  high  critical  authority 
 (the  Ditblin  Review  for  June,  1849)  renders  to  Mr. 
 Caswall  and  his  work  the  following  emphatic  and 
 discriminating  tribute  of  its  approbation : — 
 
 "Mr.  Caswall  could  not,  in  our  judgment,  have 
 earned  a  stronger  title  to  the  gratitude  of  the  Catho- 
 lic body  in  England,  than  that  which  he  may  rest 
 upon  the  volume  now  before  us.  His  collection  is 
 exempt  from  all  the  strikdng  defects  of  those  which 
 preceded  it.  It  is  complete,  supplying  a  metrical 
 version  of  every  hymn  m  eveiy  office  and  mass 
 throughout  the  year ;  it  is  free  from  those  arbitrary 
 and  capricious  mutilations  which  destroy  the  unity 
 and  pervert  the  character  of  the  original ;  it  is,  above 
 all,  fully  and  fearlessly  CathoUc  in  its  spirit,  in  its 
 tone,  in  its  imagery,  and  in  its  language.  And,  in 
 addition  to  these  negative,  but  yet  very  important 
 excellencies,  its  positive  merits,  in  a  literary  point  of 
 view,  are  of  the  very  highest  order. 
 
 "  Indeed,  a  person  who  would  be  disposed  to  esti- 
 mate the  merit  of  a  poetical  translation  of  the  hymns 
 of  the  Breviary,  by  comparison  with  ahnosf  any 
 other  species  of  poetical  composition,  would  render 
 
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 but  a  scanty  measure  of  justice  to  the  Translator. 
 It  would  be  difficult  to  imagine  any  task,  -whether  in 
 sacred  or  in  profane  literature,  which  involves  so 
 many  and  so  peculiar  difficulties.  It  is  not  alone 
 that  the  hymns  in  themselves  present  almost  every 
 possible  shade  of  variety ; — the  accumulated  growth 
 of  every  age,  from  the  days  of  Constantine  to  our 
 own ;  the  work  of  an  endless  variety  of  authors,  from 
 St.  Ambrose  and  St.  Jerome  to  the  Roman  academi- 
 cians of  the  seventeenth  century ;  embodying  every 
 variety  of  subject — ^history,  biography,  doctrine, 
 piety,  asceticism,  spirituahty,  theology,  and  even 
 dogmatism ;  embracing  every  variety  of  metre,  from 
 the  classic  measures  of  the  Horatian  epoch  to  the 
 jingUng  rhyme  of  the  middle  age — and  every  shade  of 
 latinity,  from  the  studied  purity  of  Prudentius  to  the 
 rude  though  expressive  scholasticisms  of  St.  Thomas. 
 The  necessity  of  accommodating  liimself  to  the  varie- 
 ty which  all  this  supposes,  forms  but  one  of  the  em- 
 barrassments of  a  poetical  translator  of  the  Breviary. 
 The  real  difficulty  of  the  task  hes  in  the  nature  of  a 
 large  proportion  of  the  hymns  themselves,  many  of 
 which  differ  in  almost  every  particular  from  the 
 ordinary  standard  of  poetical  composition.  Many  of 
 the  hynms,  it  is  true,  are  highly  poetical,  even  in  the 
 
AMERICAN   EDITOR. 
 
 largest  sense  of  the  word ;  but  there  is  also  a  large 
 proportion,  in  which  either  theii-  exceeding  sim- 
 plicity and  plainness,  or  their  practical  and  didactic 
 tone,  deprives  the  writer  of  all  the  ordinaiy  aids  to 
 poetry.  There  is  no  subUmity  to  elevate  his  verse, 
 no  passion  to  give  it  power ;  and  very  often  there  is 
 little  tenderness,  at  least  in  the  common  sense  of  the 
 word,  to  make  it  steal  to  the  heart.  The  very 
 language  itself  presents  a  fresh  embarrassment,  A 
 sentiment  which  may  be  terse  and  pointed  enough  in 
 the  close  and  expressive  phrase  of  the  Latin  original, 
 becomes  vague,  and  loose,  and  weak,  when  expanded 
 into  the  lengthy  EngUsh  equivalent ;  and  when,  to 
 these  inherent  difficulties  of  the  subject,  we  add  the 
 trammels  imposed  by  the  necessity  of  more  than 
 ordinarily  Mteral  translation  and  of  adherence  to  the 
 metres  adapted  to  congregational  uses,  we  shall  have 
 some  data  by  which  to  estimate  the  full  requirements 
 of  the  task. 
 
 "  It  is  no  ordinary  merit  on  Mr.  Caswall's  part, 
 therefore,  that  his  success  appears  to  us  to  be  great- 
 est in  those  very  portions  of  his  work  which  presented 
 the  greatest  difficulty.  His  translations  of  the  great 
 and  striking  hymns,  are,  no  doubt,  eminently  success- 
 ful. But  we  cannot  help  regarding  it  as  a  still  greater 
 
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 evidence  of  his  peculiar  adaptation  for  the  task 
 which  he  undertook,  that  in  the  most  plain  and  un- 
 poetical  of  them  all,  he  has,  generally  speaking,  suc- 
 ceeded in  preserving  all  the  plainness  and  simplicity 
 of  the  original,  without  permitting  it  to  degenerate 
 into  commonplace,  or,  at  least,  into  inelegance." 
 
 A  very  great  merit  of  Mr.  Caswall's  collection  is 
 its  completeness.  Catholics  need  not  be  told  that 
 any  mere  arbitrary  selection  of  a  portion  of  the 
 hymns  of  the  Breviary, — of  the  Missal, — a  portion  of 
 the  Sequences, — involves  in  itself  a  contradiction  and 
 an  injury.  Not  that  many  of  these  compositions  are 
 wanting  in  poetical  and  devotional  beauties  of  a  very 
 high  order.  But  the  hymns  of  the  Breviary  office  of 
 the  Church,  for  instance,  though  the  work  of  many 
 hands,  the  production  of  different  times,  and  the  off- 
 spring of  various  circumstances  and  occasions,  form 
 now,  as  presented  to  us  by  the  Church,  a  harmonious 
 and  connected  whole;  of  which,  no  part,  even  the 
 smallest,  is  without  its  settled  purpose  and  signifi- 
 cance,— ^hidden  and  mystical  it  may  be,  but  all  con- 
 tributing to  the  general  fitness  and  beauty, — none 
 which  can  be  separated  without  damage  to  itself  and 
 the  unity  of  the  design. 
 
 Thus,  to  quote  again  the  journal  already  alluded 
 
AMERICAN  EDITOR.  H 
 
 to:— "To  make  an  arbitrary  selection  among  these 
 parts— to  adopt  some  and  exclude  others— to  muti- 
 late, or  in  any  way  to  modify,  the  portions  thus 
 selected— even  to  disturb  their  order  or  arrangement 
 —is  to  destroy  the  harmony  as  well  as  the  fitness  of 
 the  general  design.    A  stranger,  reading  an  occasion- 
 al hymn  of  the  Roman  Breviary,  may,  no  doubt,  be 
 struck  by  the  many  beauties  and  excellencies  which 
 he  will  discover  therein.    But,  to  those  who  are 
 familiar  with  that  most  wonderful  work  of  piety,  we 
 need  to  say  that  much,  at  the  same  time,  will  escape 
 him,  unless  he  knows  the  antecedents  and  the  con- 
 sequents.   The  offices  of  Advent  lose  haK  their  signifi- 
 cance, unless  they  be  read  with  relation  to  the  great 
 festival  which  they  introduce.    The  offices  of  Lent 
 have  a  necessary  reference  to  the  Passion  and  to  the 
 Paschal  mysteries ;  and  yet,  although  each  of  these 
 classes  thus  differs  from  the  other  in  its  object  and 
 tendency,  it  would  be  easy  to  show,  nevertheless, 
 that  they  have  such  a  common  relation  to  one  an- 
 other, that  neither  is  in  itself  complete  and  perfect, 
 even  as  a  part  of  the  great  annual  circle.    The  offices 
 of  Apostles,  or  of  martyrs,  or  of  bishops,  receive 
 their  complement  in  those  of  confessors,  of  virgins,  or 
 widows,  and  vice  versa;  and  the  common  offices  of 
 
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 these  several  classes  find  not  only  a  pleasing  and 
 grateful  variation,  but  a  useful  and  edifying  com- 
 mentary, in  the  proper  ofiices  of  particular  saints. 
 To  select  the  proper  hymns  of  Advent,  of  Christmas, 
 of  Lent,  of  Easter,  and  to  pass  by  those  of  the  great 
 saints,  whose  ofl&ces,  as  arranged  in  the  Breviary, 
 relieve  and  diversify  them — ^to  translate  every  hymn 
 and  every  sequence  of  the  Pentecostal  ofiice,  and  to 
 suppress  altogether  the  noble  hymns  and  sequences 
 of  the  office  of  Corpus  Christi — is  to  mutilate  and 
 deform  instead  of  translating ;  it  is  to  suppress  the 
 most  essential  and  characteristic  elements  of  the 
 great  design — to  present  the  building  without  the 
 portico,  or  to  leave  the  portico  in  solitary  and  im- 
 meaning  loneliness," 
 
 Mr.  Caswall  has  avoided  this  fatal  error.  His 
 collection  comprises  not  only  the  hynms  of  Vespers, 
 but  those  of  Matins,  Lauds,  and  the  lesser  hours,  as 
 well  as  the  hymns  of  the  common,  and  also  the 
 proper  ones,  both  of  the  seasons  and  the  saints, 
 throughout  the  year ;  so  as,  by  means  of  the  table 
 prefixed,  to  serve  as  a  complete  manual  of  devotion- 
 al poetry  for  every  day,  and  for  all  holydays,  and 
 saints'  days,  of  the  ecclesiastical  year. 
 
 It  has,  therefore,  been  transferred  entire  and  un- 
 
AMERICAN  EDITOR.  1"3 
 
 changed  (save  in  a  few  unimportant  points)  to  the 
 present  collection,  of  which  it  forms  the  &-st  part, 
 under  the  title  of  the  "  Sacred  Year." 
 
 The  second  part  of  this  publication  comprises  a 
 selection  of  hymns  and  anthems,  for  particular  occa- 
 sions of  devotion,  from  various  approved  sources, — 
 chiefly  "Jesus  and  Mary,  or  Catholic  Hymns,"  by 
 Rev.  F.  W.  Faber,  (London,  1849,)  and  "Hymns  of 
 the  Heart,"  by  Matthew  Brydges,  Esq. ;  both  of  them 
 the  contributions  of  the  taste,  genius,  and  piety  of 
 their  authors  to  the  service  of  the  Church,  to  which 
 the  mercy  of  Cod  has  led  their  wandering  feet ;  and 
 "The  Catholic  Choraliet,"  by  Rev.  Wm.  Young, 
 (DubHn,  1842.) 
 
 The  third  part  is  devoted  to  sacred  poetiy  of  a 
 less  strictly  devotional  cast. 
 
 It  contains,  in  addition  to  a  few  pieces  from 
 modern  poets,  usually  found  in  collections  like  the 
 present,  a  selection  from  the  compositions  of  writers 
 of,  it  may  be,  less  than  the  highest  genius,  but  of 
 unquestioned  Catholicity,  genuine  piety,  and  pure 
 morality. 
 
 The  Catholic  reader  will  indulge  the  effort,  so  far 
 as  a  very  few  selections  may  go,  to  snatch  from  the 
 neglect  to  which  the  fanaticism  of  some,  and  the  pre- 
 
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 occupation  of  others,  -would  consign  them,  the  Cath- 
 olic poets  of  our  earlier  English  hterature, — the  sim- 
 ple and  earnest  strains  of  Southwell,  a  poet,  priest, 
 and  martyr,  whose  unshaken  soul  passed  away  in 
 song  from  the  fires  of  persecution, — Crashaw,  whose 
 tender  fancy  and  graceful  zeal  have  extorted  the 
 highest  praises  of  unfriendly  judges, — the  manly 
 virtue  of  Habington,  piu-e  in  an  age  of  license, — the 
 later  compositions  of  Dryden,  the  atonements  laid  by 
 his  repentant  muse  on  the  altar  of  religion. 
 
 And  if  there  should  be  one  or  two  yet  standing 
 apart,  admitted  to  be  of  this  goodly  company,  be  it 
 in  virtue  of  the  spirit  which  inspires  them  with 
 strains  not  theirs,  but  "  of  a  higher  mood,"  and 
 makes  them  bear  witness  unconsciously  to  the  truth : 
 whereunto  let  us  hmnbly  hope,  it  is  in  the  uncov- 
 enanted  mercies  of  God,  that  they  are  yet  to  attain. 
 
 A  classified  Table  of  the  principal  Hymns  adapted 
 to  particular  occasions  of  devotion  has  been  added, 
 which,  with  the  very  full  classified  Table  for  the 
 week-days,  Sundays,  and  holydays,  throughout  the 
 year,  render  the  present  work  a  complete  manual 
 of  devotional  exercises,  and  make  it  acceptable  and 
 advantageous  to  the  faithful. 
 
 Feast  of  the  Visitation,  July,  1850. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 Of  Edwaed  Caswall,  M.  A.,  to  his  Lyra  Catholica. 
 
 "  Thk  Breviary  Office  of  the  Church,"  remarks  the 
 reverend  author  of  the  Catholic  Ghoralist,  "  is,  next 
 to  the  august  Sacrifice  of  the  Altar,  the  most  accept- 
 able tribute  of  praise  that  man  can  offer  to  his 
 Maker ;  and  although,  by  reason  of  their  various 
 secular  avocations,  the  laity  are  not  bound,  like  the 
 clergy,  to  its  recital,  yet  that  portion  of  it  which 
 includes  the  Hymns  and  Canticles,  might  be  fre- 
 quently, if  not  daily,  recited  by  them,  with  great 
 spiritual  benefit  and  fruit.  Thus,  besides  the  happi- 
 ness of  uniting  with  the  Church  in  an  important 
 portion  of  her  most  acceptable  service,  the  Faithful 
 would  become  daily  more  and  more  enlightened  on 
 the  sublime  truths  and  mysteries  of  Religion,  and 
 furnished  with  the  most  pathetic  and  edifying  sub- 
 jects of  instruction  and  meditation."  He  adds,  that 
 it  was  his  wish  to  have  inserted  in  his  collection, 
 together  with  the  Vesper  hymns  which  he  gives, 
 
16  PREFACE. 
 
 those  also  of  Matins  and  Lauds,  but  that  his  engage- 
 ments had  not  allowed  him  the  necessary  leisure  for 
 their  translation,  with  the  exception  of  a  few  only 
 of  the  Matutinal  hymn%. 
 
 The  want  thus  intimated,  it  has  been  the  object 
 of  the  present  Translator  to  supply.  How  imper- 
 fectly he  has  succeeded  in  his  task,  none  can  feel 
 more  than  himself;  yet,  circumstances  having  afford- 
 ed him,  during  the  past  year,  an  unlooked-for  amoimt 
 of  leisure,  he  thought  he  could  not  employ  it  more 
 dutifully  to  the  Church  (feeling,  at  the  same  time, 
 strongly  attracted  to  the  subject)  than  in  an  attempt 
 to  exhibit,  for  the  first  time  in  an  English  form,  the 
 entire  series  of  those  divine  Hymns,  which,  in  their 
 Latin  originals,  have  through  ages  been,  and  still 
 continue  to  be,  to  countless  saintly  souls,  the  joy 
 and  consolation  of  their  earthly  pilgrimage, 
 
 Tlie  present  contribution  to  the  existing  store  of 
 Catholic  vernacular  Hynms,  consists  of  three  portions. 
 The  first,  and  by  far  the  largest  portion,  comprehends 
 all  the  Hymns  in  the  Roman  Breviary,  including 
 those  in  the  Officia  Sanctorum  Angliae ;  the  second 
 portion  comprises  the  Hymns  and  Sequences  of  the 
 Roman  Missal;  and  the  third  consists  of  Hymns 
 from  various  sources.     Of  these  latter  it  may  be 
 
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 observed,  that  the  Hymns  on  the  Nativity,  Annun- 
 ciation, and  Visitation,  of  our  Blessed  Lady,  as  also 
 those  to  St.  Anne,  St.  Stephen,  and  St.  John  the 
 Evangelist,  are  from  the  Monastic  Breviary  of 
 Cluny;  those  on  the  Purification  and  the  Assump- 
 tion, the  Hymn  to  Jesus,  and  that  for  Sunday 
 Morning,  from  the  Parisian  Breviary,  and  those 
 to  St.  Joseph,  St.  Peter,  St.  Paul,  and  St.  Pius  the 
 Fifth,  from  the  Raccolta  delle  Indulgenze.  Every 
 hymn,  without  exception,  has  been  newly  translated 
 from  the  Latin ;  and  there  is  reason  to  believe,  that 
 nearly  half  the  hymns  here  given  have  never  before 
 appeared  in  the  English  tongue. 
 
 As  respects  the  Hymns  in  general,  it  may  be 
 useful  to  remark,  that  the  greater  number  of  them 
 appear  to  have  been  originally  written,  not  with  a 
 view  to  private  reading,  but  for  the  pm-pose  of  being 
 sung  to  the  beautiful  ecclesiastical  melodies  by  Mo- 
 nastic and  other  Religious  Bodies  at  their  Office  in 
 Choir.  This  circumstance  will  serve  to  explain  a 
 few  scattered  expressions,  which  otherwise  might 
 seem  unreal ;  as,  for  instance,  where  allusions  occur 
 to  the  practice  of  rising  at  midnight  to  sing  praises 
 to  God ; — and  if,  on  the  one  hand,  some  few  of  the 
 Hymns  may  so  far  appear  less  adapted  to  the  use  of 
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18  PREFACE. 
 
 persons  living  in  the  world,  it  is  oui*  gain  surely,  on 
 the  other  hand,  thus,  by  occasional  glimpses,  to  be 
 reminded  of  that  more  perfect  hfe,  which  has  never 
 ceased  to  be  a  reaUty  in  the  Catholic  Church. 
 
 Another  advantage,  which  we  owe,  doubtlfess,  in 
 a  measure,  to  the  same  circumstance — an  advantage 
 not  to  be  despised  in  a  sentimental  age — is  the 
 exceedingly  plain  and  practical  character  of  these 
 Hymns.  Written  with  a  view  to  constant  daily  use, 
 they  aim  at  something  more  than  merely  exciting  the 
 feelings.  They  have  a  perpetual  reference  to  action. 
 Their  character  is  eminently  objective.  Their  ten- 
 dency is,  to  take  the  individual  out  of  himself ;  to  set 
 before  him,  in  turn,  all  the  varied  and  sublime  Objects 
 of  Faith  ;  and  to  blend  him  with  the  universal  family 
 of  the  Faithful.  In  this  respect  they  utterly  differ 
 from  the  hymn-books  of  modern  heretical  bodies, 
 which,  dwelling  as  they  do,  almost  entirely  on  the 
 state  and  emotions  of  the  individual,  tend  to 
 inculcate  the  worst  of  all  egotisms. 
 
 And  here,  although  the  Ti-anslator  may  seem  to 
 be  pleading  his  own  cause,  yet  he  cannot  refrain 
 from  observing,  that  truly  poetical  as  are  many  of 
 these  Hymns,  as  indeed  well  befits  the  sacred  out- 
 pourings of  Christ's  tender  Spouse,  still,  as  a  whole, 
 
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 the  devotional  is  their  primary  and  least  disappoint- 
 ing aspect.  Whoever  attempts  to  read  them  as  mere 
 poetry,  will  obtain  from  them  little  of  that  delight 
 which  they  are  capable  of  inspiring.  And  as  this  is 
 true  of  the  original  Latin,  so  it  is  truer  still  of  the 
 Hymns  as  they  apjDear  in  the  present  translation ;  in 
 which,  it  is  to  be  feared,  the  imadorned  simplicity  of 
 the  prototype  has  too  often  degenerated  into  plain- 
 ness ;  while  its  beauties  have  been  faintly  reflected, 
 and  their  clear  edge  blunted  in  passing  through  a 
 too  earthly  medium. 
 
 Something  still  remains  to  be  said  respecting  the 
 Table  prefixed  to  the  present  Collection.  It  may  be 
 observed,  then,  for  the  sake  of  those  who  are  un- 
 acquainted with  the  subject,  that  several  very 
 important  Feasts,  as,  for  instance,  those  of  the 
 Blessed  Virgin,  and  of  nearly  all  the  Apostles,  have 
 no  special  Hymns  of  their  own  in  the  Roman 
 Breviary,  but  draw  their  Hymns  from  the  Com- 
 mon of  Saints,  whereas  certain  other  Feasts  of 
 inferior  rank  have  special  Hymns  attached  to  them. 
 Hence  it  was  found  that  a  mere  statement  of 
 contents,  however  complete,  would  convey  to  the 
 iminitiated  eye  a  very  inadequate  and  even  erroneous 
 view  of  the  Catholic  Festivals ;  and  a  Calendar  was 
 
20  PREFACE. 
 
 accordingly  chosen  instead,  both  as  serving  to  correct 
 any  such  apparent  disproportion  in  the  Hymns,  and 
 also  with  the  view  of  rendering  them  more  readily 
 serviceable  for  daily  use,  in  the  event  of  any  person 
 desiring  so  to  employ  them.  By  its  aid,  the  very 
 youngest  readers  will  be  able  to  follow,  with  suf- 
 ficient exactness,  the  course  of  the  ecclesiastical 
 year;  and  happy  indeed  will  the  Translator  be,  if 
 this  httle  book  may  thus  be  permitted  to  have  some 
 share  in  fostering,  among  the  youth  of  om-  Catholic 
 Seminaries,  that  ecclesiastical  spirit,  which  finds  its 
 true  home  nowhere  but  in  the  CathoUc  heart,  and 
 which,  if  it  be  not  necessary  to  the  soul,  is  assuredly 
 a  most  lovely  grace,  and  a  powerful  auxiliary  of  the 
 Faith. 
 
 It  will  be  observed,  that  on  certain  special  Feasts, 
 after  a  reference  to  the  proper  hymns  in  the  Breviary, 
 reference  is  also  made,  in  the  Table,  to  the  Sequence 
 for  the  day,  where  there  happens  to  be  one,  as  also 
 to  the  Hymns  from  various  sources.  The  object  of 
 this  is,  to  give,  at  a  single  glance,  all  the  Hymns  in 
 the  Collection  that  belong  to  any  particular  Day,  and, 
 at  the  same  time,  to  render  the  Calendar  a  complete 
 table  of  reference  to  the  entire  contents  of  the 
 volume. 
 
PREFACE.  21 
 
 As  regards  the  terms  used  in  this  translation,  it 
 may  be  as  well  to  notice,  that  the  word  cultus,  in  the 
 few  places  where  it  occurs,  has  been  translated  wor- 
 ship, no  other  English  term  presenting  itself  as,  on 
 the  whole,  so  highly  authorized,  or  as  so  well  express- 
 ing the  character  of  that  homage,  supernatural 
 though  not  divine,  which  the  Christian  soul  takes 
 delight  in  paying  to  the  Angels  and  Saints,  and  to 
 their  blessed  Queen. 
 
 In  conclusion,  the  Translator  desires  to  express 
 here  his  warm  thanks  to  those  kind  friends,  both  of 
 the  clergy  and  laity,  who  have  assisted  him  in  his 
 work;  as  also  his  acknowledgments  for  the  help 
 which  he  has  received  from  existing  versions. 
 
 Feast  of  St.  Thomas  of  Canterbury,  1848. 
 
A   TABLE 
 
 SHOWING  THE  PROPER  HYMNS  FOR  EVERY  DAY  THROUGH 
 THE  YEAR. 
 
 Arranged  according  to  the  Roman  Calendar. 
 
 HYMNS  FOR  THE  WEEK  WHEN  NOT  OTHERWISE  APPOINTED. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Sunday Matins 49 
 
 Lauds 52 
 
 Vespers 59 
 
 Hymn  for  Sunday  Morning 336 
 
 Monday Matins 60 
 
 Lauds 61 
 
 Vespers 63 
 
 Tuesday Matins 64 
 
 Lauds 65 
 
 Vespers 67 
 
 Wednesday.  .Matins 68 
 
 Lauds 69 
 
 Vespers 70 
 
 Thursday  . .  .Matins 72 
 
 Lauds 73 
 
 Vespers 74 
 
 Friday Matins 75 
 
 Lauds 77 
 
 Vespers 78 
 
24  HYMNS    FOPu    THE    U^EEK. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Saturday Matins 79 
 
 Lauds 81 
 
 Vespers 82 
 
 On  Sundays  and  Week-days. 
 
 Prime 55 
 
 Terce 56 
 
 Sext 57 
 
 None 58 
 
 Compline 83 
 
 AXTIPHONS  OF  THE  BLES.SED  VIRGIN. 
 
 From  the  first  Sunday  in  Advent  to  the  Feast  of  the 
 
 Purification 84 
 
 From  the  Pui-ification  of  the  Blessed  Virgin  to  Palm- 
 Sunday  85 
 
 From  Easter  Sunday  to  Whit-sunday 85 
 
 From  Trinity  Sunday  to  the  last  Simday  after  Pentecost  86 
 
HYMNS  ON  THE  MOVEABLE  FEASTS. 
 
 N.  B.    The  Hymiis  at  Second  Vespers  are  the  same  as  at  First  Vespera. 
 
 Hymns  which,  though  not  belonging  to  the  office  of  the  day,  may  be  used  for 
 
 it,  are  marked  in  brackets ;  thus,  [    ]. 
 
 Vesp. 
 
 Mat. 
 
 Lauds. 
 
 Sundays  and  Week-days  in  Advent — 
 
 89 
 
 91 
 
 92 
 
 Friday  after  Septuagesima  Sunday. 
 
 Prayer  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  on 
 
 Mount  Olivet 
 
 106 
 
 106 
 
 107 
 
 Friday  after  Sexagesima  Sunday. 
 
 The  Passion  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ. 
 
 109 
 
 111 
 
 112 
 
 [Part  II.  363.] 
 
 Friday  after  Quinquagesima  Sunday. 
 
 The  most  holy  Crown  of  Thorns  of 
 
 our  Lord  Jesus  Christ 
 
 114 
 
 114 
 
 115 
 
 Ash  Wednesday,  no    special  Hymns. 
 
 [Part  II.  352.] 
 
 First  Sunday  in  Lent,  and  daUy  tUl 
 
 Passion  Sunday 
 
 116 
 
 118 
 
 120 
 
 Friday  after  the  first  Sunday  in  Lent. 
 
 The  Spear  and  Nails  of  our  Lord 
 
 Jesus  Christ .   
 
 121 
 
 122 
 
 123 
 
 Friday  after  the  second  Sunday  in  Lent. 
 
 The  most  holy  Winding  Sheet  of  our 
 
 Lord  Jesus  Christ 
 
 124 
 
 126 
 
 128 
 
26                         A    TABLE    OF    HYMNS 
 
 1 
 
 Friday  after  the  third  Sunday  in  Lent. 
 
 Vesp.  1  Mat. 
 
 Lauds. 
 
 The  most  holy  Fire  Wounds  of  our 
 
 Lord  Jesus  Christ. 
 
 Hymns  as  on  Passion  Sunday 
 
 135 
 
 137 
 
 139 
 
 i            [Part  n.  366.] 
 
 '      Friday  after  the  fourth  Sunday  in  Lent. 
 
 The  most  precious  Blood  of  our  Lord 
 
 Jesus  Christ 
 
 129 
 
 131 
 
 133 
 
 [Part  n.  347,  349.]' 
 
 Passion  Sunday  and  through  the  week. 
 
 135 
 
 137 
 
 139 
 
 [Part  IL  369.] 
 
 Friday  after  Passion  Sunday. 
 
 The  Seven  Dolom-s  of  the  Blessed 
 
 Virgin  Mary 
 
 182 
 
 184 
 
 1S5 
 
 [The  same,  Part  H.  376.] 
 
 Palm-Sunday,  and  the  Monday,  Tuesday, 
 
 and  Wednesday  following. 
 
 as  on  Passion  Sunday 
 
 135 
 
 137 
 
 139 
 
 Hj-mn  simg   on  Palm-Sunday,  during 
 
 the  Procession  before  Mass, 
 
 277. 
 
 Maimday  Thm-sday,  Hymn  sung  during 
 
 the  Procession  after  Mass, 
 
 as  at  Vespers  on  the  Feast 
 
 of  Corpus  Christi,  156. 
 
 Good-Friday,  Hymn  sung  during  the 
 
 Adoration  of  the  Cross,  278. 
 
 Hymn  of  St.  Francis  Xavier,  338. 
 
 Holy  Satm-day.    For  this  day,  as  for  the 
 
 two  preceding,  there  are  no 
 
 hymns  in  the  Office  of  the 
 
 Day. 
 
ON    THE    MOVE  ABLE,  FEASTS. 
 
 27 
 
 Easter  Sunday,  and  through  the  week. 
 
 Vesp. 
 
 Mat. 
 
 Lauds. 
 
 No  hjTnns  in  the  Office  of 
 
 the  Day. 
 
 Sequence  at  Mass,  279. 
 
 Hymn  at  Benediction  of  the  Blessed 
 
 Sacrament,  293;  and  [Part  n.347.] 
 
 Low  Simday,  and  through  Easter,  to 
 
 Ascension-day  
 
 140 
 
 142 
 
 144 
 
 Ascension-day,  and  daily  till  Whitsun- 
 
 day   , 
 
 145 
 
 147 
 
 145 
 
 Hymn  to  Jesus,  333;  and  [Part  n.357.] 
 
 Whitsunday,  and  daily  to  Trinity  Sunday 
 
 149 
 
 150 
 
 152 
 
 Sequence  at  Mass,  280. 
 
 Hymn  to  the  Holy  Ghost,  334 ;  and 
 
 [Part  11.  374.] 
 
 Trinity  Sunday 
 
 154 
 
 155 
 
 155 
 
 [Part  11.  3.50.] 
 
 Corpus  Christi,  and  through  the  Octave 
 
 156 
 
 158 
 
 160 
 
 Sequence  at  Mass,  282. 
 
 Rhyme  of  St.  Thomas  Aquinas,  293. 
 
 Prose,  295 ;  and  [Part  II.  363.] 
 
 Friday    after    the    Octave    of    Corpus 
 
 Christi. 
 
 Feast  of  the  most  Sacred  Heart  of 
 
 Jesus  
 
 161 
 
 163 
 
 164 
 
 Another  Office  of  the  same  Feast. . . 
 
 166 
 
 166 
 
 167 
 
 First  Sunday  after  the  Octave  Day  of 
 
 the  Assumption. 
 
 Feast  of  the  Sacred  Heart  of  Mary. . 
 
 213 
 
 215 
 
 215 
 
 For  hymns  on  the  Sundays  after  Pente- 
 
 cost,   see    Hymns   for   the 
 
 Week,  p.  24. 
 
HYMNS  BELONGING  TO  THE  COMMON 
 OF  SAINTS. 
 
 On  Feasts  of  the  Blessed  Virgin  Mary. . 
 Common  of  Apostles 
 
 In  Easter 
 
 Of  One  Martyr 
 
 In  Easter 256 
 
 Of  Many  Martyrs 
 
 In  Easter 261 
 
 Of  a  Confessor  and  Bishop 
 
 Of  a  Confessor  not  a  Bishop  
 
 Of  Virgins 
 
 Of  Holy  Women 
 
 Of  the  Dedication  of  a  Church 
 
 Vesp. 
 
 Mat. 
 
 243 
 
 245 
 
 248 
 
 250 
 
 251 
 
 251 
 
 254 
 
 254 
 
 257 
 
 258 
 
 261 
 
 261 
 
 261 
 
 261 
 
 266 
 
 267 
 
 269 
 
 270 
 
 270 
 
 270 
 
 246 
 248 
 253 
 255 
 
 259 
 
 263 
 264 
 
 272 
 
HYMNS  FOR  EACH  MONTH. 
 
 N.  B.   Feasts  of  Obligation  are  marked  in  capital  letters ;  Feasts  of  Devotion 
 in  Italics. 
 
 Abbbbviations.— Ap.  Apostle— Bish.  Bishop— Comm.  Common— Conf.  Con- 
 fessor—Mart. Martyr— Virg.  Virgin— An  asterisk  (*)  implies  that  a 
 change  is  to  be  made  in  the  first  stanza  of  hte  Confessor. 
 
 Hymns  which,  though  not  belonging  to  the  office  of  the  day,  may  be  used 
 for  it,  are  in  this  table  inclosed  in  brackets :  thus,  [    ]. 
 
 JAJfU^aRY. 
 
 1  CIRCUMCISION  OF   OUR  LORD,     Hymns  as  on  Christmas-Day. 
 
 Vesp.  94.    Mat.  94.    Lauds  95. 
 
 2  Octave-Day  of  St.  Stephen.     Comm.  of  one  Mart.     (See  preceding 
 
 page.) 
 
 3  Octave-Day  of  St.  John  the  Evangelist,    Comm.  of  Ap,    (See  preceding 
 
 page.) 
 
 4  Octave-Day  of  Holy  Innocents,  as  on  the  Day.    Mat,  97,    Lauds  98. 
 
 Vesp.  98. 
 
 5  Octave-Day  of  St.  Thomas  of  Canterbury,  and  Vigil  of  the  Epiphany,  as 
 
 on  Christmas-Day.     Mat.  94.     Lauds  95. 
 
 6  EPIPHANY  OF  OUR  LORD,  and  during  the  Octave.     Vesp.  99. 
 
 Mat.  99.    Lauds  100. 
 Second  Sunday  after  Epiphany — 
 
 Feast  of  the  Moat  Holy  Name  of  Jesus.    Vesp,  102.    Mat.  103. 
 Lauds  104;  and  [Part  HI.  504.] 
 
 13  Octave-Day  of  the  Epiphany,  as  on  the  Day. 
 
 14  St.  Hilary.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish,* 
 
 15  St.  Paul  the  first  Hermit,    Comm.  of  Conf,  not  Bish,* 
 
30  CALENDAR. 
 
 15  St.  Marcellus,  Pope.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 17  St.  Anthony,  Abbot.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 18  St.  Peter's  Chair  at  Rome.    Vesp.  171.    Mat.  171.    Laudfl  172.    Re- 
 
 sponaory  of  St.  Peter,  321. 
 
 19  St.  Wolatan.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 20  SS.  Fabian  and  Sebastian.    Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 21  St.  Agnes.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart. 
 
 22  SS.  Vincent  and  Anastasius.     Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 23  Desponsation  of  B.  V.  Mary,  as  on  her  Feasts.    (See  page  28.) 
 
 24  St.  Timothy,  Bish.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 25  Conversion  of  St.  Paul.    Vesp.  173.    Mat.  173.    Lauds  from  the  Comm. 
 
 of  Ap.    Responsory  of  St.  Paul,  323. 
 
 26  St.  Polycarp,  Bish.     Coumi.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 27  St.  John  Chrysostom.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 28  St.  Raymund  of  Pennafort.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 29  St.  Francis  of  Sales.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 30  St.  Martina.    Vesp.  174.     Mat.  175.     Lauds  176. 
 
 31  St.  Peter  Nolaaco.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 FEBR  UAR  Y. 
 
 1  St.  Ignatius,  Bish.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 2  Purification  of  B.  V.  Mary,  or  Candlemas-Day,  as  on  her  Feasts.    Hymn 
 
 on  the  Purification,  316. 
 
 3  St.  Blase,  Bish.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 4  St.  Andrew  Corsini.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 5  St.  Agatha.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart. 
 
 6  St.  Dorothy.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart. 
 
 7  St.  Romuald,  Abbot.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 8  St.  John  of  Matha.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 9  St.  ApoUonia.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart. 
 10  St.  Scholastica.    Comm.  of  Virg.  not  Mart. 
 
 14  St.  Valentine,  Priest.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 15  SS.  Faustinus  and  Jovita.    Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 18  St.  Simeon,  Bish.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
CALENDAR.                                    31 
 
 22 
 
 St.  Peter's  Chair  at  Antiocli,  as  .at  Rome.     Vesp.  HI.     Mat,   171.         , 
 
 Lauds  na. 
 
 23 
 
 St.  Peter  Damian.    Conim.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 24 
 
 or  (in  leap-year)  -25    St.  Matthias.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 JSIARCH. 
 
 1 
 
 St.  David,  Patron  of  Wales.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 1        ^ 
 
 St.  Chad.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 4 
 
 St.  Casimir.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 7 
 
 St.  Thomas  of  Aquin.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 8 
 
 St.  John  of  God.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 9 
 
 St.  Frances,  Widow.    Comm.  of  holy  Women. 
 
 10 
 
 The  Forty  Martyrs  of  Sebaste.    Comm.  of  many  Mart.                                      | 
 
 12 
 
 St.  Gregory  the  Great,  Pope,  Ap.  of  England.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and 
 
 Bish.                                                                                                                      1 
 
 n 
 
 St.  Patrick,  Ap.  of  Ireland.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish ;  and  [Part  H.          ' 
 
 416, 418.]                                                                                                               I 
 
 18 
 
 St.  Gabriel  the  Archangel.    Vesp.  177.    Mat.    177.    Lauds,  first  two 
 
 and  last  two  st.anzaa  of  All  Saints,  237. 
 
 19 
 
 St.  Joiepi,  Spouse  of  B.  V.  Mary.    Vesp.  178.    Mat.  ISO.    Lauds  181. 
 
 Responsory  of  St.  Joseph,  319  ;  and  [Part  H.  411,  413.]                                  j 
 
 20 
 
 St.  Cuthbert.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.                                                             1 
 
 21 
 
 St.  Benedict,  Abbot.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.                                                  j 
 
 23 
 
 St.  Turibius,  Bish.  of  Lima.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.                                      | 
 
 25 
 
 A:s^NUNCU.TION  of  B.  v.  ]\L\RY,  or  Lady-Day,  as  on  her  Feasts.         , 
 
 Hymna  on  the  Annunciation,  311,312.                                                           i 
 
 ATRIL. 
 
 1 
 
 2 
 
 St  Francis  of  Paula.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 3 
 
 St.  Richard.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 4 
 
 St.  Isidore.    Comm.  of  ConL  and  Bish. 
 
 1        5 
 
 ! 
 
 St.  Vincent  Ferrer.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
32  CALENDAR. 
 
 11  St.  Leo,  Pope.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bidi. 
 
 13  St.  HennenegUd.    Vesp.  186.     Mat.  186.    Lands  187. 
 
 14  SS.  Tiburtios,  Valerian,  and  Maximns.     Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 17  St.  Anicetus,  Pope.    Corom.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 20  St.  Agnes.     Comm.  of  Virg.  not  Mart. 
 
 21  St.  Anselm.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 22  SS.  Soter  and  Caius.     Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 23  St.  George,  Protector  of  England.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 24  St.  Fidelis  of  Sigmaringa.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 25  St.  Mark,  Evang.     Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 26  SS.  Cletus  and  Marcellinas.    Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 29  St.  Peter.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 30  St.  Catharine  of  Sienna.    Comm.  of  Vii^.  not  Mart. 
 
 Third  Sunday  after  Easter.    Patronage  of  St.  Joseph,  as  on  Day ; 
 [Part  n.  411,413.] 
 
 Mji  r. 
 
 1  SS.  Philip  and  James.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 2  St.  Athanasius.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 3  Finding  of  the  Holy  Cross.    Hymns  as  on  Passion  Sunday.     Vesp.  135. 
 
 Mat.  137.     Lauds  139. 
 
 4  St.  Monica,  Widow.    Comm.  of  Holy  Women. 
 
 5  St.  Pius  the  Fifth,  Pope.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.*    Responsory  of 
 
 St.  Pius  the  Fifth,  326. 
 
 6  St.  John  before  the  Latin  Gate.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 7  St.  Stanislaus,  Bish.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 8  Apparition  of   St.   Michael    the  Archangel.      Vesp.   188.      Mat.   188. 
 
 Lauds,  Christ^  sanctorum,  177. 
 
 9  St.  Gregory  Nazianzen.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 10    St.  Antoninus.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 12  SS.  Xereus,  Achillens,  and  Domitella.     Coman.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 14  St.  Boniface.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 16  St.  John  Nepomucen.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 17  St.  Paschal  Baylon.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 18  St.  Venantius.     Vesp.  190.    Mat.  191.     Lands  192. 
 
CALENDAR.  33 
 
 19  St.  Dnnstan,    Coram,  (rf  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 20  St.  Bemardin.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 21  St.  Peter  Celestin,  Pope.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 92  St.  Ubaldus.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 24  The  B.  V.  Mary  the   help  of  Christians.     Vesp.   194. 
 
 Lauds  196. 
 
 25  St.  Aldhelm.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 26  St.  Augustine,  Ap.  of  England.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 27  St.  Philip  Neri.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 28  St.  Gregory  the  Seventh,  Pope.    Comm.  of  Conf,  and  Bish. 
 
 29  Within  the  Octave  of  St.  Augustine,  as  on  Day. 
 
 30  St.  Felix.  Pope.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 SI  St.  Petronilla.    Comm.  of  Virg.  not  Mart. 
 
 JUKE, 
 
 3  St.  Mary  Magdalen  of  Pazzi.     Comm.  of  Virg.  not  Mart. 
 
 4  St.  Francis  Caracciolo.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 5  St.  Boniface,  Ap.  of  Germany.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 6  St.  Norbert.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 8  St.  William.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 9  SS.  Primus  and  Felicianus.    Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 10  St.  Margaret,  Queen  of  Scotland.    Comm.  of  Holy  Women. 
 
 11  St.  Barnabas.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 12  St.  John  1i  Facundo.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 13  St.  Anthony  of  Padua.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 14  St.  BasU.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 15  SS.  Vitus,  Modestus,  and  Crescentia.    Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 18  SS.  Marcus  and  Marcellianus.     Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 19  St.  Juliana  Falconieri.     Vesp.  198.     Mat.  198.    Lands,  Cemm.  of  Virg. 
 
 not  Mart. 
 
 20  St.  SUverius,  Pope.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 21  St.  Aloysius  Gonzaga.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 22  St.  Alban,  First  Martyr  of  England.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 24  Nativity  of  St.  John  the  Baptist.    Vesp.  199.    Mat.  201.    Lauds  202. 
 
 95  St.  William,  Abbot.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 3 
 
34  CALENDAR. 
 
 SS.  John  and  Paul.    Comm.  of  many  Mart, 
 
 Within  the  Octave  of  St.  John  the  Baptist,  as  on  Day. 
 
 St.  Leo,  Pope.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 SS.  Peter  and  Paul.    Vesp,  203.    jVIat.  Comm.  of  Ap.  250.    Lauds, 
 
 Beate  pastor,  172,  and  Egregie  doctor,  173. 
 Commemoration  of  St.  Paul.    Vesp.  173.     IVIat.  173.    Lauds,  Comm.  of 
 
 Ap. 
 
 JULY. 
 
 1  Octave -Day  of  St.  John  the  Baptist,  as  on  Day. 
 
 2  Visitation  of  B.  V.  Mary,  as  on  her  Feasts. 
 
 H)-mn  on  the  Visitation,  314. 
 3,  4,  5    Within  the  Octave  of  SS.  Peter  and  Paul.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 6  Octave-Day  of  SS.  Peter  and  Paul.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 7  Translat.  of  St.  Thomas  of  Canterbury.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 8  St.  Elizabeth,  Queen  of  Portugal.    Vesp.  205.      Mat,  205.     Lauds  206. 
 
 10  Seven  Brothers.    Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 11  St.  Pius,  Pope.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 12  St.  John  Gualbert,  Abbot.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 13  St.  Anacletus,  Pope.     Comm.  of  one  Mart.  • 
 
 14  St.  Bonaventura.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 15  Translation  of  St.  Swithin.    Coaaa.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 16  The  B.  V.  Mary  of  Mount  Camel,  as  on  her  Feasts. 
 
 17  Translation  of  St.  Osmund.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 18  St.  Camillas  de  Lellis.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 19  St.  Vineent  of  Paul.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 20  St.  Jerome  EmUian.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 21  St.  Henry,  Emperor.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 2-2  St.  Mary  IMagdalen.     Vesp.  207.     Mat.  208.     Lauds  209. 
 
 23  St  ApoUinaris.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 24  St.  Alexius.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 25  Si.  Jamea  the  Greater.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 26  St.  Anne,  Mother  of  B.  V.  Mary.     Conmi.  of  Holy  Women.     Hymn  to 
 
 St.  Anne,  308. 
 
 27  St  Pantaleon,    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 28  SS.  Nazarius,  Celsua,  and  Victor.     Conmi.  of  many  Mart. 
 
CALENDAR.  35 
 
 29  St.  Martha.     Comm.  of  Virg.  not  IVIart. 
 
 30  SS.  Abdon  and  Sennen.    Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 31  St.  Ignatius  Loyola.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 AUGUST. 
 
 1  St.  Peter's  Chains.     Vesp.  210.    Mat.  171.     Lauds  172. 
 
 2  St.  Alphonsus  Liguori.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 3  Finding  of  St.  Stephen,  .the  First  Martyr.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 4  St.  Dominic.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 5  The  B.  V.  IVIary  ad  Nives,  as  on  her  Feasts. 
 
 6  Transfiguration  of  mir  Lord.    Vesp.  211.    Mat.  211.    Lauds  212. 
 
 7  St.  Cajetan.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 8  SS.  Cyriacus,  Largus,  &c.     Conmi.  of  many  Mart. 
 10    St.  Laurence.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 12  St.  Clare.     Comm.  of  Virg.  not  Mart. 
 
 13  Within  the  Octave  of  St.  Laurence,  as  on  Day. 
 
 15  ASSUilPTIOX  OF  B.  V.  MARY,  as  on  her  Feasts. 
 
 Hymn  on  the  Assumption,  317  ;  and  [Part  IT.  386.] 
 Sunday  within  the  Octave  of  the  As8uinpti<Ma — 
 
 St.  Joachim,  Father  of  B.  V.  Mary.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 16  St.  Hyacinth.    Comm  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 17  Octave-Day  of  St.  Laurence.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 20  St.  Bernard,  Abbot.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 21  St.  Jane  Frances  de  Chantal,  Widow.    Comm.  of  Holy  Women. 
 
 22  Octave-Day  of  the  Assumption,  as  on  Day. 
 
 23  St.  Philip  Benizi.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 24  St.  Bartholomew.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 25  St.  Louis,  King  of  France.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 26  St.  Zephyrinus,  Pope.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 27  St.  Joseph  Calasanctius.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 28  St.  Augustine.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 29  Beheading  of  St.  John  the  Baptist.    Comm.  of  one.  Mart. 
 
 30  St.  Rose  of  Lima.     Conma.  of  Virg.  not  Mart. ;  and  [Part  n.  422.] 
 
 31  St.  Aidan,    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 Sunday  after  the  Octave-Day  of  the  Assumption,  the  Feast  of  the  Sacred 
 Heart  of  Mary.    Vesp.  213.    Mat.  215.     Lauds  215. 
 
36  CALENDAR. 
 
 SEPTEMBER. 
 
 2    St.  Stephen,  King  of  Hungary.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 5    St.  Laurence  Justinian.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 8  Nativity  of  B.  V.  Mary,  as  on  her  Feasts.    Hynm  on  the  Nativity  of 
 
 B.  V.  Mary,  309. 
 Sunday  within  the  Octave — 
 
 The  most  holy  Name  of  B.  V.  Mary,  as  on  her  Feasts. 
 
 9  Within  the  Octave  of  the  Nativity  of  B.  V.  Mary,  as  on  Day, 
 10    St.  Nicholas  of  Tolentinnm.    Comm,  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 14  Exaltatioti  of  the  Holy  Cross,  as  on  Passion  Sunday.    Vesp.  135.    Mat. 
 
 137.    Lauds  139. 
 
 15  Octave-Day  of  the  Nativity  of  B,  V.  Mary,  as  on  Day. 
 Third  Sunday  in  September — 
 
 The  Seven  Dolours  of  B.   V.  Mary.     Vesp.   216.     Mat.  218, 
 Lauds  219. 
 
 16  SS.  Cornelius  and  Cyprian.     Comm.  of  many  Mart, 
 
 17  Stigmas  of  St.  Francis.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 18  St.  Joseph  of  Cupertino.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 19  St.  Januarius  and  Companions.    Comm.  of  many  Mart, 
 
 20  St.  Eustachiufl  and  Companions.    Comm.  of  many  Mart, 
 
 21  St.  Matthew.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 22  St.  Thomas  of  Villanova.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.* 
 
 23  St.  Linus,  Pope.     Conmi.  of  one  IVIart. 
 
 24  The  B.  V.  Mary  of  Mercy,  as  on  her  Feasts. 
 
 26  SS.  Cyprian  and  Justina.     Comm.  of  many  Mart. 
 
 27  SS.  Cosmas  and  Damian.     Comm.  of  many  Mart, 
 
 28  St  Winceslaus,  Duke.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 29  Dedication  of  St.  Michael,  Archangel.    Vesp.  188,    Mat,  188,    Lauds, 
 
 Christe  sanctorum,  177, 
 
 30  St.  Jerome.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
CALENBAR, 
 
 37 
 
 OCTOBER. 
 
 First  Sunday  in  October— 
 
 The  Most  Holy  Rosary  of  R.  V.  Mary,  as  on  her  Feasts ;  and 
 [Part  II.  388,  Ac] 
 St.  Remigiua.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 The  Holy  Guardian  Angels.     Vesp.  2-21.     Mat.  2-21.     Lauds  -222  ;  and 
 
 [Part  II.  428,  429.] 
 St.  Francis  of  Assiaium.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 St.  Plaeidus  and  Companions.    Conam.  of  many  Jtlart, 
 St.  Bruno.    Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bifih. 
 St.  Mark,  Pope.    Comm.  of  ConfL  not  Bish.* 
 Second  Sunday  in  October— 
 
 Maternity  of  B.  V.  Mary.    Mat.  223,    Lauds  225.     Vesp.  as  on 
 her  Feasts. 
 
 8  St.  Bridget.     Comm.  of  Holy  Women. 
 
 9  SS.  Dionysius,  Rusticus,  and  Eleutherius.    Comm.  of  many  IVIart. 
 10    St.  Francis  Borgia.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 12  St.  Wilfrid.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 13  Translation  of  St.  Edward,  King  and  Confessor.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not 
 
 14  St.  Cttllistns,  Pope.     Conmi.  of  ene  Mart. 
 Third  Sunday  in  October- 
 Purity  of  B.  V.  Mary,    Vesp.  226.    Mat.  227.     Lauds  as 
 
 her  Feasts. 
 
 15  St.  Teresa.     Vesp.  229.    Mat.  230.     Lauds  229. 
 
 17  St.  Hedwiges.    Comm.  of  Holy  Women. 
 
 18  St.  Luke,  Evang.    Comm,  of  Ap. 
 
 19  St.  Peter  of  Alcantara.     Conim.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 •21    St.  Ursula  and  Companions.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart. 
 Fourth  Sunday  in  October — 
 
 Patronage  of  B.  V.  Mary,  as  on  her  Feasts. 
 
 22  St.  John  Cantius.    Vesp.  231.    Mat.  232.    Lauds  234. 
 
 23  Feast  of  our  Most  Holy  Redeemer.    Vesp.  Creator  alme,  89.    Mat.  Reru 
 
 Creator,  68.     Lauds,  Salutis  humanae,  145. 
 
 24  St.  Raphael  the  Archangel.    Veep.  235.     Mat.  235.     Lauds  236. 
 
 25  St.  John  of  Beverly.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
38  CALENDAR. 
 
 26    St.  Evaristus,  Pope.    Comni.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 28  SS.  Simon  and  Jude.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 29  Venerable  Bede.    Comm,  of  Conf.  not  Bish.' 
 
 :N-Or EMBER. 
 
 1  ALL  SATNTS.     Vesp.  237.     Mat.  237.    Lauda  239. 
 
 2  AH  Souls.     No  hymn  in  the  OflBce  of  the  Day.    Sequence  in  Mass  for 
 
 the  Dead,  286  ;  and  [Part  11.  402.] 
 
 3  St.  Wineftid.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart. 
 
 4  St.  Charles  Borromeo.     Comm.  of  Conf,  and  Bish. 
 5,  6,  7     Within  the  Octave  of  All  Saints,  as  on  Day. 
 
 8  Octave-Day  of  All  Saints,  as  on  Day. 
 
 9  Dedication  of  the  Basilica  of  our  Saviour.    Comm.  of  the  Dedication  of 
 
 a  Church. 
 
 10  St.  Andrew  Avellino.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 11  St.  Martin.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 12  St.  Mart ui,  Pope.    Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 13  St.  Didacus.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish. 
 
 14  St.  Stanislaus  Kostka.     Comm.  of  Conf.  not  Bish  J*^ 
 
 15  St.  Gertrude.     Comm.  of  Virg.  not  Mart. 
 
 16  St.  Edmund.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.. 
 
 17  St.  Hugh.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 18  Dedication  of  the  Basilica  of  SS.  Peter  and  Paul.    Comm.  of  the  Dedi- 
 
 cation of  a  Church. 
 
 19  St.  Elizabeth.    Comm.  of  Holy  Women. 
 
 20  St.  Edmund,  King.     Conun.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 21  Presentation  of  B.  V.  Mary,  as  on  her  Feasts. 
 
 22  St.  Cecilia.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart ;  and  [Part  IL  421.] 
 
 23  St.  Clement,  Pope.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 24  St.  John  of  the  Cross.    Conmi.  of  Conf.  not  Bish.* 
 
 25  St.  Catharine.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart 
 
 27  St.  Gregory  Thaum.Hturgu8.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 29  St.  Satuminus.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 30  -S^.  Andrew.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
CALENDAR.  39 
 
 DECEMBER, 
 
 2  St.  Bibiaca.    Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart. 
 
 3  St.  Francis  Xavier.     Coram,  of  Coiif.  not  Bish. 
 -4    St.  Peter  Chrysologus.    Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish,* 
 
 6  St,  Nicholas  of  Ah-ra.    Ccami.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
 7  St.  Ambrose.     Comm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish.*  \ 
 
 8  Conception  of  B.  V.  Maru,  as  on  her  Feasts.  I 
 
 {^*  The  Blessed  Virgin  Marj-,  "  conceived  without  sin,"  is  the         | 
 Patroness  of  the  United  States.    The  feast  is  eolemnized  on 
 the  Sunday  within  the  Octave. 
 Hymns    from    the    Office   of   the    Immaculate    Conception,  .i55;    and 
 [Part  11.  383.] 
 9,  10     Within  the  Octave  of  the  Conception,  as  on  Day. 
 
 11  St.  Damasui,  Pope.     Coumu  of  Cout  and  Bish. 
 
 12  Within  the  Octave  of  the  Conception,  as  on  Day. 
 
 13  St.  Lucy.     Comm.  of  Virg.  and  Mart. 
 15    Octave-Day  of  the  Conception,  as  on  Day. 
 .16    St,  Eusebius,  T5ish.    Coninj.  of  one  Mart. 
 .18    Expectation  of  B.  V.  Mary,  as  on  First  Sunday  in  Advent.     Vesp.  89. 
 
 Mat.  91.     Lauds  9-2. 
 21     St.  TAomas.    Comm.  of  Ap. 
 
 25  NATIVITY  OF  OUR  LORD.    Veep.  94.    Mat.  94.     Lauds  95. 
 Hymn  on  Christmas-Day,  296  ;  and  [Part  II.  346.] 
 
 Memento  rerum  Conditor,  247. 
 
 26  St.  Stephen,  the  First  Martyr.    Comnv  of  one  Mart. 
 Hymn  to  St.  Stephen,  328. 
 
 27  St.  John  the  Svangilut.     Conun.  of  Ap. 
 Hymns  to  St.  John,  330  and  331. 
 
 28  Soil/  Innocents.     Mat.  97.     Lauds  98.     Vesp.  9'^ 
 
 29  St.  Thomas  of  Canterbury.     Comm.  of  one  Mart. 
 
 30  Within  the  Octave  of  the  Nativity,  as  on  Day. 
 
 31  St  Sylvester.    Ccmm.  of  Conf.  and  Bish. 
 
Let  the  word  of  CLnst  dwell  m  you  afmndkntly,  in  ail  wis- 
 dom :  teaching  and  admonishins:  one  another  in  psalms,  hymns, 
 and  apiritual  canticles,  singing  in  grace  in  your  hearts  to  God. 
 
 Epistle  of  St.  PcmI  to  the  Cdoseians^ 
 
INDEX 
 
 OF  SOME  PARTICULAR  DEVOTIONS  AND  RELIGIOUS 
 EXERCISES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 CONFESSION.— 1.  O  Thou  the  Heaven's  Eternal  King 142 
 
 2.  Son  of  the  Highest,  deign  to  cast 209 
 
 3.  Now  let  the  earth  with  joy  resound 248 
 
 4.  Have  mercy  Thou,  most  gracious  God 350 
 
 •5.  The  Antiphons  of  the  B.  V.Mary 84 
 
 CONFIRMATION.— 1.  Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  Blest 149 
 
 2.  Come,  O  Creator  Spirit 334 
 
 3.  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  Light 280 
 
 4.  My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day 442 
 
 DAILY  CONDUCT.— O  Thou  the  Father's  Image  Blest 61 
 
 GUARDIAJSr  ANGELS.— 1 .  Ruler  of  the  dread  inunense 222 
 
 2.  Blest  Spirits  of  light,  oh  ye  have  not  forsaken 428 
 
 3.  Dear  Angel,  ever  at  my  side 429 
 
 FAITHFUL  DEPARTED.— Oh !  turn  to  Jesus,  Mother  turn 402 
 
 FIRST  COMMUNION.— 1.  Jesu,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 102 
 
 2.  O  Jesu,  King  most  wonderful 103 
 
 3.  O  Jesu,  Thou  the  beauty  art 104 
 
 4.  Light  of  the  soul,  O  Saviour  blest 212 
 
 5.  Lo  1  upon  the  Altar  lies 380 
 
 HAPPY  DEATH.— 1.  O  Thou,  true  life  of  all  that  live 58 
 
 2.  Whilst  I  dwell,  O  my  God,  in  this  valley  of  tears. .  469 
 
 HEAVEN.— 1.  Jerusalem,  thou  aty  blest 270 
 
 2.  Mine  be  Sion's  habitation 522 
 
42  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 
 
 PAGB 
 
 HOLY  COMMUNION.— 1.  0  saving  Victim  •  opening  wide 161 
 
 2.  Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory 156 
 
 3.  Lo  !  upon  the  Altar  lies 285 
 
 4.  Hail  to  Thee,  true  Body  sprung 295 
 
 5.  O  Godhead  hid,  devoutly  I  adore  Thee 293 
 
 6.  My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 338 
 
 7.  Hymns  for  Communion 433 
 
 INVOCATION  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST.— 1.  Before  Prayer,  Catechism, 
 
 Singing,  &c 56,334 
 
 2.  Before  Instruction 149 
 
 3.  Before  Sermon 280 
 
 MOUTH  OF  MARY.    Pious  aspirations  for 407 
 
 MOST  SACRED  HEART  OF  JESUS.— 1.  Jesu,  Creator  of  the  world.  161 
 
 2.  Lo  !  how  the  savage  crew 163 
 
 3.  Ark  of  the  Covenant !  not  that 164 
 
 4.  All  ye  who  seek  a  certain  cure 166 
 
 5.  To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace 167 
 
 PASSION  OF  CHRIST.— 1 .  Now  let  us  sit  and  weep 109 
 
 2.  See  where  in  shame Ill 
 
 3.  0*rwhehned  in  depths  of  woe 112 
 
 4.  Daughters  of  Sion  !  royal  maids 114 
 
 5.  Forth  comes  the  standard  of  the  King 135 
 
 6.  Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory 135 — 140 
 
 7.  At  the  cross  her  station  keeping 182 — 186 
 
 PEACE.— 1.  Lord  of  Eternal  Truth  and  Might 57 
 
 2.  Blessed  Lamb,  on  Calvary's  mountain 360 
 
 PRAYER.— 1 .  Preparative  for— When  thou  dost  talk  with  God 505 
 
 2.  Invocation  before — Come,  O  Creator  Spirit 334 
 
 3.  Before  Evening F.ira.  Prayer — OThouEtemal  Source    79 
 
 4.  "  Lift  up  your  hearts."    Yes,  I  will  lift 449 
 
 5.  Distractions  in — Ah !  dearest  Lord,  I  cannot  pray. .  451 
 
 6.  Sweetness  in — Why  dost  thou  beat  so  quick,  my 
 
 heart? 454 
 
 7.  Dryness  in — O  for  the  happy  days  gone  by 457 
 
 REAL  PRESENCE.— 1.  Sion,  lift  thy  voice  and  sing 2S2 
 
 2.  O  Godhead  hid,  devoutly  I  adore  Thee 293 
 
 THANKSGIVING.— Thee,  0  great  God,  we  praise 343 
 
PART  I. 
 
 BEING  THE  HYMNS,  ETC., 
 
 ROMAN   BREVIARY   AND   MISSAL, 
 
 WITH  OTHERS  FROM  VARIOUS  SOURCES, 
 
 ABBANGED   FOB 
 
 EVERY  DAY,  AND  FOR  THE  FESTIVALS  AND  SAINTS'  DAYS 
 THROUGHOUT  THE  YEAR. 
 
 ine,  dilexi  decorum  domua  tuse. 
 
Super  flumina  Babylonis,  illic  sedimus  et  flevimiui,  cum 
 
 recordaremur  Sion, 
 Qnomodo  cantabimus  eanticmii  Domini  in  terra  aliena  ? 
 Si  oblitus  ftiero  tui,  Jerusalem,  oblivioni  detur  dertera  mea. 
 Adhaereat  lingua  mea  faucibus  meis,  si  non  meminero  tui : 
 Si  non  proposuero  Jerusalem  in  principio  l«titi«  mese. 
 
 P«.  136. 
 
GENERAL  COISTTENTS  OF  PART  I 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Table  and  Calendar 23 
 
 Hymns  from  the  Breviary. 
 
 I.     Hymns  FOR  the  Week 47 
 
 Antiphons  of  the  Blessed  Virgin 84 
 
 n.    Hymns  FROM  the  Proper  OF  THE  Season 87 
 
 HI.  Hymns  from  the  Proper  of  Saints 169 
 
 TV.  Hymns  from  the  Common  of  Saints 241 
 
 Hymns  from  the  Missal 275 
 
 Hymns  from  various  Sources. 
 
 At  Benediction  of  tlie  Blessed  Sacrament 293 
 
 From  the  Office  of  the  Immaculate  Conception 300 
 
 Other  Hymns 308 
 
Inmh  ^UL 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  BREVIARY. 
 
 I. 
 
 HYMNS  FOR  THE  WEEK. 
 
SACRED  YEAR. 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  BREVIARY. 
 
 I. 
 
 HYMNS  FOR  THE  WEEK. 
 
 SUNDAY. 
 
 MATINS. 
 Prima  die  quo  Trinitas. 
 
 This  day  the  blessed  Trinity 
 
 The  universe  began ; 
 This  day  the  world's  Creator  rose, 
 
 O'ercoming  death  for  man. 
 4 
 
50  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Casting  betimes  dull  sloth  away, 
 
 We  too  will  rise  by  night; 
 x\nd  with  the  Prophet  seek  the  Lord, 
 
 Before  the  dawning  night. 
 
 So  may  He  stretch  his  hand  to  save. 
 
 And  hear  us  in  his  love  ; 
 And,  cleansed  from  guilt,  our  souls  restore 
 
 To  their  blest  home  above. 
 
 So,  while  on  this  his  holy  Day, 
 
 At  this  most  sacred  hour. 
 Our  psalms  amid  the  stillness  rise, 
 
 May  He  his  blessings  shower. 
 
 Father  of  lights !  keep  us  this  day 
 
 From  sinful  passions  free  : 
 Grant  us,  in  every  word,  and  deed, 
 
 And  thought,  to  honor  Thee. 
 
 Thou  Lord  of  chastity  divine  ! 
 
 Grant  us  the  grace  to  quell 
 Those  flames  impure,  which,  cherished  here, 
 
 Increase  the  flames  of  hell. 
 
HYMNS    FOR    THE    ^VEEK.  51 
 
 Sa\iour,  of  thy  sweet  clemency, 
 
 Wash  Thou  our  sins  away ; 
 Grant  us  thy  peace — grant  us  with  Thee 
 
 The  joys  of  endless  day. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  coequal  Son ; 
 Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost, 
 
 While  ceaseless  ages  run. 
 
 FROM  THE  OCTAVE  OE  PEXTECOST,  TO  THE  SUNDAY 
 NEAREST  THE  FIRST  OP  OCTOBER. 
 
 J^octe  surgentes  vigilemus  omnes. 
 
 Let  us  arise  and  watch  ere  dawn  of  light. 
 And  to  the  Lord  our  hearts  and  voices  raise  ; 
 And  meditate  in  psalms,  and  all  unite 
 In  holy  hymns  of  praise. 
 
 So  joining  in  the  strains  of  Saints  on  high, 
 Hereafter,  in  the  courts  of  Heaven's  great  King, 
 May  we  be  meet  his  praise  eternally 
 With  them  in  bliss  to  sing. 
 
52  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Father  supreme  !  this  grace  on  us  confer, 
 And  Thou,  O  Son  by  an  eternal  birth ! 
 With  Thee,  coequal  Spirit  Comforter ! 
 Whose  glory  fills  the  earth. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Sterne  rerum  conditor. 
 
 Dread  Framer  of  the  earth  and  sky 
 Who  dost  the  light  and  darkness  give ! 
 
 And  all  the  cheerful  change  supply 
 Of  alternating  morn  and  eve ! 
 
 Light  of  the  midnight  traveller ! 
 
 Who  dost  divide  the  day  from  night ! — 
 Loud  crows  the  dawn's  shrill  harbinger. 
 
 And  wakens  up  the  sunbeams  bright. 
 
 Forthwith  at  this,  the  darkness  chill 
 Retreats  before  the  star  of  morn ; 
 
 And  from  their  busy  schemes  of  ill, 
 The  vagrant  crews  of  night  return. 
 
HYMNS   FOR    THE    WEEK.  53 
 
 Fresh  hope,  at  this,  the  sailor  cheers ; 
 The  waves  their  stormy  strife  allay,; 
 The  Church's  Rock  at  this,  in  tears. 
 Hastens  to  wash  his  guilt  away. 
 
 Arise  ye,  then,  with  one  accord ! 
 
 Nor  longer  wrapt  in  slumber  lie ; 
 The  cock  rebukes  all  who  their  Lord 
 
 By  sloth  neglect,  by  sin  deny. 
 
 At  his  clear  cry  joy  springs  afresh; 
 
 Health  courses  through  the  sick  man's  veins ; 
 The  dagger  glides  into  its  sheath ; 
 
 The  fallen  soul  her  faith  regains. 
 
 Jesu !  look  on  us  when  we  fall ; — 
 
 One  momentary  glance  of  thine 
 Can  from  her  guilt  the  soul  recall 
 
 To  tears  of  penitence  di\'ine. 
 
 Awake  us  from  false  sleep  profound. 
 And  through  our  senses  pour  thy  light ; 
 
 Be  thy  blest  name  the  first  we  sound 
 At  early  dawn,  the  last  at  night. 
 
54  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son ; 
 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
 While  everlasting  ages  run. 
 
 FROl  THE  OCTAVE  OE  PENTECOST,  TO  THE  SUNDAY 
 NEAREST  THE  FIEST  OP  OCTOBER. 
 
 Eccejam  noctis  tenuatur  umbra. 
 
 Lo,  fainter  now  lie  spread  the  shades  of  night. 
 And  upward  shoot  the  trembling  gleams  of  morn ; 
 Suppliant  we  bend  before  the  Lord  of  Light, 
 And  pray  at  early  dawn, — 
 
 That  his  sweet  charity  may  all  our  sin 
 Forgive,  and  make  our  miseries  to  cease ; 
 May  grant  us  health,  grant  us  the  gift  divine 
 Of  everlasting  peace. 
 
 Father  supreme  !  this  grace  on  us  confer ; 
 And  Thou,  O  Son  by  an  eternal  birth ! 
 With  Thee,  coequal  Spirit  Comforter ! 
 Whose  glory  fills  the  earth. 
 
HYMNS    FOPv.    THE    WEEK.  55 
 
 HYMN    AT    PROIE. 
 
 ON  SUNDAYS  AND  WEEK-DAYS  THEOUGHOUT  THE 
 YEAR. 
 
 Jam  lucis  orto  sidere.  "^ 
 
 Now  doth  the  sun  ascend  the  sky, 
 And  wake  creation  with  its  ray ; 
 
 Keep  us  from  sin,  O  Lord  most  high! 
 Through  all  the  actions  of  the  day. 
 
 Curb  Thou  for  us  th'  unruly  tongue ; 
 
 Teach  us  the  way  of  peace  to  prize ; 
 And  close  our  eyes  against  the  throng 
 
 Of  earth's  absorbing  vanities. 
 
 Oh,  may  our  hearts  be  pure  within ! 
 
 No  cherish'd  madness  vex  the  soul ! 
 May  abstinence  the  flesh  restrain. 
 
 And  its  rebellious  pride  control. 
 
 So  when  the  evening  stars  appear, 
 And  in  their  train  the  darkness  bring ; 
 
 May  we,  O  Lord,  with  conscience  clear, 
 Our  praise  to  thy  pure  glory  sing. 
 
56  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son  ; 
 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
 While  everlasting  ages  run. 
 
 HYMN    AT    TERCE. 
 
 0^  SUNDAYS  AXD  WEEK-DAYS  THIiOIiaHOUT  THE 
 YExVE. 
 
 J\rimc  sancte  nobis  Spiritus. 
 
 Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  through  each  heart 
 In  thy  full  flood  of  glory  pour ; 
 
 Who,  with  the  Son  and  Father,  art 
 One  Godhead  blest  for  evermore. 
 
 So  shall  voice,  mind,  and  strength  conspire 
 Thy  praise  eternal  to  resound ; 
 
 So  shall  our  hearts  be  set  on  fire, 
 And  kindle  every  heart  around. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son ! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
HYMNS   FOR    THE   WEEK.  57 
 
 HYMN    AT    SEXT. 
 
 ON  SUNDAYS  MD  WEEK-DATS  THEOUGHOUT  THE 
 YE.1E. 
 
 Rector  potens,  verax  Deus. 
 
 Lord  of  eternal  truth  and  might ! 
 
 Ruler  of  nature's  changing  scheme! 
 Who  dost  bring  forth  the  morning  light, 
 
 And  temper  noon's  eifulgent  beam : 
 
 Quench  Thou  in  us  the  flames  of  strife, 
 And  bid  the  heat  of  passion  cease ; 
 
 From  perils  guard  our  feeble  life. 
 And  keep  our  souls  in  perfect  peace. 
 
 Father  of  mercies  !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son ! 
 Who,  mth  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
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58  SACPcED    YEAPw. 
 
 HYMN    AT    NONE. 
 
 ON  SUNDAYS  AND  WEEK-DAYS  THEOUGHOUT  THE 
 YE.1R. 
 
 Rerum  Deus  tenax  vigor. 
 
 O  Thou  true  life  of  all  that  live ! 
 
 Who  dost,  unmoved,  all  motion  sway ; 
 Who  dost  the  mora  and  evening  give, 
 
 And  through  its  changes  guide  the  day  : 
 
 Thy  light  upon  our  evening  pour, — 
 So  may  our  souls  no  sunset  see ; 
 
 But  death  to  us  an  open  door 
 To  an  eternal  morning  be. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son  ! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
HYMNS   FOR    THE    WEEK.  59 
 
 HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 
 
 ON  SUNDAY  WHEN  NO  OTHER  HYMN  IS  APPOINTED,    i 
 
 Lucis  Creator  optime. 
 
 O  BLEST  Creator  of  the  light !  j 
 
 Who  dost  the  dawn  from  darkness  bring ;  | 
 
 And  framing  Nature's  depth  and  height, 
 Didst  with  the  new-born  light  begin  ; 
 
 Who  gently  blending  eve  with  morn, 
 
 And  morn  with  eve,  didst  call  them  day  : — 
 
 Thick  Hows  the  flood  of  darkness  down : 
 Oh,  hear  us  as  we  weep  and  pray ! 
 
 Keep  thou  our  souls  from  schemes  of  crime ; 
 
 Nor  guilt  remorseful  let  them  know ; 
 Nor,  thinking  but  on  things  of  time. 
 
 Into  eternal  darkness  go. 
 
 Teach  us  to  knock  at  Heaven's  high  door ; 
 
 Teach  us  the  prize  of  life  to  win ; 
 Teach  us  all  evil  to  abhor. 
 
 And  purify  ourselves  within. 
 
60  SACRED    YEAR, 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son  ! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
 MONDAY. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Somno  refectis  artubus. 
 
 Our  limbs  with  tranquil  sleep  refresh'd, 
 Lightly  from  bed  we  spring ; 
 
 Father  supreme  !  to  us  be  nigh, 
 While  to  thy  praise  we  sing. 
 
 ^       Thy  love  be  first  in  every  heai-t, 
 Thy  name  on  every  tongue ; 
 Whatever  we  this  day  may  do, 
 May  it  in  Thee  be  done. 
 
 Soon  will  the  morning  star  arise, 
 And  chase  the  dusk  away ; 
 
 Whatever  guilt  has  come  with  night, 
 May  it  depart  with  day. 
 
HYMNS    FOR    THE    WEEK.  61 
 
 Cut  off  in  US,  Almighty  Lord, 
 All  that  may  lead  to  shame  i 
 
 So  with  pure  hearts  may  we  in  bliss 
 Thine  endless  praise  proclaim. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  coequal  Son! 
 Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 
 
 While  ceaseless  ages  run. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 Splendor  paternce  glorice. 
 
 O  Thou  the  Father's  Image  blest ! 
 
 Who  callest  forth  the  morning  ray; 
 O  Thou  eternal  Light  of  light ! 
 
 And  inexhaustive  Fount  of  day ! 
 
 True  Sun  ! — upon  our  souls  arise, 
 
 Shining  in  beauty  evermore  ; 
 And  through  each  sense  the  quiek'ning  beam 
 
 Of  the  eternal  Spirit  pour. 
 
62  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Thee  too,  O  Father,  we  entreat, 
 Father  of  might  and  grace  divine ! 
 
 Father  of  glorious  majesty ! 
 Thy  pitying  eye  on  us  incline. 
 
 Confirm  us  in  each  good  resolve ; 
 
 The  Tempter's  envious  rage  subdue ; 
 Turn  each  misfortune  to  our  good  : 
 
 Direct  us  right  in  all  we  do. 
 
 Rule  Thou  our  inmost  thoughts ;  let  no 
 Impurity  our  hearts  defile ; 
 
 Grant  us  a  true  and  fervent  faith ; 
 Grant  us  a  spirit  free  from  guile. 
 
 w       May  Christ  Himself  be  our  true  Food. 
 And  Faith  our  daily  cup  supply ; 
 While  from  the  Spirit's  tranquil  depth 
 We  drink  unlailing  draughts  of  joy. 
 
 Still  ever  Avith  the  peep  of  morn 
 May  saintly  modesty  attend  ; 
 
 Faith  sanctify  the  midday  hours ; 
 Upon  the  soul  no  night  descend. 
 
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 Fast  breaks  the  dawn. — Each  whole  in  Each, 
 Come,  Father  blest !  come,  Son  most  high ! 
 
 Shine  in  our  souls,  and  be  to  them 
 The  dawn  of  immortality. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son ; 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
 
 While  everlasting  ages  run. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 rmmense  cceli  conditor. 
 
 Lord  of  immensity  sublime  !  ^m 
 
 Who,  lest  the  waters  should  confound 
 
 Thy  world,  didst  them  in  earliest  time 
 Divide,  and  make  the  skies  their  bound ; 
 
 Framing  for  some  on  earth  below, 
 
 For  others  in  the  heav'ns  a  place ; 
 That  so  the  sun's  attemper'd  glow 
 
 Might  not  thy  beauteous  works  efface. 
 
64  SACRED    YHAR. 
 
 Upon  our  fainting  souls  distill 
 The  grace  of  thy  celestial  dew; 
 
 Let  no  fresh  snare  to  sin  beguile, 
 No  former  sin  revive  anew. 
 
 Grant  us  the  grace,  for  love  of  Thee, 
 To  scorn  all  vanities  below ; 
 
 Faith  to  detect  each  falsity ; 
 
 And  knowledge.  Thee  alone  to  know 
 
 Father  of  mercies  I  hear  our  ciy ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son! 
 Who,  with,  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
 TUESDAY. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Consors  paterni  luminis. 
 
 Pure  Light  of  light !  eternal  Day ! 
 
 Who  dost  the  Father's  brightness  share 
 Our  chant  the  midnight  silence  breaks ; — 
 
 Be  nigh,  and  hearken  to  our  prayer. 
 
HYMNS    FOR    THE    WEEK.  65    I 
 
 Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  minds, 
 And  turn  the  hosts  of  hell  to  flight ; 
 
 Let  not  our  souls  in  sloth  repose, 
 And  sleeping  sink  in  endless  night. 
 
 O  Christ !  for  thy  dear  mercy's  sake, 
 Spare  us,  who  put  our  trust  in  Thee ; 
 
 Nor  let  our  hymns  ascend  in  vain 
 To  thy  immortal  Majesty. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son ! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Ales  did  nuntius. 
 
 Now,  while  the  herald  bu-d  of  day 
 Proclaims  the  morning  bright ; 
 
 Christ  also,  speaking  in  the  soul, 
 Wakes  her  to  life  and  light. 
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66  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 h 
 
 "  Take  up  your  beds,"  we  hear  Him  say, 
 
 "  No  more  in  slumber  lie ; 
 In  justice,  truth,  and  temperance, 
 
 Keep  watch ; — your  Lord  is  nigh." 
 
 O  Christ !  and  art  Thou  nigh  indeed  ? — 
 
 Then  let  us  watch  and  weep ; 
 This  truth  but  once  in  earnest  felt 
 
 Forbids  the  heart  to  sleep. 
 
 Break,  Lord,  the  spell  that  wraps  us  round 
 
 In  deadly  bonds  of  night ; 
 Shatter  the  chains  of  former  guilt ; 
 
 Renew  in  us  thy  light. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 
 And  to  his  only  Son ; 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
 
 Wliile  ceaseless  aores  run. 
 
HYMNS    FOP^    THE    WEEK.  67 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Telluris  alme  conditor. 
 
 O  BOUNTEOUS  Framer  of  the  globe ! 
 
 Who  with  thy  mighty  hand 
 Didst  gather  up  the  rolling  seas, 
 
 And  firmly  base  the  land : 
 
 That  so  the  freshly  teeming  earth 
 Might  herb  and  seedling  bear, 
 
 Standing  in  early  beauty  gay, 
 With  flowers  and  fruitage  fair : 
 
 On  our  parch'd  souls  pour  Thou,  O  Lord, 
 
 The  freshness  of  thy  grace ; 
 So  penitence  shall  spring  anew, 
 
 And  all  the  past  efface. 
 
 Grant  us  to  fear  thy  holy  law, 
 
 To  feel  thy  goodness  nigh ; 
 Grant  us  through  life  thy  peace ;  in  death 
 
 Thine  immortality. 
 
68  SACE.ED    YEAR. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  coequal  Son ! 
 Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 
 
 While  ceaseless  agfes  run. 
 
 WEDNESDAY. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Rerum  Creator  optime. 
 
 O  BLEST  Creator  of  the  world ! 
 
 Look  in  thy  pity  down ; 
 Nor  let  the  guilty  sleep  of  sin 
 
 Our  souls  in  torpor  drown. 
 
 Lord  of  all  holiness !  may  we 
 Find  mercy  in  thy  sight; 
 
 Who,  to  set  forth  thy  glory,  rise 
 Before  the  morning  light. 
 
 Who,  as  the  holy  Psalmist  bids, 
 Our  hands  thus  early  raise ; 
 
 And  in  the  midnight  sing  with  Paul 
 And  Silas  hymns  of  praise. 
 
HYMNS   FOR    THE    WEEK. 
 
 69 
 
 Jesu  !  to  Thee  our  deeds  we  show, 
 To  Thee  our  hearts  lie  bare; 
 
 Oh,  hearken  to  the  sighs  we  pour, 
 And  in  thy  mercy  spare. 
 
 Father  of  mercies  !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  coequal  Son  ! 
 Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 
 
 While  ceaseless  ages  run. 
 
 LAUDS 
 
 J^Toz  et  tenebrcB  et  nubila. 
 
 Ye  mist  and  darkness,  cloud  and  storm. 
 Confused  creations  of  the  night ; 
 
 Light  enters — morning  streaks  the  sky — 
 Christ  comes, — 'tis  time  ye  take  your  flight. 
 
 Pierced  by  the  sun's  etherial  dart. 
 
 Night's  gloomy  mass  is  cleft  in  twain ; 
 
 And,  in  the  smiling  face  of  day. 
 Nature  resumes  her  tints  again. 
 
70  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 O  Christ,  we  know  no  sun  but  Thee ! 
 
 Shine  in  our  souls  divinely  bright ! 
 We  seek  Thee  in  simplicity ; 
 
 Through  all  our  senses  shed  thy  light. 
 
 A  thousand  objects  all  around 
 In  false  delusive  colors  shine ; 
 
 To  purge  them  clear,  we  ask,  O  Lord, 
 But  one  immortal  beam  of  thine. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be. 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son 
 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
 While  everlasting  ages  run. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Cali  Deus  sanctissime. 
 
 Lord  of  eternal  purity ! 
 
 Who  dost  the  world  with  light  adorn, 
 And  paint  the  tracts  of  azure  sky 
 
 With  lovely  hues  of  eve  and  morn : 
 
HYMNS    FOP^    THE    WEEK.  71 
 
 Who  didst  command  the  sun  to  light 
 His  fiery  wheel's  effulgent  blaze  ; 
 
 Didst  set  the  moon  her  circuit  bright ; 
 The  stars  their  ever-winding  maze : 
 
 That,  each  mthin  its  order'd  sphere, 
 They  might  divide  the  night  from  day : 
 
 And  of  the  seasons  through  the  year, 
 The  well  remember'd  signs  display : 
 
 Scatter  our  night,  eternal  God, 
 And  kindle  thy  pure  beam  within ; 
 
 Free  us  from  guilt's  oppressive  load, 
 And  break  the  deadly  bonds  of  sin. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son  ! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reiffnest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
72  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 THURSDAT. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 J^Toz  atra  rerum  contegit. 
 
 The  pall  of  night  o'ershades  the  earth, 
 And  hides  the  tints  of  day ; — 
 
 O  Thou !  to  whom  no  night  comes  near, 
 Dread  Judge !  to  Thee  we  pray  ! 
 
 That  Thou  wilt  all  our  guilt  remove, 
 
 And  our  lost  peace  restore ; 
 And  of  thy  mercy  grant  that  we 
 
 May  grieve  thy  heart  no  more. 
 
 The  guilty  soul,  which  all  too  long 
 
 In  lethargy  hath  lain. 
 Yearns  to  cast  off  her  load,  and  seek 
 
 Her  Saviour's  face  again. 
 
 Expel  from  her  the  darkness,  Lord, 
 
 Of  her  internal  night ; 
 Renew  her  bliss, — renew  in  her 
 
 Thy  beatific  light. 
 
HYMNS    FOPc    THE    WEEK.  73 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  coequal  Son ! 
 Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 
 
 While  ceaseless  as^es  run. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Lux  ecce  surgit  aurea. 
 
 Now  with  the  rising  golden  dawn, 
 Let  us,  the  children  of  the  day, 
 
 Cast  off  the  darkness  which  so  long 
 Has  led  our  guilty  souls  astray. 
 
 Oh,  may  the  morn  so  pure,  so  clear, 
 Its  own  sweet  calm  in  us  instill ; 
 
 A  guileless  mind,  a  heart  sincere. 
 Simplicity  of  word  and  will : 
 
 And  ever,  as  the  day  glides  by, 
 May  we  the  busy  senses  rein ; 
 
 Keep  guard  upon  the  hand  and  eye, 
 Nor  let  the  body  suffer  stain. 
 
74  SACRED    YEAE,, 
 
 For  all  day  long,  on  Heaven's  high  tower, 
 There  stands  a  Sentinel,  who  spies 
 
 Our  every  action,  hour  by  hour, 
 From  early  dawn  till  daylight  dies. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son ; 
 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
 While  everlastinof  asfes  run. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 MagncB  Deus  potential. 
 
 Lord  of  all  power !  at  whose  command, 
 The  waters,  from  their  teeming  womb, 
 
 Brought  forth  the  countless  tribes  of  fish, 
 And  birds  of  every  note  and  plume : 
 
 Who  didst,  for  natures  link'd  in  birth, 
 Far  different  homes  of  old  prepare; 
 
 Sinking  the  fishes  in  the  sea; 
 Lifting  the  birds  aloft  in  air. 
 
IIYMxNS    FOP^    THE    WEEK.  75 
 
 Lo !  bom  of  thy  baptismal  wave, 
 We  ask  of  Thee,  O  Lord  divine ! 
 
 "  Keep  us,  whom  Thou  hast  sanctified 
 In  thy  own  Blood,  for  ever  thine. 
 
 "  Safe  from  all  pride,  as  from  despair ; 
 
 Not  sunk  too  low,  nor  raised  too  high 
 Lest  raised  by  pride,  w^e  headlong  fall ; 
 
 Sunk  in  despair,  lie  down  and  die." 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son ! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
 FRIDAY. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Tu  Trinitatis  Unitas. 
 
 O  Thou  I  w^ho  dost  all  nature  sway. 
 
 Dread  Trinity  in  Unity  ! 
 Accept  the  trembling  praise  we  pay 
 
 To  thy  eternal  Majesty. 
 
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 SACRED    YEAP.,. 
 
 Hear  us,  who  one  and  all  arise, 
 
 While  silent  midnight  breathes  around, 
 
 To  seek  from  Thee,  with  tears  and  cries, 
 A  healing  balm  for  every  wound. 
 
 Almighty  Lord !  whatever  guilt 
 
 Satan  hath  ■wTought  in  us  this  night, 
 
 May  it  before  thy  Presence  melt, 
 Like  mist  before  the  morning  light 
 
 Grant  us  a  body  pure  within ; 
 
 A  wakeful  heart,  a  ready  will ; 
 Grant  us,  by  no  deep  cherish'd  sin. 
 
 The  fervor  of  the  soul  to  chill. 
 
 Fill  Thou  our  souls,  Redeemer  true ! 
 
 With  thy  most  pure  celestial  ray ; 
 So  may  we  walk  in  safety  through 
 
 All  the  temptations  of  the  day. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son ! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
HYMNS    FOR    THE    WEEK.  77 
 
 LAUDS. 
 JEterna  cali  gloria. 
 
 Eternal  Glory  of  the  heav'ns ! 
 
 Blest  Hope  of  all  on  earth ! 
 God,  of  eternal  Godhead  born ! 
 
 Man,  by  a  virgin  birth ! 
 
 Jesu !  be  near  us  when  we  wake  ; 
 
 And,  at  the  break  of  day, 
 With  thy  blest  touch  awake  the  soul, 
 
 Her  meed  of  praise  to  pay. 
 
 The  star  that  heralds  in  the  morn 
 
 Is  fading  in  the  skies ; 
 The  darkness  melts  ; — O  Thou  true  Light ! 
 
 Upon  our  souls  arise. 
 
 Steep  all  our  senses  in  thy  beam : 
 The  world's  false  night  expel ; 
 
 Purge  each  defilement  from  the  soul. 
 And  in  our  bosoms  dwell. 
 
78  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Come,  early  Faith !  fix  in  our  hearts 
 
 Thy  root  immovably ; 
 Come,  smiling  Hope !  and,  last  not  least, 
 
 Immortal  Charity ! 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be. 
 
 And  to  his  only  Son ; 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  thee. 
 
 While  ceaseless  ages  run. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Hominis  superne  conditor. 
 
 Maker  of  men !  who  by  Thyself, 
 All  things  in  wisdom  ordering. 
 
 Didst  from  the  quick'ning  earth  bring  forth 
 Wild  beasts,  and  every  creeping  thing : 
 
 At  whose  command,  instinct  with  life. 
 Huge  forms  emerg'd  from  shapeless  clay: 
 
 Ordain'd,  through  their  appointed  times, 
 Man,  thy  frail  servant,  to  obey : 
 
HYMNS    FOR    THE    WEEK.  79 
 
 Expel  from  us  wild  passions,  Lord, 
 With  all  the  reptile  brood  of  sin ; 
 
 Nor  suffer  vice,  familiar  grown, 
 To  make  itself  a  home  within. 
 
 Hereafter  grant  thine  endless  joys; 
 
 Here  thy  continual  grace  supply ; 
 Loosen  the  guilty  chain  of  strife ; 
 
 Draw  close  the  bonds  of  unity. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
 
 ,    SATURDAY. 
 MATINS. 
 
 SummcB  Parens  clementim. 
 
 O  Thou  eternal  Source  of  love ! 
 
 Ruler  of  nature's  scheme ! 
 In  Substance  One,  in  Persons  Three ! 
 
 Omniscient  and  Supreme ! 
 
80  SACRED    YEAPw. 
 
 For  thy  dear  mercy's  sake  receive 
 The  strains  and  tears  we  pour, 
 
 And  purify  our  hearts  to  taste 
 Thy  sweetness  more  and  more. 
 
 Our  flesh,  our  reins,  our  spirits,  Lord, 
 
 In  thy  clear  fire  refine ; 
 Break  down  the  self-indulgent  will ; 
 
 Gird  us  with  strength  divine. 
 
 So  may  all  we,  who  here  are  met 
 By  night  thy  name  to  bless. 
 
 One  day,  in  our  eternal  home, 
 Thine  endless  joys  possess. 
 
 Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  coequal  Son !  , 
 Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 
 
 While  ceaseless  ages  run. 
 
HYMNS    FOR    THE    WEEK.  81 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Aurora  jam  spargit  poluvu 
 
 The  dawn  is  sprinkling  in  the  East 
 Its  golden  shower,  as  day  flows  in ; 
 
 Fast  mount  the  pointed  shafts  of  light ; — 
 Farewell  to  darkness  and  to  sin ! 
 
 Away,  ye  midnight  phantoms  all ! 
 
 Away,  despondence  and  despair ! 
 Wliatever  guilt  the  night  has  brought, 
 
 Now  let  it  vanish  into  air. 
 
 So,  Lord,  when  that  last  morning  breaks 
 Which  shrouds  in  darkness  earth  and  skies, 
 
 May  it  on  us,  low  bending  here, 
 Array'd  in  joyful  light  arise ! 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son ; 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
 
 While  everlasting  ages  run. 
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82  SACPcED    YEAR. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Jam  ^ol  recedit  igneus^ 
 
 Now  doth  the  fiery  sun  decline : — 
 Thou,  Unity  Eternal !  shine ; 
 Thou,  Trinity,  thy  blessings  pour, 
 And  make  our  hearts  with  love  run  o'er. 
 
 Thee  in  the  hymns  of  morn  we  praise; 
 To  Thee  our  voice  at  eve  we  raise ; 
 Oh,  grant  us,  with  thy  Saints  on  high, 
 Thee  through  all  time  to  glorify. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ; 
 As  ever  was  in  ages  past, 
 And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 
 
 The  Hymns  at  Matins,  Lauds,  and  Vespers,  during  Lent 
 and  Easter,  will  be  found  among  those  belonging  to  the  Proper 
 of  the  Season. 
 
HYMNS    FOR    THE    UT:EK.  83 
 
 HYMN   AT    COMPLINE, 
 
 ON  SUOT)ATS  AXD  WEEK-DATS  THROUGHOrT  THE 
 YE.\E. 
 
 Te  hicis  ante  terminum. 
 
 Now  with  the  fast-departing  light, 
 Maker  of  all !  we  ask  of  Thee, 
 
 Of  thy  great  mercy,  through  the  night 
 Our  guardian  and  defence  to  be. 
 
 Far  off  let  idle  visions  fly  ; 
 
 No  phantom  of  the  night  molest : 
 Curb  thou  our  raging  enemy, 
 
 That  we  in  chaste  repose  may  rest. 
 
 Father  of  mercies  !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son  ! 
 Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
 
 Reignest  while  endless  asfes  run. 
 
84  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 ANTIPHONS 
 
 OF  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN. 
 
 FROil  THE  FIRST  SUXDAT  IN  .iDYENT  TO  THE 
 FE.1ST  OF  THE  PUEEFIGATION. 
 
 Alma  Redemptoris  Mater. 
 
 Mother  of  Christ  I  hear  thou  thy  people's  cry, 
 Star  of  the  deep,  and  Portal  of  the  sky ! 
 Mother  of  Him  who  thee  from  nothing  made, 
 Sinking  we  strive,  and  call  to  thee  for  aid : 
 Oh,  by  that  joy  which  Gabriel  brought  to  thee, 
 Thou  Virgin  first  and  last,  let  us  thy  mercy  see. 
 
HYMNS   FOR    THE   WEEK.  85 
 
 FROM  THE  PURIFICATION  OF  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN 
 TO  PAIJI-SUNDAY. 
 
 Ave  Regina  ccdorum. 
 
 Hail,  O  Queen  of  Heav'n  enthron'd ! 
 Hail,  by  angels  Mistress  own'd ! 
 Root  of  Jesse  !  Gate  of  morn ! 
 Whence  the  world's  true  Light  was  born : 
 Glorious  Virgin,  joy  to  thee, 
 Loveliest  whom  in  Heaven  they  see  : 
 Fairest  thou  where  all  are  fair ! 
 Plead  with  Christ  our  sins  to  spare. 
 
 FROM  EASTER-SUNDAY  TO  WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 Regina  cceU  Icctare. 
 
 Joy  to  thee,  O  Queen  of  Heaven !  Alleluia. 
 
 He  whom  thou  wast  meet  to  bear ;  Alleluia. 
 As  He  promis'd,  hath  arisen ;  Alleluia. 
 
 Pour  for  us  to  Him  thy  prayer;  Alleluia. 
 
86  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 FROM  TRINITT  SUNDAY  TO  THE  LAST  SUNDAY 
 AFTER  PENTECOST. 
 
 Salve  RegineUf  Mater  mis ericor dice. 
 
 Mother  of  mercy,  hail,  O  gentle  Queen ! 
 Our  life,  our  sweetness,  and  our  hope,  all  hail ! 
 
 ChUdren  of  Eve, 
 To  thee  we  cry  from  our  sad  banishment ; 
 
 To  thee  we  send  our  sighs, 
 Weeping  and  mourning  in  this  tearful  vale. 
 
 Come,  then,  our  Advocate ; 
 Oh,  turn  on  us  those  pitying  eyes  of  thine : 
 And  our  long  exile  past, 
 Show  us  at  last 
 Jesus,  of  thy  pure  womb  the  fruit  divine. 
 
 O  Virgin  Mary,  mother  blest ! 
 
 O  sweetest,  gentlest,  holiest ! 
 
irntt  ^m. 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  BREVIARY. 
 
 HYMNS  BELONGma  TO  THE  PROPER  OF 
 THE  SEASON. 
 
SACRED  YEAR. 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  BREVIARY. 
 
 HYMNS  BELONOING  TO  THE  PROPER  OF 
 THE  SEASON. 
 
 ON  SUNDAYS  AND  ^HEK-DAYS  DURING  ADVENT. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 Creator  alme  siderum. 
 
 Maker  of  Heaven !  Eternal  light 
 Of  all  who  in  thy  name  believe  ! 
 
 Jesu,  Redeemer  of  mankind ! 
 
 An  ear  to  thy  poor  suppliants  give. 
 
90  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 When  man  was  sunk  in  sin  and  death, 
 Lost  in  the  depth  of  Satan's  snare, 
 
 Love  brought  Thee  down  to  cure  our  ills, 
 By  taking  of  those  ills  a  share. 
 
 Thou,  for  the  sake  of  guilty  men. 
 
 Causing  thine  own  pure  blood  to  flow, 
 
 Didst  issue  from  thy  Virgin  shrine, 
 And  to  the  Cross  a  Victim  go. 
 
 So  great  the  glory  of  thy  might. 
 
 If  we  but  chance  thy  name  to  sound, 
 
 At  once  all  Heaven  and  Hell  unite 
 In  bending  low  with  awe  profound. 
 
 Great  Judge  of  all !  in  that  last  day. 
 
 When  friends  shall  fail,  and  foes  combine, 
 
 Be  present  then  with  us,  we  pray, 
 To  guard  us  with  thy  arm  divine. 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 All  praise  and  power  and  glory  be ; 
 
 With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter ! 
 Henceforth  through  all  eternity. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.   91 
 
 [■WITHIN   THE   OCTAVE   OF   THE   FEAST   OF   THE 
 CONCEPTION.] 
 
 O  Jesu !  born  of  Virgin  bright, 
 Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  infinite, 
 And  Holy  Ghost  eternally. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Verbum  supemum  prodiens. 
 
 O  .Thou,  who  thine  own  Father's  breast 
 
 Forsaking,  Word  sublime ! 
 Didst  come  to  aid  a  world  distress'd 
 
 In  thy  appointed  time : 
 
 Our  hearts  enlighten  with  thy  ray. 
 
 And  kindle  with  thy  love ; 
 That,  dead  to  earthly  things,  we  may 
 
 Live  but  to  things  above. 
 
92  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 So  when  before  the  Judgment-seat 
 The  sinner  hears  his  doom, 
 
 And  when  a  voice  divinely  sweet 
 Shall  call  the  righteous  home  ; 
 
 Safe  from  the  black  and  fiery  flood 
 That  sweeps  the  dread  abyss, 
 
 May  we  behold  the  face  of  God 
 In  everlasting  bliss. 
 
 Now  to  the  Father,  vdth  the  Son, 
 
 And  Spirit  evermore, 
 Be  glory  while  the  ages  run, 
 
 As  in  all  time  before. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 En  clara  vox  redarguit. 
 
 Hark  !  an  awful  voice  is  sounding ; 
 
 "  Christ  is  nigh  !"  it  seems  to  say ; 
 "  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 
 
 O  ye  children  of  the  day !" 
 
PROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.   93 
 
 Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise  ; 
 
 Christ  her  Sun,  all  sloth  dispelling, 
 
 Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 
 
 Lo !  the  Lamb  so  long  expected, 
 
 Comes  with  pardon  down  from  Heaven  ; 
 
 Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow. 
 One  and  all  to  be  forgiven. 
 
 So,  when  next  He  comes  with  glory. 
 
 Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear, 
 May  He  then  as  our  Defender 
 
 On  the  clouds  of  Heaven  appear. 
 
 Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit. 
 
 To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
 With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 
 
 While  eternal  ages  run. 
 
94  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 CHEISTHAS-DAY. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 Jesv,  Redemptor  omnium, 
 
 Jesu,  Redeemer  of  the  world ! 
 
 Who,  ere  the  earliest  dawn  of  light. 
 Wast  from  eternal  ages  born. 
 
 Immense  in  glory  as  in  might ; 
 
 Immortal  Hope  of  all  mankind ! 
 
 In  whom  the  Father's  face  we  see ; 
 Hear  Thou  the  prayers  thy  people  pour 
 
 This  day  throughout  the  world  to  Thee. 
 
 Remember,  O  Creator  Lord ! 
 
 That  in  the  Virgin's  sacred  womb 
 Thou  wast  conceived,  and  of  her  flesh 
 
 Didst  our  mortality  assume.- 
 
 This  ever-blest  recurring  day 
 Its  witness  bears,  that  all  alone. 
 
 From  thy  own  Father's  bosom  forth, 
 To  save  the  \^orld  Thou  earnest  down. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.   95 
 
 O  Day !  to  which  the  seas  and  sky, 
 
 And  earth  and  Heav'n,  glad  welcome  sin^ 
 
 O  Day !  which  heal'd  our  misery, 
 
 And  brought  on  earth  salvation's  King. 
 
 We  too,  O  Lord,  who  have  been  cleansed 
 In  thy  own  fount  of  blood  divine, 
 
 Offer  the  tribute  of  sweet  song. 
 On  this  blest  natal  day  of  thine. 
 
 O  Jesu  !  born  of  Virgin  bright, 
 
 Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee ; 
 Praise  to  the  Father  infinite. 
 
 And  Holy  Ghost  eternally. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 A  soils  ortiis  cardine. 
 
 From  the  far-blazing  gate  of  morn 
 To  earth's  remotest  shore, 
 
 Let  every  tongue  confess  to  Him 
 Whom  holy  Mary  bore. 
 
96 
 
 SACRED    YEAPw. 
 
 Lo !  the  great  Maker  of  the  world, 
 
 Lord  of  eternal  years, 
 To  save  his  creatures,  veil'd  beneath 
 
 A  creature's  form  appears. 
 
 A  spotless  maiden's  virgin  breast 
 With  heav'nly  grace  He  fills ; 
 
 In  her  pure  womb  he  is  conceived, 
 And  there  in  secret  dwells. 
 
 That  bosom.  Chastity's  sweet  home, 
 
 Becomes,  oh,  blest  reward  ! 
 The  shrine  of  Heav'n's  immortal  King, 
 
 The  temple  of  the  Lord. 
 
 And  Mary  bears  the  babe,  foretold 
 
 By  an  Archangel's  voice  ; 
 Whose  presence  made  the  Baptist  leap, 
 
 And  in  the  womb  rejoice. 
 
 A  manger  scantly  strewn  with  hay 
 Becomes  th'  Eternal's  bed ; 
 
 And  He,  who  feeds  each  smallest  bird, 
 Himself  with  milk  is  fed. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.      97 
 
 Straightway  with  joy  the  Heav'ns  are  fill'd, 
 
 The  hosts  angelic  sing ; 
 And  shepherds  hasten  to  adore 
 
 Their  Shepherd  and  their  King. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  !  praise  to  Thee. 
 
 Thou  Virgin's  holy  Son ! 
 Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 
 
 While  endless  ages  run. 
 
 THE  HOLT  DnT^OCENTS. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Audit  tyrannus  anxius. 
 
 When  it  reach'd  the  tyrant's  ear, 
 
 Brooding  anxious  all  alone. 
 That  the  King  of  kings  was  near, 
 
 Who  should  sit  on  David's  throne ; 
 
 Stung  with  madness,  straight  he  cries, 
 "  Treason  threatens — draw  the  sword ! 
 
 Rebels  all  around  us  rise  ! 
 
 Drown  the  cradles  deep  in  blood !" 
 
 7 
 
98 
 
 SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 What  is  guilty  Herod's  gain, 
 Though  a  thousand  babes  he 
 
 Christ,  amid  a  thousand  slain, 
 Is  in  safety  borne  away. 
 
 ? 
 
 Honor,  glory,  \drtue,  merit. 
 Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son ! 
 
 With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
 While  eternal  ages  run. 
 
 LAUDS    AND    VESPERS. 
 
 Salvete  flores  martyrum. 
 
 Lovely  flowers  of  martyrs,  hail ! 
 
 Smitten  by  the  tyrant  foe 
 On  life's  threshold, — as  the  gale 
 
 Strews  the  roses  ere  thev  blow. 
 
 First  to  die  for  Christ,  sweet  lambs ! 
 
 At  the  very  altar  ye. 
 With  your  fatal  crowns  and  palms. 
 
 Sport  in  your  simplicity. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  99 
 
 Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 
 Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son  ! 
 
 With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
 While  eternal  ages  run. 
 
 EPIPHANY. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 Crudelis  Her  odes  Deura, 
 
 O  CRUEL  Herod !  why  thus  fear 
 
 Thy  King  and  God,  who  comes  below  ? 
 
 No  earthly  crown  comes  He  to  take, 
 Who  heavenly  kingdoms  doth  bestow. 
 
 The  wiser  Magi  see  the  star. 
 And  follow  as  it  leads  before ; 
 
 By  its  pure  ray  they  seek  the  Light, 
 And  with  their  gifts  that  Light  adore. 
 
 Behold  at  length  the  heavenly  Lamb 
 Baptized  in  Jordan's  sacred  flood ; 
 
 There  consecrating  by  his  touch 
 Water  to  cleanse  us  in  his  blood, 
 
100  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 But  Cana  saw  her  glorious  Lord 
 Begin  his  miracles  divine ; 
 
 When  water,  reddening  at  his  word, 
 Flow'd  forth  obedient  in  wine. 
 
 To  Thee,  O  Jesu,  who  Thyself 
 
 Hast  to  the  Gentile  world  display'd, 
 
 Praise,  with  the  Father  evermore. 
 And  with  the  Holy  Ghost,  be  paid. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 O  sola  magnarum  urbium. 
 
 Bethlehem  !  of  noblest  cities 
 
 None  can  once  with  thee  compare ; 
 
 Thou  alone  the  Lord  from  Heaven 
 Didst  for  us  Incarnate  bear. 
 
 Fairer  than  the  sun  at  morning 
 Was  the  star  that  told  his  birth; 
 
 To  the  lands  their  God  announcing, 
 Ifid  beneath  a  form  of  earth. 
 
PROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  101 
 
 By  its  lambent  beauty  guided. 
 
 See,  the  Eastern  kings  appear ; 
 See  them  bend,  their  gifts  to  offer, — 
 
 Gifts  of  incense,  gold,  and  myrrh. 
 
 Oflferings  of  mystic  meaning ! — 
 
 Incense  doth  the  God  disclose ; 
 Gold  a  royal  child  proclaimeth ; 
 
 Myrrh  a  future  tomb  foreshows. 
 
 Holy  Jesu !  in  thy  brightness 
 To  the  Gentile  world  display'd ! 
 
 With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
 Endless  praise  to  Thee  be  paid. 
 
102 
 
 SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 FEAST  OF  THE  MOST  HOLY  NAME  OF  JESUS. 
 
 SECOND   SUNDAY   AFTER   EPIPHANY. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Jesu  dulcis  memoria. 
 
 Jesu  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
 With  sweetness  fills  my  breast; 
 
 But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
 And  in  thy  presence  rest. 
 
 Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 
 
 Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
 A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
 
 O  Sa\dour  of  mankind ! 
 
 O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 
 
 O  joy  of  all  the  meek, 
 To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 
 
 How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    103 
 
 But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  ah !  this 
 Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  : 
 
 The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
 None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 
 
 Jesu !  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 
 As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 
 
 Jesu !  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
 And  through  eternity. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 Jesu  Rex  admirahUis. 
 
 O  Jesu  !  King  most  wonderful ! 
 
 Thou  Conqueror  renown'd ! 
 Thou  Sweetness  most  ineffable ! 
 
 In  whom  all  joys  are  found  ! 
 
 When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 
 Then  truth  begins  to  shine  ; 
 
 Then  earthly  vanities  depart ; 
 Then  kindles  love  divine. 
 
104  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 O  Jesu !  Light  of  all  below ! 
 
 Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire ! 
 Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
 
 All  that  we  can  desire : 
 
 May  every  heart  confess  thy  name, 
 
 And  ever  Thee  adore ; 
 And  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 
 
 To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 
 
 Thee  may  our  tongues  for  ever  bless ; 
 
 Thee  may  we  love  alone ; 
 And  ever  in  our  lives  express 
 
 The  imase  of  thine  own. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 Jesu  decus  angelicum. 
 
 O  Jesu  !  Thou  the  beauty  art 
 Of  angel  worlds  above ; 
 
 Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
 Enchantinof  it  with  love. 
 
FROM    THE.  PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.     105 
 
 Celestial  sweetness  unalloy'd ! 
 
 Who  eat  Thee  hunger  still ; 
 Wlio  drink  of  Thee  still  feel  a  void, 
 
 Which  naught  but  Thou  can  fill. 
 
 O  my  sweet  Jesu  I  hear  the  sighs 
 
 Which  unto  Thee  I  send ; 
 To  Thee  mine  inmost  spirit  cries, 
 
 My  t)eing's  hope  and  end ! 
 
 Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  thy  light 
 
 Illume  the  soul's  abyss ; 
 Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
 
 And  fill  the  world  \vith  bliss. 
 
 O  Jesu !  spotless  Virgin  flower ! 
 
 Our  life  and  joy!  to  Thee 
 Be  praise,  beatitude,  and  power, 
 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 I 
 
106  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 FRIDAY  AFTER  SEPTUAGESIMA  SUNDAY. 
 
 PEAYER    OF    OUR   LORD    JESUS    CHRIST 
 ON   MOUNT   OLIVET, 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Aspice  ut  Verbum  Patris  a  supernis. 
 
 See  from  on  high,  array'd  in  truth  and  grace, 
 
 The  Father's  Word  descend  ! 
 Burning  to  heal  the  wounds  of  Adam's  race, 
 
 And  our  long  evils  end ! 
 
 Pitying  the  miseries  which  with  the  Fall 
 
 In  Paradise  began. 
 Prostrate  upon  the  earth,  the  Lord  of  all 
 
 Entreats  for  ruin'd  man. 
 
 Oh,  bitter  then  was  our  Redeemer's  lot. 
 
 While  whelm'd  in  gi'iefs  unknown : 
 "  Father,"  He  cries,  "  remove  this  cup ;  yet  not 
 
 My  will,  but  thine  be  done." 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  107 
 
 While,  a  dread  anguish  pressing  down  his  heart, 
 
 He  faints  upon  the  ground ; 
 And  from  each  bursting  pore  the  blood-drops 
 start. 
 
 Moistening  the  earth  around. 
 
 But  quickly,  from  high  Heaven,  an  angel  came, 
 
 To  soothe  the  Saviour's  woes ; 
 And,  strength  returning  to  his  languid  frame. 
 
 Up  from  the  earth  He  rose. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father ;  praise,  O  Son !  to  Thee, 
 
 To  whom  a  name  is  given 
 Above  all  names ;  praise  to  the  Spirit  be, 
 
 From  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 Venit  e  Calo  Mediator  alto. 
 
 Daughter  of  Sion !  cease  thy  bitter  tears, 
 
 And  calm  thy  breast ; 
 Foretold  through  ages  past,  lo !  now  appears 
 
 Thy  Mediator  blest. 
 
108 
 
 SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 That  garden,  where  of  old  our  guilt  began, 
 
 Wrought  death  and  pain ; 
 But  this,  where  Jesus  prays  by  night  for  man, 
 
 Brings  life  and  joy  again. 
 
 Hither,  of  his  own  will,  the  Lord,  for  all 
 
 Comes  to  atone ; 
 And  stays  the  thunderbolts  about  to  fall 
 
 From  the  dread  Father's  throne. 
 
 So  shall  He  break  the  adamantine  chain 
 
 Of  Hell's  abyss; 
 And  opening  Heaven  long  closed,  call  us  again 
 
 To  his  eternal  bliss. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Son,  to  whom  a  name  above 
 
 All  names  is  given ; 
 Praise  to  the  Father  and  the  Spirit  of  love. 
 
 From  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THfi    SEASON.    109 
 
 PRDAY  APTEE  SEXAGESBTA  SUNDAY. 
 
 THE   PASSION 
 OF   OUR   LORD   JESUS   CHRIST. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Mmrentes  oculi  spargite  lachrymas. 
 
 Now  let  US  sit  and  weep, 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  woe ; 
 Pondering  the  shame,  and  torments  deep, 
 Which  God  from  wicked  men  did  undergo. 
 
 See !  how  the  multitude, 
 With  swords  and  staves,  draw  nigh ; 
 See !  how  they  they  smite,  with  buffets  rude, 
 That  head  divine  of  awful  majesty : 
 
 How,  bound  with  cruel  cord, 
 Christ  to  the  scourge  is  given ; 
 And  ruffians  lift  their  hands,  unawed. 
 Against  the  King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  Heaven. 
 
 iA»!i 
 
110  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Hear  it !  ye  people,  hear ! 
 Our  good  and  gracious  God, 
 Silent  beneath  the  lash  severe. 
 Stands  with  his  sacred  shoulders  drench'd  in 
 blood. 
 
 O  scene  for  tears !  but  now 
 The  sinful  race  contrive 
 A  torment  new :  deep  in  his  brow, 
 With  all  their  force,  the  jagged  thorns  they  drive. 
 
 Then  roughly  dragg'd  to  death, 
 Christ  on  the  Cross  is  slain ; 
 And,  as  He  dies,  with  parting  breath. 
 Into  his  Father's  hands  gives  back  his  soul  again. 
 
 To  Him  who  so  much  bore, 
 To  gain  for  sinners  grace. 
 Be  praise  and  glory  evermore, 
 From  the  whole  universal  human  race. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.     Ill 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Aspice  infami  Dens  ipse  ligno. 
 
 See  !  where  in  shame  the  God  of  glory  hangs, 
 
 All  bathed  in  his  own  blood : 
 See !  how  the  nails  pierce  with  a  thousand  pangs 
 
 Those  hands  so  good. 
 
 Th'  All  Holy,  as  a  minister  of  ill, 
 
 Betwixt  two  thieves  they  place ; 
 
 Oh,  deed  unjust !  yet  such  the  cruel  will 
 Of  Israel's  race. 
 
 Pale  grows  his  face,  and  fix'd  his  languid  eye  ; 
 
 His  wearied  head  He  bends ; 
 And  rich  in  merits,  forth  with  one  loud  cry 
 
 His  Spirit  sends. 
 
 O  heart  more  hard  than  iron !  not  to  weep 
 
 At  this ;  thy  sin  it  was 
 That  wrought  his  death;  of  all  these  torments 
 deep 
 
 Thou  art  the  cause.  ^I|l 
 
112  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Praise,  honor,  glory  be  through  endless  time 
 
 To  th'  everlasting  God ; 
 Who  wiped  away  our  deadly  stains  of  crime 
 
 In  his  own  Blood. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 S(Bvo  dolorum  turbine, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd  in  depths  of  woe, 
 
 Upon  the  Tree  of  scorn 
 Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
 
 With  racking  anguish  torn. 
 
 See  !  how  the  nails  those  hands 
 
 And  feet  so  tender  rend ; 
 See !  down  his  face,  and  neck,  and  breast, 
 
 His  sacred  Blood  descend. 
 
 Hark !  with  what  awful  cry 
 
 His  Spirit  takes  its  flight ; 
 That  cry,  it  pierced  his  Mother's  heart, 
 
 And  whelm'd  her  soul  in  night. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER   OF    THE    SEASON.    113 
 
 Earth  hears,  and  to  its  base 
 
 Rocks  wildly  to  and  fro ; 
 Tombs  burst ;  seas,  rivers,  mountains  quake : 
 
 The  veil  is  rent  in  tv\^o. 
 
 The  sun  w^ithdraws  his  light ; 
 
 The  midday  heavens  grow  pale ; 
 The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe, 
 
 Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 
 
 Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 
 
 Come,  youth !  and  hoary  hairs  I 
 Come,  rich  and  poor !  come,  all  mankind ! 
 
 And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 
 
 Come !  fall  before  His  Cross, 
 
 Who  shed  for  us  his  blood; 
 Who  died  the  victim  of  pure  love, 
 
 To  make  us  sons  of  God. 
 
 Jesu  !  all  praise  to  Thee, 
 
 Our  joy  and  endless  rest! 
 Be  Thou  our  guide  while  pilgrims  here, 
 
 Our  crown  amid  the  blest. 
 8 
 
114  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 FRIDAY  AFTER  QUINQUAGESBTA  SUNDAY. 
 
 THE   MOST   HOLY   CROWN   OF   THORNS 
 OF   OUR   LORD   JESUS   CHRIST. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Exite  SionJUicB. 
 
 Daughters  of  Sion !  royal  maids ! 
 
 Come  forth  to  see  the  crown, 
 Which  Sion's  self,  with  cruel  hands, 
 
 Hath  woven  for  her  Son. 
 
 See !  how  amid  his  gory  locks 
 The  jagged  thorns  appear ; 
 
 See !  how  his  pallid  countenance 
 Foretells  that  death  is  near. 
 
 Oh,  savage  was  the  earth  that  bore 
 Those  thorns  so  sharp  and  long ! 
 
 Savage  the  hand  that  gather'd  them 
 To  work  this  deadly  wrong ! 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  115 
 
 But  now  that  Christ's  immortal  Blood 
 Hath  ting'd  them  with  its  dye, 
 
 Fairer  than  roses  they  appear, 
 Or  palms  of  \4ctory. 
 
 Jesu !  the  thorns  which  pierced  thy  brow 
 
 Sprang  from  the  seed  of  sin ; 
 Pluck  ours,  we  pray  thee,  from  our  hearts, 
 
 And  plant  thine  own  therein. 
 
 Praise,  honor,  to  the  Father  be. 
 
 Praise  to  his  only  Son ; 
 Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
 
 While  endless  ages  run. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Legis  figuris  pingitur. 
 
 Christ's  peerless  Crown  is  pictur'd  in 
 
 The  figures  of  the  Law : 
 The  Ram  entangled  in  the  thorns 
 
 The  Bush  which  Moses  saw : 
 
116  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 The  Rainbow  girding  round  the  ark ; 
 
 The  Table's  crown  of  gold ; 
 The  Incense  which  in  wa\dng  wreaths 
 
 Around  the  Altar  roll'd. 
 
 Hail,  glorious  Crown !  which  didst  the  pangs 
 
 Of  dying  Jesus  feel ; 
 Thou  dost  the  brightest  gems  outshine, 
 
 And  all  the  stars  excel. 
 
 Praise,  honor,  to  the  Father  be, 
 
 Praise  to  his  only  Son ; 
 Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete 
 •  While  endless  ages  run. 
 
 ON  SUNDAYS  AND  WEEK-DAYS  IN  LENT  TILL 
 
 PASSION  SUNDAY. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Avdi  benigne  Conditor. 
 
 Thou  loving  Maker  of  mankind, 
 
 Before  thy  throne  we  pray  and  weep ; 
 
 Oh,  strengthen  us  with  grace  divine, 
 Duly  this  sacred  Lent  to  keep. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEA80N.    11.7 
 
 Searcher  of  hearts !  Thou  dost  our  ills 
 Discern,  and  all  our  weakness  know : 
 
 Again  to  Thee  with  tears  we  turn  ; 
 Again  to  us  thy  mfercy  show. 
 
 Much  have  we  sinn'd ;  but  we  confess 
 Our  guilt,  and  all  our  faults  deplore : 
 
 Oh,  for  the  praise  of  thy  great  Name, 
 Our  fainting  souls  to  health  restore ! 
 
 And  grant  us,  while  by  fasts  we  strive 
 This  mortal  body  to  control, 
 
 To  fast  from  all  the  food  of  sin. 
 And  so  to  purify  the  soul. 
 
 Hear  us,  O  Trinity  thrice  blest ! 
 
 Sole  Unity  !  to  Thee  we  cry : 
 Vouchsafe  us  from  these  fasts  below 
 
 To  reap  immortal  fruit  on  high. 
 
118  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Ex  more  docti  mystico. 
 
 Now  with  the  slow-revolving  yeatj 
 
 Again  the  Fast  we  greet ; 
 Which  in  its  mystic  circle  moves 
 
 Of  forty  days  complete. 
 
 That  Fast,  by  Law  and  Prophets  taught, 
 
 By  Jesus  Christ  restored ; 
 Jesus,  of  seasons  and  of  times 
 
 The  Maker  and  the  Lord. 
 
 Henceforth  more  sparing  let  us  be 
 
 Of  food,  of  words,  of  sleep  ; 
 Henceforth  beneath  a  stricter  guard 
 
 The  roving  senses  keep. 
 
 And  let  us  shun  whatever  things 
 
 Distract  the  careless  heart ; 
 And  let  us  shut  the  soul  against 
 
 The  tyrant  Tempter's  art ; 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER   OF    THE    SEASON.    119 
 
 And  weep  before  the  Judge,  and  strive 
 
 His  vengeance  to  appease ; 
 Sa3dng  to  Him  with  contrite  voice, 
 
 Upon  our  bended  knees : 
 
 "  Much  have  we  sinii'd,  O  Lord !  and  still 
 
 We  sin  each  day  we  live ; 
 Yet  pour  thy  pity  from  on  high, 
 
 And  of  thy  grace  forgive. 
 
 "  Remember  that  we  still  are  thine, 
 
 Though  of  a  fallen  frame ; 
 And  take  not  from  us  in  thy  wrath 
 
 The  glory  of  thy  name. 
 
 "  Undo  past  evil ;  grant  us,  Lord, 
 
 More  grace  to  do  aright ; 
 So  may  we  now  and  ever  find 
 
 Acceptance  in  thy  sight." 
 
 Blest  Trinity  in  Unity ! 
 
 Vouchsafe  us,  in  thy  love. 
 To  gather  from  these  fasts  below 
 
 Immortal  fruit  above. 
 
120  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 0  Sol  salutis  intimis. 
 
 The  darkness  fleets,  and  joyful  earth 
 
 Welcomes  the  newborn  day ; 
 Jesu,  true  Sun  of  human  souls ! 
 
 Shed  in  our  souls  thy  ray. 
 
 Thou,  who  dost  give  the  accepted  time, 
 
 Give  tears  to  purify. 
 Give  flames  of  love  to  burn  our  hearts, 
 
 As  victims  unto  Thee. 
 
 That  fountain,  whence  our  sins  have  flow'd 
 
 Shall  soon  in  tears  distill. 
 If  but  thy  penitential  grace 
 
 Subdue  the  stubborn  will. 
 
 Lo !  day  returns,  thy  own  blest  day, 
 
 All  things  to  joy  awake; 
 Oh,  may  we,  to  thy  paths  restored, 
 
 In  nature's  joy  partake ! 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.     121 
 
 Eternal  Trinity !  to  Thee 
 Let  Earth's  vast  fabric  bend ; 
 
 While  evermore  from  souls  renew'd, 
 New  hymns  of  praise  ascend. 
 
 FRIDAY  AFTER  THE  FIRST  SUXDAY  IN  LENT. 
 
 THE    SPEAR    AND    NAILS 
 OF   OUR   LORD   JESUS   CHRIST. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Qucenam  lingua  tibi,  O  Lancea,  dcbitas. 
 
 What  tongue,  illustrious  Spear,  can  duly  sound 
 
 Thy  praise,  in  Heaven  or  earth  ? 
 Thou,  who  didst  open  that  life-giving  wound, 
 
 From  whence  the  Church  had  birth. 
 
 From  Adam,  sunk  in  an  ecstatic  sleep, 
 
 Came  Eve  divinely  framed ; 
 From  Christ, — his  spouse;  when  from  that  wound 
 so  deep 
 The  Blood  and  Water  stream'd. 
 __ • 
 
122  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 And  equal  thanks  to  you,  blest  Nails,  whereby, 
 
 Fast  to  the  sacred  Rood, 
 Was  clench'd  the  sentence  dooming  us  to  die, 
 
 All  blotted  out  in  blood. 
 
 To  Him  who  still  preserves  in  highest  Heaven 
 The  wounds  which  here  He  bore, 
 
 Be  glory,  with  th'  eternal  Father,  given, 
 And  Spirit  evermore. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Salvete  Clavi  et  Lancea. 
 
 Hail,  Spear  and  Nails !  erewhile  despised. 
 
 As  things  of  little  worth ; 
 Now  crimson  with  the  blood  of  Christ, 
 
 And  fam'd  through  Heaven  and  earth. 
 
 Chosen  by  Jewish  perfidy 
 
 As  instruments  of  sin, 
 God  turn'd  you  into  ministers 
 
 Of  love  and  grace  divine : 
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FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    123 
 
 For  from  each  several  wound  ye  made 
 
 In  that  immortal  frame, 
 As  from  a  fount,  celestial  gifts 
 
 And  life  eternal  came. 
 
 Thee,  Jesu,  pierced  with  Nails  and  Spear, 
 
 Let  every  knee  adore ; 
 With  Thee,  O  Father,  and  with  Thee, 
 
 O  Spirit,  evermore. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 Tinctam  ergo  Christi  sanguine. 
 
 Oh,  turn  those  blessed  points,  all  bathed 
 
 In  Jesu's  blood,  on  me  ; 
 Mine  were  the  sins  that  wrought  his  death, 
 
 Mine  be  the  penalty. 
 
 Pierce  through  my  feet,  my  hands,  my  heart ; 
 
 So  may  some  drop  distill 
 Of  Blood  divine,  into  my  soul, 
 
 And  all  its  evils  heal. 
 
124  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 So  shall  my  feet  be  slow  to  sin, 
 Harmless  my  hands  shall  be  ; 
 
 So  from  my  wounded  heart  shall  each 
 Forbidden  passion  flee. 
 
 Thee,  Jesu,  pierced  with  Nails  and  Spear, 
 
 Let  every  knee  adore ; 
 With  Thee,  O  Father,  and  with  Thee, 
 
 O  Spirit,  evermore. 
 
 FRIDAY  APTER  THE  SECOND  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 
 
 THE   MOST   HOLY   WINDING    SHEET   OF 
 OUB,    LOED    JESUS    CHRIST. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Oloriam  sacrcB  celebremus  omnes. 
 
 The  glories  of  that  sacred  Winding  Sheet 
 
 Let  every  tongue  record ; 
 Which  from  the  Cross  received,  with  honor  meet, 
 
 The  body  of  the  Lord. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  125 
 
 O  dear  Memorial !  on  which  we  see, 
 
 In  bloody  stains  impress'd, 
 The  form,  sublime  in  awful  majesty, 
 
 Of  our  Redeemer  blest. 
 
 How  doth  the  grievous  sight  of  thee  recall 
 
 Those  dying  throes  to  mind, 
 Which  Christ,  compassionating  Adam's  fall, 
 
 Endured  for  lost  mankind ! 
 
 His  wounded  side,  his  hands  and  feet  pierced 
 Mirror'd  in  thee  appear ;  [through. 
 
 His  lacerated  limbs,  his  gory  brow, 
 And  thorn-entangled  hair. 
 
 Ah !  who  beholding  these  sad  images, 
 
 Can  the  big  tears  control  ? 
 Can  check  the  throbs  of  swelling  grief  that  rise 
 
 Up  from  his  inmost  soul  1 
 
 Jesu !  my  sin  it  was  that  laid  Thee  low. 
 
 And  through  thy  death  I  live ; 
 That  life,  which  to  thy  sufferings  I  owe. 
 
 Henceforth  to  Thee  I  give. 
 
126  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Glory  to  Him,  who,  to  redeem  us,  bore 
 
 Such  bitter  dying  pains ; 
 Who  with  th'  eternal  Father  evermore, 
 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  reigns. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Mystcrium  mirabile. 
 
 This  day  the  wond'rous  mystery 
 
 Is  set  before  our  eyes. 
 Of  Jesus  stretch'd  upon  the  Cross 
 
 In  dying  agonies. 
 
 Oh,  deed  of  love !  the  Prince  becomes 
 
 A  Victim  for  his  slave ; 
 The  sinner  an  acquittal  finds. 
 
 The  innocent  a  grave. 
 
 Whereof,  in  many  a  gory  stain, 
 
 The  traces  still  are  found 
 O  yonder  Winding  Sheet,  which  wrapp'd 
 
 The  sacred  body  round. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  127 
 
 Hail,  trophies  of  our  valiant  Chief ! 
 
 Hail,  proofs  of  triumph  won 
 Over  the  World,  and  Hell,  and  Death, 
 
 By  God's  eternal  Son ! 
 
 Be  these  the  colors  under  which 
 From  this  time  forth  we  fight. 
 
 Against  the  depths  of  Satan's  guile,   . 
 And  all  the  powers  of  night. 
 
 So,  dead  to  our  old  life,  may  we 
 
 A  better  life  begin ; 
 And  through  the  Cross  of  Christ  at  length 
 
 His  Heavenly  crown  attain. 
 
 Father  of  mercies  !  hear  our  cry ; 
 
 Hear  us,  coequal  Son  ! 
 Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 
 
 While  ceaseless  asfes  run. 
 
128  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Jesu  dulcis  amor  meus. 
 
 Jesu  !  as  though  Thyself  wert  here, 
 
 I  draw  in  trembling  sorrow  near ; 
 
 And  hanging  o'er  thy  form  divine, 
 
 Kneel  down  to  kiss  these  wounds  of  thine. 
 
 Ah  me,  how  naked  art  Thou  laid ! 
 Bloodstain'd,  distended,  cold,  and  dead  ! 
 Joy  of  my  soul — my  Sa\dour  sweet. 
 Upon  this  sacred  Winding  Sheet ! 
 
 Hail,  awfal  brow  !  hail,  thorny  wreath  I 
 Hail,  countenance  now  pale  in  death  I 
 Whose  glance  but  late  so  brightly  blazed, 
 That  Angels  trembled  as  they  gazed. 
 
 And  hail  to  thee,  my  Sadour's  side  ; 
 And  hail  to  thee,  thou  wound  so  wide ; 
 Thou  wound  more  ruddy  than  the  rose, 
 True  antidote  of  all  our  woes ! 
 
FROM    THK    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.     129 
 
 Oh,  by  those  sacred  hands  and  feet 
 For  me  so  mangled !  I  entreat, 
 My  Jesu,  turn  me  not  away. 
 But  let  me  here  for  ever  stay. 
 
 FEIDAY  AFTER  THE  THIRD  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 
 
 THE   MOST  HOLT   FIVE   WOUNDS   OF   OUR 
 LORD   JESUS    CHRIST. 
 
 Matins,  Lauds,  and  Vespers,  as  on 
 Passion-Sunday. 
 
 FRIDAY  AFTER  THE  FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 
 
 THE   MOST   PRECIOUS   BLOOD   OF   OUR 
 LORD  JESUS   CHRIST. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Festvms  resonent  compita  wcibus. 
 
 Forth  let  the  long-  procession  stream, 
 And  through  the  streets  in  order  wend ; 
 Let  the  bright  waving  line  of  torches  gleam, 
 The  solemn  chant  ascend. 
 9 
 
130  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 While  we,  with  tears  and  sighs  profound, 
 That  memorable  Blood  record,  i 
 
 Which,  stretch'd  on  his  hard  Cross,  from  many  a 
 The  dying  Jesus  pour'd.  [wound 
 
 By  the  first  Adam's  fatal  sin 
 Came  death  upon  the  human  race  ; 
 In  this  new  Adam  doth  new  life  begin. 
 And  everlasting  grace. 
 
 For  scarce  the  Father  heard  from  Heaven 
 The  cry  of  his  expiring  Son, 
 When  in  that  cry  our  sins  were  all  forgiven. 
 And  boundless  pardon  won. 
 
 Henceforth,  whoso  in  that  dear  Blood 
 Washeth,  shall  lose  his  every  stain ; 
 And  in  immortal  roseate  beauty  robed, 
 An  angel's  likeness  gain. 
 
 Only,  run  thou  with  courage  on 
 Straight  to  the  goal  set  in  the  skies ; 
 He,  who  assists  thy  course,  will  give  thee  soon 
 The  everlasting  prize. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  131 
 
 Father  supreme  !  vouchsafe  that  we, 
 For  whom  thine  only  Son  was  slain 
 And  whom  thy  Holy  Ghost  doth  sanctify, 
 May  heavenly  joys  attain. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Ira  jus  ta  Conditoris. 
 
 He  who  once,  in  righteous  vengeance, 
 Whelm'd  the  world  beneath  the  flood. 
 
 Once  again  in  mercy  cleansed  it 
 With  the  stream  of  his  ovni  Blood, 
 
 Coming  from  his  throne  on  high 
 
 On  the  painful  Cross  to  die. 
 
 Blest  with  this  all-sa\ang  shower, 
 Earth  her  beauty  straight  resumed  ; 
 
 In  the  place  of  thorns  and  briers, 
 Myrtles  sprang,  and  roses  bloom'd  : 
 
 Flowers  surprised  the  desert  waste. 
 
 Wormwood  lost  its  bitter  taste. 
 
132  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Scorpions  ceased ;  the  slimy  serpent 
 Laid  his  deadly  poison  by ; 
 
 Savage  beasts  of  cruel  instinct 
 Lost  their  wild  ferocity ; 
 
 Welcoming  the  gentle  reign 
 
 Of  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slaia. 
 
 Oh,  the  wisdom  of  th'  Eternal ! 
 
 Oh,  its  depth,  and  height  divine  ! 
 Oh,  the  sweetness  of  that  mercy 
 
 Which  in  Jesus  Christ  doth  shine  ! 
 The  guilty  slave  was  doom'd  to  die — 
 The  good  King  pays  the  penalty. 
 
 When  before  the  Judge  we  tremble, 
 Conscious  of  his  broken  laws, 
 
 May  this  Blood,  in  that  dread  hour, 
 Cry  aloud,  and  plead  our  cause  : 
 
 Bid  our  guilty  terrors  cease, 
 
 Be  our  pardon  and  our  peace. 
 
 Prince  and  Author  of  salvation  ! 
 Lord  of  majesty  supreme  ! 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON. 
 
 133 
 
 JesTi !  praise  to  Thee  be  given 
 
 By  the  world  Thou  didst  redeem ; 
 Who,  with  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
 Reisfnest  in  eternal  merit. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Salvete  Christi  vulnera. 
 
 Hail  wounds !  which  through  eternal  years 
 
 The  love  of  Jesus  show ; 
 Hail  wounds !  from  whence  encrimson'd  rills 
 
 Of  blood  for  ever  flow. 
 
 More  precious  than  the  gems  of  Ind. 
 
 Than  all  the  stars  more  fair ; 
 Nor  honeycomb,  nor  fragrant  rose, 
 
 Can  once  with  you  compare. 
 
 Through  you  is  open'd  to  our  souls 
 
 A  refuge  safe  and  calm. 
 Whither  no  raging  enemy 
 
 Can  reach  to  work  us  harm. 
 
134  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 What  countless  stripes  did  Christ  receive 
 
 Naked  in  Pilate's  hall ! 
 From  his  torn  flesh  what  streams  of  blood 
 
 Did  all  around  Him  fall ! 
 
 How  doth  th'  ensanguined  thorny  crowii 
 That  beauteous  brow  transpierce ! 
 
 How  do  the  nails  those  hands  and  feet 
 Contract  with  tortures  fierce ! 
 
 He  bows  his  head,  and  forth  at  last 
 
 His  loving  spirit  soars ; 
 Yet  even  after  death  his  heart 
 
 For  us  its  tribute  poure. 
 
 Beneath  the  wine-press  of  God's  wrath 
 
 His  Blood  for  us  He  drains; 
 Till  for  Himself,  O  wondrous  love  I 
 
 No  single  drop  remains. 
 
 Oh,  come  all  ye  in  whom  are  fix'd 
 
 The  deadly  stains  of  sin ! 
 Come !  wash  in  this  all-saving  Blood, 
 
 And  ye  shall  be  made  clean. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  135 
 
 Praise  Him,  who  with  the  Father  sits 
 
 Enthroned  upon  the  skies ; 
 Whose  Blood  redeems  our  souls  from  guilt, 
 
 Whose  Spirit  sanctifies. 
 
 PASSION-SUXDAY. 
 VESPERS, 
 
 Vexilla  Regis  prodeunt. 
 
 Forth  comes  the  Standard  of  the  King : 
 All  hail,  thou  Mystery  adored' 
 
 Hail,  Cross !  on  which  the  life  Himself 
 Died,  and  by  death  our  life  restored. 
 
 On  which  our  Saviour's  holy  side. 
 Rent  open  with  a  cruel  spear, 
 
 Of  blood  and  water  pour'd  a  stream, 
 To  wash  us  from  defilement  clear. 
 
 Oh  sacred  Wood  !  in  thee  fulfill'd 
 Was  holy  David's  truthful  lay ; 
 
 Which  told  the  world,  that  from  a  Tree 
 The  Lord  should  all  the  nations  sway. 
 
136  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Most  royally  empurpled  o^er, 
 
 How  beauteously  thy  stem  doth  shine  I 
 How  glorious  was  its  lot  to  touch 
 
 Those  limbs  so  holy  and  divine ! 
 
 Thrice  blest,  upon  whose  arms  outstreteh'd 
 The  Saviour  of  the  world  reclined ; 
 
 Balance  sublime !  upon  whose  beam 
 Was  weigh'd  the  ransom  of  mankind. 
 
 Hail,  Cross  I  thou  only  hope  of  man, 
 
 Hail  on  this  holy  Passion-day  I 
 To  saints  increase  the  grace  they  have ; 
 
 From  sinners  purge  their  guilt  away. 
 
 Salvation's  spring,  blest  Trinity, 
 
 Be  praise  to  Thee  through  earth  and  skies : 
 Thou  through  the  Cross  the  victory 
 
 Dost  give ;  oh,  also  give  the  prize  I 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    137 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Pange  lingua  gloriosi. 
 
 Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory ; 
 
 Tell  his  triumph  far  and  wide ; 
 Tell  aloud  the  famous  story 
 
 Of  his  Body  crucified ; 
 How  upon  the  Cross  a  Victim, 
 
 Vanquishing  in  death,  He  died. 
 
 Eating  of  the  Tree  forbidden, 
 Man  had  sunk  in  Satan's  snare. 
 
 When  our  pitying  Creator 
 Did  this  second  Tree  prepare ; 
 
 Destined,  many  ages  later, 
 That  first  evil  to  repair. 
 
 Such  the  order  God  appointed 
 When  for  sin  He  would  atone ; 
 
 To  the  Serpent  thus  opposing 
 
 Schemes  yet  deeper  than  his  own ; 
 
 Thence  the  remedy  procuring, 
 
 Whence  the  fatal  wound  had  come. 
 
138  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 So  when  now  at  length  the  fullness 
 Of  the  sacred  time  drew  nigh, 
 
 Then  the  Son,  the  world's  Creator, 
 Left  his  Father's  throne  on  high ; 
 
 From  a  Virgin's  womb  appearing, 
 Clothed  in  our  mortality, 
 
 All  within  a  lowly  manger, 
 
 Lo,  a  tender  babe  He  lies ! 
 See  his  gentle  Virgin  mother 
 
 Lull  to  sleep  his  infant  cries ! 
 While  the  limbs  of  God  Incarnate 
 
 Round  with  swathing  bands  she  ties. 
 
 Blessing,  honor  everlasting, 
 
 To  the  immortal  Deity ; 
 To  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
 
 Equal  praises  ever  be ; 
 Glory  through  the  earth  and  Heaven 
 
 To  Trinity  in  Unity. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    139 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 Lustra  sex  qui  jam  peregit. 
 
 Thus  did  Christ  to  perfect  manhood 
 
 In  our  mortal  flesh  attain : 
 Then  of  his  free  choice  He  goeth 
 
 To  a  death  of  bitter  pain ; 
 And  as  a  lamb,  upon  the  altar 
 
 Of  the  Cross,  for  us  is  slain. 
 
 Lo,  with  gall  his  thirst  he  quenches  I 
 See  the  thorns  upon  his  brow ! 
 
 Nails  his  tender  flesh  are  rending ! 
 See,  his  side  is  open'd  now  ! 
 
 Whence,  to  cleanse  the  whole  creation, 
 Streams  of  blood  and  water  flow. 
 
 Lofty  Tree,  bend  down  thy  branches, 
 To  embrace  thy  sacred  load ; 
 
 Oh,  relax  the  native  tension 
 Of  that  all  too  rigid  wood ; 
 
 Gently,  gently  bear  the  members 
 Of  thy  dying  Bang  and  God. 
 
140  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Tree,  which  solely  wast  found  worthy 
 The  world's  great  Victim  to  sustain ; 
 
 Harbor  from  the  raging  tempest  I 
 Ark,  that  saved  the  world  again ! 
 
 Tree,  with  sacred  Blood  anointed 
 Of  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
 
 Blessing,  honor  everlasting. 
 
 To  the  immortal  Deity ; 
 To  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
 
 Equal  praises  ever  be ; 
 Glory  through  the  earth  and  Heaven 
 
 To  Trinity  in  Unity. 
 
 LOW-SUKDAT,  AND  THROUGH  EASTEE  TO 
 
 ASCENSION-DAT. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 ^d  regias  agni  dapes. 
 
 Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  royal  feast 
 In  robes  of  saintly  white  we  sing. 
 
 Through  the  Red  Sea  in  safety  brought 
 By  Jesus  our  immortal  King. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    141 
 
 O  depth  of  love !  for  us  He  drinks 
 
 The  chalice  of  his  agony ; 
 For  us  a  Victim  on  the  Cross 
 
 He  meekly  lays  Him  down  to  die. 
 
 And  as  the  avenging  Angel  pass'd 
 Of  old  the  blood-besprinkled  door ; 
 
 As  the  cleft  sea  a  passage  gave, 
 Then  closed  to  whelm  th'  Egyptians  o'er : 
 
 So  Christ,  our  Paschal  Sacrifice, 
 
 Has  brought  us  safe  all  perils  through  ; 
 
 While  for  unleaven'd  bread  we  need 
 But  heart  sincere  and  purpose  true. 
 
 Hail,  purest  Victim  Heaven  could  find, 
 The  powers  of  Hell  to  overthrow ! 
 
 Who  didst  the  chains  of  Death  destroy ; 
 Who  dost  the  prize  of  Life  bestow. 
 
 Hail,  victor  Christ !  hail,  risen  King ! 
 
 To  Thee  alone  belongs  the  crown ; 
 Who  hast  the  heavenly  gates  unbarr'd, 
 
 And  dragg'd  the  Prince  of  darkness  down. 
 
142  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 O  Jesu !  from  the  death  of  sin 
 
 Keep  us,  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
 
 The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 
 
 Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee. 
 
 Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 
 Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given ; 
 
 With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter, 
 
 Henceforth  bv  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Rex  sempiterne  cmlitum. 
 
 O  Thou,  the  Heaven's  eternal  King ! 
 
 Lord  of  the  starry  spheres 
 Who  with  the  Father  equal  art 
 
 From  everlasting  years : 
 
 All  praise  to  thy  most  holy  Name, 
 Who,  when  the  world  began. 
 
 Yoking  the  soul  vdth  clay,  didst  form 
 In  thine  own  image,  Man. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    143 
 
 And  praise  to  Thee,  who,  when  the  Foe 
 
 Had  marr'd  thy  work  sublime, 
 Clothing  Thyself  in  flesh,  didst  mould 
 
 Our  race  a  second  time. 
 
 When  from  the  tomb  new  born,  as  from 
 
 A  Virgin  born  before, 
 Thou  didst  reverse  our  fallen  state, 
 
 And  life  to  man  restore. 
 
 Eternal  Shepherd !  who  thy  flock 
 
 In  thy  pure  Font  dost  lave. 
 Where  souls  are  cleansed,  and  all  their  guilt 
 
 Buried  as  in  a  grave ; 
 
 Jesu !  who  to  the  Cross  wast  nail'd, 
 
 Our  countless  debt  to  pay ; 
 Jesu !  who  lavishly  didst  pour 
 
 Thy  blood  for  us  away  : 
 
 Oh,  from  the  wretched  death  of  sin 
 
 Keep  us ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
 The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 
 
 Of  all  new  born  in  Thee. 
 
144  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
 Who  rose,  be  glory  given  ; 
 
 With  Thee,  Almighty  Paraclete ! 
 By  all  in  earth  and  Heaven, 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Aurora  ccelum  purpurat. 
 
 The  davi^n  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky ; 
 
 With  alleluias  rang  the  air ; 
 Earth  held  a  glorious  jubilee ; 
 
 Hell  gnash'd  its  teeth  in  fierce  despair : 
 
 When  our  most  valiant  mighty  King 
 From  death's  abyss,  in  dread  array, 
 
 Led  the  long-prison'd  Fathers  forth, 
 Into  the  beam  of  life  and  day : 
 
 When  He,  whom  stone,  and  seal,  and  guard, 
 Had  safely  to  the  tomb  consign'd, 
 
 Triumphant  rose,  and  buried  Death 
 Deep  in  the  grave  He  left  behind. 
 
FE.OM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.     145 
 
 "  Calm  all  your  grief,  and  still  your  tears;" 
 Hark !  the  descending  angel  cries ; 
 
 "  For  Clfrist  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
 And  Death  is  slain,  no  more  to  rise." 
 
 O  Jesu  !  from  the  death  of  sin 
 
 Keep  us,  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
 
 The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 
 Of  all  the  souls  new  born  in  Thee. 
 
 Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
 
 Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given ; 
 
 With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter ! 
 
 Henceforth  by  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
 THE  ASCENSION  OF  OUR  LORD. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    LAUDS. 
 
 ScUutis  humanm  Sator. 
 
 O  Thou  pure  light  of  souls  that  love, 
 True  joy  of  every  human  breast, 
 
 Sower  of  life's  immortal  seed, 
 Our  Maker,  and  Redeemer  blest ! 
 10 
 
146  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 What  wondrous  pity  Thee  o'ercame, 
 To  make  our  guilty  load  thine  own, 
 
 And  sinless,  suffer  death  and  shame, 
 For  our  transgressions  to  atone ! 
 
 Thou,  bursting  Hades  open  wide. 
 Didst  all  the  captive  souls  unchain ; 
 
 And  thence  to  thy  dread  Father's  side 
 With  glorious  pomp  ascend  again. 
 
 Jesu !  may  pity  Tliee  compel 
 
 To  heal  the  wounds  of  which  we  die 
 And  take  us  in  thy  Light  to  dwell, 
 
 Who  for  thy  blissful  Presence  sigh. 
 
 Be  Thou  our  guide,  be  Thou  our  goal  ; 
 
 Be  Thou  our  pathway  to  the  skies ; 
 Our  joy,  when  sorrow  fills  the  soul; 
 
 In  death  our  everlasting  prize. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.     147 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 .Mteme  Rex  altissime, 
 
 O  Thou  eternal  King  most  high ! 
 
 Who  didst  the  world  redeem ; 
 And  conquering  Death  and  Hell,  receive 
 
 A  dignity  supreme. 
 
 Thou,  through  the  starry  orbs,  this  day, 
 
 Didst  to  thy  throne  ascend  ; 
 Thenceforth  to  reign  in  sovereign  power, 
 
 And  glory  without  end. 
 
 There,  seated  in  thy  majesty. 
 
 To  Thee  submissive  bow 
 The  Heaven  of  Heavens,  the  spacious  earth, 
 
 The  depths  of  Hell  below. 
 
 With  trembling  there  the  angels  see 
 
 The  changed  estate  of  men : 
 The  flesh  which  sinn'd  by  Flesh  redeem'd ; 
 
 Man  in  the  Godhead  reign. 
 
148  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 There,  waiting  for  thy  faithful  souls, 
 
 Be  Thou  to  us,  O  Lord ! 
 Our  peerless  joy  while  here  we  stay, 
 
 In  Heaven  our  great  reward. 
 
 Renew  our  strength ;  our  sins  forgive ; 
 
 Our  miseries  efface ; 
 And  lift  our  souls  aloft  to  Thee, 
 
 By  thy  celestial  grace. 
 
 So,  when  Thou  shinest  on  the  clouds, 
 
 With  thy  angelic  train, 
 May  we  be  saved  from  vengeance  due, 
 
 And  our  lost  crowns  regain. 
 
 Glory  to  Jesus,  who  returns 
 
 Triumphantly  to  Heaven ; 
 Praise  to  the  Father  evermore, 
 
 And  Holy  Ghost  be  given. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  149 
 
 WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 F'eni  Creator  Spiritus. 
 
 Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
 And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy  rest ; 
 Come,  with  thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
 To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 
 
 Great  Paraclete !  to  Thee  we  cry : 
 O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high ! 
 O  fount  of  life !  O  fire  of  love ! 
 And  sweet  Anointing  from  above ! 
 
 Thou  in  thy  sevenfold  gifts  art  known ; 
 Thee  Finger  of  God's  hand  we  own ; 
 The  promise  of  the  Father  Thou  ! 
 Who  dost  the  tongue  with  power  endow. 
 
 Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 
 And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love ; 
 With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
 The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 
 
150  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
 And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead; 
 So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  guide, 
 Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 
 
 Oh,  may  thy  grace  on  us  bestow, 
 
 The  Father  and  the  Son  to  know, 
 
 And  Thee  through  endless  times  confess'd 
 
 Of  Both  th'  eternal  Spirit  blest. 
 
 All  glory  while  the  ages  run 
 
 Be  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
 
 Who  rose  from  death ;  the  same  to  Thee, 
 
 O  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Jam  Christus  astra  ascenderat. 
 
 Above  the  starry  spheres. 
 To  where  He  was  before, 
 Christ  had  gone  up,  soon  from  on  high 
 The  Father's  gift  to  pour : 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER   OF    THE    SEASON.     151 
 
 And  now  had  fully  come, 
 On  mystic  circle  borae 
 Of  seven  times  seven  revolving  days, 
 The  Pentecostal  morn : 
 
 When,  as  the  Apostles  knelt 
 At  the  third  hour  in  prayer, 
 A  sudden  rushing  sound  proclaim'd 
 The  God  of  glory  near. 
 
 Forthwith  a  tongue  of  fire 
 Alights  on  every  brow ; — 
 Each  breast  receives  the  Father's  light 
 The  Word's  enkindling  glow. 
 
 The  Holy  Ghost  on  all 
 Is  mightily  outpour'd ; 
 Who  straight  in  divers  tongues  declare 
 The  wonders  of  the  Lord. 
 
 While  strangers  of  all  climes 
 Flock  round  from  far  and  near, 
 And  with  amazement,  each  at  once 
 Their  native  accents  hear. 
 
152  SACRED    YEAE.. 
 
 But  Judah,  faithless  still, 
 Denies  the  hand  di\ane  ; 
 And  madly  jeers  the  Saints  of  Christ, 
 As  drunk  with  new-made  wine. 
 
 Till  Peter  in  the  midst 
 Stood  up,  and  spake  aloud ; 
 And  their  perfidious  falsity 
 By  Joel's  witness  show'd. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  be ! 
 Praise  to  the  Son  who  rose ! 
 Praise,  Holy  Paraclete,  to  Thee, 
 While  age  on  ages  flows  ! 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Beata  nobis  gaudia. 
 
 Again  the  slowly  circling  year 
 Brings  round  the  blessed  hour. 
 
 When  on  the  Saints  the  Comforter 
 Came  down  in  grace  and  power. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER   OF    THE    SEASON.    1 53 
 
 In  fashion  of  a  fiery  tongue 
 
 The  mighty  Godhead  came  ; 
 Their  lips  with  eloquence  He  strung, 
 
 And  fill'd  their  hearts  with  flame. 
 
 Straightway  with  divers  tongues  they  speak, 
 
 Instinct  with  grace  divine ; 
 While  wond'ring  crowds  the  cause  mistake. 
 
 And  deem  them  drunk  with  wine. 
 
 These  things  were  mystically  wrought, — 
 
 The  Paschal  time  complete. 
 When  Israel's  Law  remission  brought 
 
 Of  every  legal  debt. 
 
 God  of  all  grace  !  to  Thee  we  pray, 
 
 To  Thee  adoring  bend ; 
 Into  our  hearts  this  sacred  day 
 
 Thy  Spirit's  fullness  send. 
 
 Thou,  who  in  ages  past  didst  pour 
 
 Thy  graces  from  above, — 
 Thy  grace  in  us  where  lost  restore. 
 
 And  stablish  peace  and  love. 
 
154  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 All  glory  to  the  Father  be  ; 
 
 And  to  the  Son  who  rose  ; 
 Glory,  O  Holy  Ghost!  to  Thee, 
 
 While  age  on  ages  flows. 
 
 TRINITY-SUNDAY. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Jam  Sol  recedit  igneus. 
 
 Now  doth  the  fiery  sun  decline  : — 
 Thou,  Unity  eternal !  shine  : 
 Thou,  Trinity,  thy  blessings  pour, 
 And  make  our  hearts  with  love  run  o'er. 
 
 Thee  in  the  hymns  of  morn  we  praise  ; 
 To  Thee  our  voice  at  eve  we  raise  ; 
 Oh,  grant  us,  with  thy  Saints  on  high. 
 Thee  through  all  time  to  glorify. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ; 
 As  ever  was  in  ages  past. 
 And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    155 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 SummcB  Parens  dementia. 
 
 O  Thou  eternal  Source  of  love ! 
 
 Ruler  of  nature's  scheme ! 
 In  Substance  One,  in  Persons  Three ! 
 
 Omniscient  and  Supreme ! 
 
 Be  nigh  to  us  when  we  arise ; 
 
 And,  at  the  break  of  day, 
 With  wakening  body  wake  the  soul, 
 
 Her  meed  of  praise  to  pay. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 
 And  to  his  only  Son ; 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
 
 While  ceaseless  ages  run. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 7\t  Trinitatis  Unitas. 
 
 O  Thou  !  who  dost  all  nature  sway, 
 
 Dread  Trinity  in  Unity ! 
 Accept  the  trembling  praise  we  pour 
 
 To  thy  eternal  Majesty. 
 
156  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 The  star  that  heralds  in  the  morn 
 Is  slowly  fading  in  the  skies ; 
 
 The  darkness  melts ; — O  Thou  true  light ! 
 Upon  our  darken'd  souls  arise. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son ; 
 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
 While  everlasting  ages  run. 
 
 FEAST  OF  CORPUS  CHRISTI 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Pange  lingua  glorias  i. 
 
 Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory, 
 Of  his  Flesh  the  mystery  sing ; 
 
 Of  the  Blood,  all  price  exceeding, 
 Shed  by  our  immortal  King, 
 
 Destined,  for  the  world's  redemption, 
 From  a  noble  womb  to  spring. 
 
FP>,OM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.     157 
 
 Of  a  pure  and  spotless  Virgin 
 
 Born  for  us  on  earth  below, 
 He,  as  Man  with  man  conversing, 
 
 Stay'd,  the  seeds  of  truth  to  sow ; 
 Then  He  closed  in  solemn  order 
 
 Wondrously  his  life  of  woe. 
 
 On  the  night  of  that  Last  Supper, 
 
 Seated  with  his  chosen  band, 
 He  the  Paschal  victim  eating, 
 
 First  fulfills  the  Law's  command ; 
 Then,  as  Food  to  all  his  brethren 
 
 Gives  Himself  VTith  his  own  hand. 
 
 Word  made  Flesh,  the  bread  of  nature 
 By  his  word  to  Flesh  He  turns ; 
 
 Wine  into  his  Blood  He  changes : — 
 What  though  sense  no  change  discerns? 
 
 Only  be  the  heart  in  earnest. 
 Faith  her  lesson  quickly  learns. 
 
 [Tantum  ergo  sacramentum.] 
 
 Down  in  adoration  falling, 
 Lo !  the  sacred  Host  we  hail ; 
 
158  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Lo  !  o'er  ancient  forms  departing, 
 Newer  rites  of  grace  prevail ; 
 
 Faith,  for  all  defects  supplying. 
 Where  the  feeble  senses  fail. 
 
 To  the  Everlasting  Father, 
 
 And  the  Son  who  reigns  on  high. 
 With  the  Holy  Ghost  proceeding 
 
 Forth  from  Each  eternally. 
 Be  salvation,  honor,  blessing, 
 
 Might,  and  endless  majesty. 
 
 MATINS. 
 Sacris  solemniis  juncta  sint  gnudia. 
 
 Let  us  with  hearts  renew'd, 
 Our  grateful  homage  pay ; 
 And  welcome  with  triumphant  songs 
 This  ever-blessed  day. 
 
 Upon  this  hallow'd  night 
 Christ  with  his  brethren  ate. 
 Obedient  to  the  olden  law, 
 The  Pasch  before  Him  set. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.     159 
 
 Which  done, — Himself  entire, 
 The  true  Incarnate  God, 
 Alike  on  each,  alike  on  all, 
 His  sacred  hands  bestow'd. 
 
 He  gave  his  Flesh ;  He  gave 
 His  precious  Blood ;  and  said, 
 "  Receive,  and  drink  ye  all  of  this, 
 For  your  salvation  shed." 
 
 Thus  did  the  Lord  appoint 
 This  Sacrifice  sublime, 
 And  made  his  Priests  its  ministers 
 Through  all  the  bounds  of  time. 
 
 Farewell  to  types !     Henceforth 
 We  feed  on  Angels'  food  : 
 The  guilty  slave — oh,  wonder! — eats 
 The  Body  of  his  God ! 
 
 O  Blessed  Three  in  One ! 
 Visit  our  hearts,  we  pray ; 
 And  lead  us  on  through  thine  own  paths 
 To  thy  eternal  Day. 
 
160  SACRED    YEAPw, 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Verbum  supernum  prodiens. 
 
 The  Word,  descending  from  above, 
 Though  Avith  the  Father  still  on  high. 
 
 Went  forth  upon  his  work  of  love, 
 And  soon  to  life's  last  eve  drew  nigh. 
 
 He  shortly  to  a  death  accursed 
 
 By  a  disciple  shall  be  given ; 
 But,  to  his  twelve  disciples,  first 
 
 He  gives  Himself,  the  Bread  from  Heaven. 
 
 Himself  in  either  kind  He  gave ; 
 
 He  gave  his  Flesh,  He  gave  his  Blood; 
 Of  flesh  and  blood  all  men  are  made ; 
 
 And  He  of  man  would  be  the  Food, 
 
 At  birth,  our  brother  He  became  ; 
 
 At  board.  Himself  as  food  He  gives  j 
 To  ransom  us  He  died  in  shame ; 
 
 As  our  reward,  in  bliss  He  lives. 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OP  THE  SEASON.  161 
 
 [O  8alutari8  Hostia.] 
 O  SAVING  Victim !  opening  wide 
 
 The  gate  of  Heaven  to  man  below ! 
 Our  foes  press  on  from  every  side ; — 
 
 Thine  aid  supply,  thy  strength  bestow. 
 
 To  thy  great  Name  be  endless  praise, 
 Immortal  Godhead,  one  in  Three  ! 
 
 Oh,  grant  us  endless  length  of  days, 
 In  our  true  native  land,  with  Thee ! 
 
 FRIDAY  APTER  THE  OCTAVE  OF  CORPUS 
 CHRIST! 
 
 FEAST   OF   THE   MOST   SACRED   HEART   OF  JESUS. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 AuctOT  beate  sceciUi. 
 
 Jesu,  Creator  of  the  world ! 
 
 Of  all  mankind  Redeemer  blest ! 
 True  God  of  God !  in  whom  we  see 
 
 The  Father's  Image  clear  express'd ! 
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162  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Thee,  Saviour,  love  alone  constrain'd 
 To  make  our  mortal  flesh  thine  own  ; 
 
 And  as  a  second  Adam  come, 
 For  the  first  Adam  to  atone. 
 
 That  self-same  love,  which  made  the  sky. 
 Which  made  the  sea,  and  stars,  and  earth, 
 
 Took  pity  on  our  misery, 
 
 And  broke  the  bondage  of  our  birth. 
 
 O  Jesu !  in  thy  heart  divine 
 
 May  that  same  love  for  ever  glow ; 
 
 For  ever  mercy  to  mankind 
 
 From  that  exhaustless  fountain  flow. 
 
 For  this,  thy  sacred  heart  was  pierced. 
 And  both  with  blood  and  water  ran ; 
 
 To  cleanse  us  from  the  stains  of  guilt. 
 And  be  the  hope  and  strength  of  man 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 All  praise,  and  power,  and  glory  be  ; 
 
 With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter, 
 Henceforth  through  all  eternity. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    162 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 En  ut  superba  criminum. 
 
 Lo !  how  the  savage  crew 
 Of  our  proud  sins  hath  rent 
 The  Heart  of  our  all-gracious  God, — 
 That  Heart  so  innocent ! 
 
 The  soldier's  quiv'ring  lance 
 Our  guilt  it  was  that  sped ; 
 The  steel  that  pierced  Him,  by  our  crimes 
 So  deadly  sharp  was  made. 
 
 O  Heart !  whence  sprang  the  Church, 
 The  Sa\dour's  spotless  Bride ; 
 Thou  Door  of  our  Salvation's  Ark 
 Set  in  its  mystic  side ! 
 
 Thou  holy  Fount !  whence  flows 
 The  sacred  sevenfold  flood, 
 Where  we  our  filthy  robes  may  cleanse 
 In  the  Lamb's  saving  blood : 
 
164  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 By  sorrowful  relapse, 
 Thee  will  we  rend  no  more ; 
 But  like  the  flames,  those  types  of  love, 
 Strive  Heavenward  to  soar. 
 
 Father  and  Son  supreme ! 
 And  Spirit !  hear  our  cry ; 
 To  whom  praise,  power,  and  glory  be, 
 '  Through  all  eternity. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Cor  area  legem  continens. 
 
 Ark  of  the  Covenant !  not  that 
 Whence  bondage  came  of  old 
 
 But  that  of  pardon  and  of  grace. 
 And  mercies  manifold ! 
 
 Thou  Veil  of  awful  mystery ! 
 
 Thou  Sanctuary  sublime ! 
 Thou  sacred  Temple,  holier  far 
 
 Than  that  of  olden  time  ! 
 
FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  THE  SEASON.  165 
 
 Blest  Heart  of  Christ !  in  thy  dear  wound 
 
 The  hidden  depth  we  see, 
 Of  what  were  else  unguess'd  by  ug, — 
 
 His  boundless  charity. 
 
 Beneath  this  emblem  of  pure  love, 
 'Twas  Love  Himself  that  died ; 
 
 And  offer'd  up  for  us  to  God 
 A  Victim  crucified. 
 
 Oh,  who  of  his  redeem'd  will  Him 
 
 Their  mutual  love  refuse  ? 
 Who  would  not  rather  in  that  heart 
 
 Their  home  eternal  choose  ? 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 
 And,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
 Be  honor,  glory,  \drtue,  power, 
 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
166  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 ANOTHER  OPFICE  OP  THE  SAME  EEAST. 
 
 •     VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Quiciinque  certum  qumritis. 
 
 All  ye  who  seek  a  certain  cure 
 
 In  trouble  and  distress, 
 Whatever  sorrow  vex  the  mind, 
 
 Or  guilt  the  soul  oppress : 
 
 Jesus,  who  gave  Himself  for  you 
 
 Upon  the  Cross  to  die, 
 Opens  to  you  his  sacred  Heart, — 
 
 Oh,  to  that  Heart  draw  nigh ! 
 
 Ye  hear  how  kindly  He  invites ; 
 
 Ye  hear  his  words  so  blest ; — 
 "  All  ye  that  labor,  come  to  Me, 
 
 And  I  will  give  you  rest." 
 
 What  meeker  than  the  Saviour's  Heart  ?- 
 
 As  on  the  Cross  He  lay, 
 It  did  his  murderers  forgive, 
 
 And  for  their  pardon  pray. 
 
FROM    THE    PROPER    OF    THE    SEASON.    ]  67 
 
 O  Heart !  thou  joy  of  Saints  on  high ! 
 
 Thou  Hope  of  sinners  here ! 
 Attracted  by  those  loving  words, 
 
 To  Thee  I  lift  my  prayer. 
 
 Wash  Thou  my  wounds  in  that  dear  Blood 
 Which  forth  from  Thee  doth  flow  ; 
 
 New  grace,  new  hope  inspire ;  a  new 
 And  better  heart  bestow. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Summi  Parentis  filio. 
 
 To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
 And  Son  of  God  most  high. 
 The  Father  of  the  world  to  come, — 
 Sing  we  with  holy  joy. 
 
 Deep  in  his  Heart  for  us 
 The  wound  of  love  He  bore  ; — 
 That  love,  which  still  He  kindles  in 
 The  hearts  that  Him  adore. 
 
168  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 O  Jesu  !  Victim  blest ! 
 What  else  but  love  divine, 
 Could  Thee  constrain  to  open  thus 
 That  sacred  Heart  of  thine  ? 
 
 O  Fount  of  endless  life ! 
 O  Spring  of  waters  clear ! 
 O  Flame  celestial,  cleansing  all 
 Who  unto  Thee  draw  near  ! 
 
 Hide  me  in  thy  dear  Heart, 
 For  thither  do  I  fly ; 
 There  seek  thy  grace  through  life,  in  death 
 Thine  immortality. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  be ; 
 Praise  to  his  only  Son  ; 
 Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
 While  endless  ages  run. 
 
§mtl  "'^m. 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  BREVIARY. 
 
 ni. 
 
 HYMNS  BELONGING  TO  THE  PROPER  OF 
 SAINTS. 
 
SACRED  YEAR. 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  BREVIARY. 
 
 ni. 
 
 HYMNS   BELONGING  TO  THE  PROPER  OF 
 SAINTS. 
 
 ST.  PETER'S  CHAIP.  AT  ROiEE. 
 
 January  18. 
 
 VESPERS      AND      MATINS. 
 
 Quodcunque  in  or  be  nexihus  revinxeris. 
 
 Peter,  whatever  thou  shalt  bind  on  earth, 
 
 The  same  is  bound  above  the  starry  sky ; 
 What  here  thy  delegated  power  doth  loose, 
 Is  loosed  in  Heaven's  great  citadel  on  high ; 
 To  judgment  shalt  thou  come,  when  the  world's 
 end  is  nigh. 
 
172  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  through  all  ages  be 
 
 The  same  to  Thee,  O  coeternal  Son, 
 And  Holy  Ghost,  One  glorious  Trinity ; 
 To  whom  all  majesty  and  might  belong; 
 So  sing  we  now,  and  such  be  our  eternal  song. 
 
 LA  UDS. 
 
 Beate  Pastor  Petre  clemens  accipe. 
 
 Peter,  blest  Shepherd !  hear  our  piteous  cry, 
 And  with  a  word  unloose  our  guilty  chain ; 
 
 Thou !  who  hast  power  to  ope  the  gates  on  high 
 To  mortal  man,  and  power  to  shut  them  fast 
 again. 
 
 Praise,  blessing,  majesty,  through  endless  days, 
 
 Be  to  the  Trinity  immortal  given ; 
 Who  in  pure  Unity  profoundly  sways 
 
 Eternally  alike  all  things  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
HYMNS   PROM    THE    PROPER   OF    SAINTS.   173 
 
 CONYEESION  OF  ST.  PAUL  THE  APOSTLE. 
 
 January  25. 
 
 VESPERS     AND     MATINS. 
 
 Egregie  doctor  Paule  mores  instrue. 
 
 Lead  us,  great  teacher  Paul,  in  wisdom's  ways, 
 And  lift  our  hearts  with  thine  to  Heaven's  high 
 throne ; 
 
 Till  Faith  beholds  the  clear  meridian  blaze, 
 And  sunlike  in  the  soul  reigns  Charity  alone. 
 
 Praise,  blessing,  majesty,  through  endless  days, 
 
 Be  to  the  Trinity  immortal  given ; 
 Who  in  pure  Unity  profoundly  sways 
 
 Eternally  all  things  alike  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
174  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 ST.  MAETINA,  YIRGm  AND  MARTYE. 
 January  30. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 MartiiKB  celehri  plaudite  nomini. 
 
 Lift  to  the  skies,  great  Rome,  Martina's  name, 
 Her  praises  celebrate  with  glad  accord ; 
 Martina,  high  in  merit,  Virgin  blest. 
 And  martyr  of  her  Lord. 
 
 Beauty  and  youth,  the  joys  of  happy  home, 
 Ancestral  palaces,  and  noble  birth ; 
 AH  these  were  hers, — all  these,  for  Jesu's  sake, 
 She  counted  nothing  worth. 
 
 Her  wealth  she  shared  among  the  poor  of  Christ, 
 Content  with  seeking  better  wealth  above ; 
 Herself  she  gave  to  her  immortal  King, 
 Too  happy  in  his  love. 
 
 Expel  false  worldly  joys;  and  fill  us.  Lord, 
 With  thy  irradiating  beam  divine ; 
 Who  with  thy  suffering  martyrs  present  art. 
 Great  Godhead  one  and  trine. 
 
HYMNS    FROM    THE    PROPEPw    OF    SAINTS.  175 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 
 JK'on  illam  crucians  ungula  nonferm. 
 
 The  agonizing  hooks,  the  rending  scourge, 
 Shook  not  the  dauntless  spirit  in  her  breast ; 
 With  torments  rack'd,  she  tastes  from  angel  hands 
 A  sweet  celestial  feast. 
 
 In  vain  they  cast  her  to  the  ravening  beasts ; 
 Calm  at  her  feet  the  lion  crouches  down : 
 Smit  by  the  sword,  at  length  she  passes  on 
 To  her  immortal  crown. 
 
 Now  with  the  Saints,  Martina  sits  in  bliss ; 
 To  her  the  Church  below  its  tribute  pours. 
 And  from  her  consecrated  altars,  prayer 
 With  odorous  incense  soars. 
 
176  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 
 Tu  natale  sohim  protege,  tu  bonce. 
 
 Protect  thy  native  land,  O  Spirit  blest! 
 And  give  to  Christendom  sweet  days  of  peace ; 
 Cause  the  shrill  trumpet,  and  the  shock  of  war, 
 Amid  her  realms  to  cease. 
 
 And  g-athering-  her  kings  beneath  the  Cross, 
 Regain  Jerusalem  from  its  proud  foe ; 
 Avenge  the  guiltless  blood ;  and  with  thine  arm 
 The  hostile  strength  o'erthrow. 
 
 O  Pillar  and  defence  of  thine  own  Rome ! 
 Her  boast,  her  crown,  her  glory,  and  her  praise  ! 
 Accept  the  fervent  worship  which  to  Thee 
 With  solemn  rite  she  pays. 
 
 Expel  false  worldly  joys,  and  fill  us.  Lord, 
 With  thy  irradiating  beam  diAine ; 
 Who  with  thy  suffering  mart)rrs  present  art, 
 Great  Godhead  one  and  trine. 
 
HYMNS   FROM    THE    PROPER   OF    SAINTS.  177 
 
 ST.  GABRIEL  THE  AECHMGEL 
 
 March  18. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Christe,  sanctorum  decus  angelorum.  • 
 
 O  Christ  !  the  beauty  of  the  angel  worlds ! 
 Of  man  the  Maker  and  Redeemer  blest ! 
 Grant  us  one  day  to  mount  the  path  of  light, 
 And  in  thy  glory  rest. 
 
 Angel  of  Peace !  thou,  Michael,  from  above, 
 Come  down,  amid  the  homes  of  man  to  dwell ; 
 And  banish  wars,  with  all  their  tears  and  blood, 
 Back  to  their  native  Hell. 
 
 Angel  of  Strength !  thou,  Gabriel,  cast  out 
 Thine  ancient  foes,  usurpers  of  thy  reign ; 
 The  temples  of  thy  triumph  round  the  globe 
 Revisit  once  again. 
 
 And  Raphael,  Physician  of  the  soul, — 
 Let  him  descend  from  his  pure  halls  of  light, 
 To  heal  the  sick,  and  guide  each  doubtful  course 
 Through  all  our  life  aright. 
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178  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Thou  too,  O  Virgin,  with  the  angel  choirs, 
 Mother  of  Light,  and  Queen  of  Peace !  descend ; 
 And  bring  with  thee  the  radiant  Court  of  Heaven, 
 Thy  children  to  befriend. 
 
 This  grace  on  us  bestow,  O  Father  blest ; 
 And  thou,  O  Son  by  an  eternal  birth : 
 With  Thee,  from  both  proceeding,  Holy  Ghost, 
 Whose  glory  fills  the  earth. 
 
 ST.  JOSEPH,  SPOUSE  OF  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN  MARY. 
 
 March  19. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Te  Joseph  celebrent  agmina  cxlituvu 
 
 Joseph,  pure  Spouse  of  that  immortal  Bride, 
 Who  shines  in  ever-\drgin  glory  bright, 
 Thy  praise  let  all  the  earth  re-echoing  send 
 Back  to  the  realms  of  liafht. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    179 
 
 Thee,  when  sore  doubts  of  thine  affianced  wdf  e 
 Had  fill'd  thy  righteous  spirit  with  dismay, 
 An  Angel  visited,  and,  with  blest  words, 
 Scatter'd  thy  fears  away. 
 
 Thine  arras  embraced  thy  Maker  newly  born ; 
 With  Him  to  Egypt's  desert  didst  thou  flee ; 
 Him  in  Jerusalem  didst  seek  and  find  ; 
 Oh,  day  of  joy  to  thee! 
 
 Not  until  after  death  their  blissful  crown 
 Others  obtain  ;  but  unto  thee  was  given, 
 In  thine  own  lifetime  to  enjoy  thy  God, 
 As  do  the  blest  in  Heaven. 
 
 Grant  us,  great  Trinity,  for  Joseph's  sake. 
 The  heights  of  immortality  to  gain ; 
 There,  with  glad  tongues,  thy  praise  to  celebrate 
 In  one  eternal  strain. 
 
180  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Cmlitum  Joseph  decus  atgue  nostra. 
 
 Joseph  !  our  certain  hope  of  life ! 
 
 Glory  of  earth  and  Heaven  ! 
 Thou  Pillar  of  the  world  I  to  thee 
 
 Be  praise  eternal  given. 
 
 Thee,  as  Salvation's  minister, 
 
 The  mighty  Maker  chose ; 
 As  Foster-father  of  the  Word ; 
 
 As  Mary's  spotless  Spouse. 
 
 With  joy  thou  sawest  Him  new  born, 
 
 Of  whom  the  Prophets  sang  ; 
 Him  in  a  manger  didst  adore, 
 
 From  whom  Creation  sprang. 
 
 The  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings, 
 
 Ruler  of  sky  and  sea, 
 Whom  Heaven,  and  Earth,  and  Hell  obey, 
 
 Was  subject  unto  thee. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.     181 
 
 Blest  Trinity !  vouchsafe  to  us, 
 Through  Joseph's  merits  high, 
 
 To  mount  the  Heavenly  seats,  and  reign 
 With  him  eternally. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 Tste  quem  Imti  colimus  fideles. 
 
 Worshipp'd   throughout   the  Church  to  earth's 
 far  ends 
 
 With  prayer  and  solemn  rite, 
 Joseph  this  day  triumphantly  ascends 
 
 Into  the  realms  of  light. 
 
 Oh,  blest  beyond  the  lot  of  mortal  men  ; 
 
 O'er  whose  last  d}dng  sigh, 
 Christ  and  the  Virgin  watch'd  with  looks  serene, 
 
 Soothing  his  agony. 
 
 Loosed  from  his  fleshy  chain,  gently  he  fleets 
 
 As  in  calm  sleep  away; 
 And  diadem'd  with  light,  enters  the  seats 
 
 Of  everlasting  day. 
 
182  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 There  throned  in  power,  let  us  his  loving  aid 
 
 With  fervent  prayers  implore  ; 
 So  may  he  gain  us  pardon  in  our  need, 
 
 And  peace  for  evermore. 
 
 Glory  and  praise  to  Thee,  blest  Trinity ! 
 
 Who  hast  to  Joseph  given 
 A  crown  of  gold,  which  he  eternally 
 
 Wears  in  the  courts  of  Heaven. 
 
 FRIDAY  AFTER  PASSION-SUNDAY. 
 
 FEAST   OF   THE   SEVEN    DOLOURS   OF   THE   BLESSED 
 VIRGIN   MARY. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Stabat  Mater  dolorosa. 
 
 At  the  Cross  her  station  keeping, 
 Stood  the  mournful  Mother  weeping, 
 Close  to  Jesus  to  the  last : 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    183 
 
 Through  her  heart,  his  sorrow  sharing, 
 All  his  bitter  anguish  bearing. 
 
 Now  at  length  the  sword  had  pass'd. 
 
 Oh,  how  sad  and  sore  distress'd 
 Was  that  Mother  highly  blest 
 
 Of  the  sole-begotten  One ! 
 Christ  above  in  torment  hangs ; 
 She  beneath  beholds  the  pangs 
 
 Of  her  dying  glorious  Son, 
 
 Is  there  one  who  would  not  weep^ 
 Whelm'd  in  miseries  so  deep 
 
 Christ's  dear  Mother  to  behold  1 
 Can  the  human  heart  refrain 
 From  partaking  in  her  pain. 
 
 In  that  Mother's  pain  untold  ? 
 
 Bruised,  derided,  cursed,  defiled. 
 She  beheld  her  tender  Child 
 
 All  with  bloody  scourges  rent  ; 
 For  the  sins  of  his  own  nation, 
 Saw  Him  hang  in  desolation, 
 
 Till  his  Spirit  forth  He  sent. 
 
184  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 O  thou  Mother !  fount  of  love  f 
 Touch  my  spirit  from  above. 
 
 Make  my  heart  with  thine  accord : 
 Make  me  feel  as  thou  hast  felt ; 
 Make  my  soul  to  glow  and  melt 
 
 With  the  love  of  Christ  my  Lord. 
 
 MATINS. 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 Sancta  Mater  istud  agas. 
 
 Holy  Mother !  pierce  me  through ; 
 In  my  heart  each  wound  renew 
 
 Of  my  Sa\dour  crucified  : 
 Let  me  share  with  thee  His  pain^ 
 Who  for  all  my  sins  was  slain, 
 
 Who  for  me  in  torments  died. 
 
 Let  me  mingle  tears  vvdth  thee, 
 Mourning  Him  who  moum'd  for  me, 
 All  the  days  that  I  may  live : 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    185 
 
 By  the  Cross  with,  thee  to  stay ; 
 There  with  thee  to  weep  and  pray ; 
 Is  all  I  ask  of  thee  to  give. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 Virgo  virginum  prwclara. 
 
 Virgin  of  all  virgins  best ! 
 Listen  to  my  fond  request : 
 
 Let  me  share  thy  grief  divine ; 
 Let  me,  to  my  latest  breath, 
 In  my  body  bear  the  death 
 
 Of  that  dying  Son  of  thine. 
 
 Wounded  with  his  every  wound, 
 Steep  my  soul  till  it  hath  swoon'd 
 
 In  his  very  blood  away ; 
 Be  to  me,  O  Virgin,  nigh. 
 Lest  in  flames  I  burn  and  die, 
 
 In  his  awful  Judgment  day. 
 
186  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 '.  Christ,  when  Thou  shalt  call  me  hence, 
 
 i  Be  thy  Mother  my  defence, 
 
 I  Be  thy  Cross  my  victory ; 
 
 I  While  my  body  here  decays, 
 
 I  May  my  soul  thy  goodness  praise, 
 
 I  Safe  in  Paradise  with  Thee. 
 
 ST.  HERMEXEGILD,  MARTYR. 
 I  April  13. 
 
 '  VESPERS    AND    LAUDS. 
 
 Regaii  solio  fortis  IbericE. 
 
 Glory  of  Iberia's  throne  ! 
 
 Joy  of  Ma^'tyr'd  Saints  above ! 
 Who  the  crown  of  life  have  won. 
 
 Dying  for  their  Saviour's  love : 
 
 What  intrepid  faith  was  thine  ! 
 
 What  unswerving  constancy  ! 
 Bent  to  do  the  will  divine 
 
 With  exact  fidelity ! 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    187 
 
 Every  rising  motion  check'd 
 
 Which  might  lead  thy  heart  astray 
 
 How  thou  didst  thy  course  direct 
 Whither  virtue  show'd  the  way ! 
 
 Honor,  glory,  majesty, 
 To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
 
 With  the  Holy  Spirit  be. 
 While  eternal  ao-es  run. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 
 KtUlis  te  genitor  blanditiis  trahit. 
 
 From  the  Truth  thy  soul  to  turn, 
 Pleads  a  father's  voice  in  vain ; 
 
 Nought  to  thee  were  jewell'd  crown. 
 Earthly  pleasure,  earthly  gain. 
 
 Angry  threat  and  naked  sword 
 Daunted  not  thy  courage  high ; — 
 
 Choosing  glor^''  \vith  the  Lord, 
 Rather  than  a  present  joy. 
 
188                             SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 Now  amid  the  Saints  in  ligM, 
 
 Throned  in  bliss  for  evermore ; — 
 
 Oh !  from  thy  eternal  height, 
 
 Hear  the  solemn  prayer  we  pour. 
 
 Honor,  glory,  majesty, 
 
 To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
 
 With  the  Holy  Spirit  be, 
 
 While  eternal  ages  run. 
 
 TM  APPAEinON  OP  ST.  MICHAEL  THE  AECHANGEL. 
 
 Mays. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Te  splendor  et  virtus  Patris. 
 
 0  Jesu  !  life-spring  of  the  soul ! 
 
 The  Father's  Power,  and  Glory  bright ! 
 
 Thee  with  the  Angels  we  extol ; 
 
 From  Thee  they  draw  then-  life  and  light. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    189 
 
 Thy  thousand  thousand  hosts  are  spread, 
 
 Embattled  o'er  the  azure  sky ; 
 But  Michael  bears  thy  standard  dread, 
 
 And  lifts  the  mighty  Cross  on  high. 
 
 He  in  that  Sign  the  rebel  powers 
 Did  with  their  Dragon  Prince  expel ; 
 
 And  hurl'd  them  from  the  Heaven's  high  towers, 
 Down  like  a  thunderbolt  to  hell. 
 
 Grant  us  with  Michael  still,  O  Lord, 
 
 Against  the  Prince  of  Pride  to  fight; 
 So  may  a  crown  be  our  reward. 
 
 Before  the  Lamb's  pure  throne  of  light. 
 
 ■f 
 Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 
 Who  rose  from  death,  all  glory  be ; 
 With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter, 
 
 Henceforth  through  all  eternity. 
 
 [within  the  octave  of  the  ascension.] 
 Glory  to  Jesus,  who  returns 
 
 In  pomp  triumphant  to  the  sky, 
 With  Thee,  O  Father,  and  with  Thee, 
 
 O  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 
 
190  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 ST.  VENANrmS,  MAETYR. 
 
 May  18. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Martyr  Dei  Venantius. 
 
 Unconquer'd  Martyr  of  his  God ! 
 
 His  country's  light,  her  joy  and  prize ! 
 Venantius  triumphs  o'er  his  judge, 
 
 And  in  victorious  torment  dies. 
 
 A  boy  in  years, — when  chains  nor  scourge 
 Nor  dungeon  could  his  soul  subdue ; 
 
 To  lions  with  long  hunger  fierce 
 At  last  the  tender  youth  they  threw. 
 
 But  oh,  what  power  hath  innocence 
 The  fiercest  nature  to  assuage ! 
 
 The  lions  crouch  to  lick  his  feet, 
 Forget  their  hunger  and  their  rage. 
 
 Then  downwards  held  in  thickest  smoke, 
 They  make  him  drink  the  stifling  stream 
 
 While  underneath  slow  torches  sear 
 His  naked  breast  and  side  with  flame. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    191 
 
 To  Thee,  O  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  glory  be ; 
 Oh,  grant  us,  through  thy  Martyr's  prayer, 
 
 The  joys  of  immortality. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Athleta  Christi  nobilis. 
 
 Noble  Champion  of  the  Lord ! 
 
 Arm'd  against  idolatry ! 
 In  thy  fervent  zeal  for  God, 
 
 Death  had  naught  of  fear  for  thee. 
 
 ^      Bound  with  thongs,  thy  youthful  form 
 Down  the  rugged  steep  they  tear ; 
 Jagged  rock  and  rending  thorn 
 All  thy  tender  flesh  lay  bare. 
 
 Spent  with  toil,  the  savage  crew 
 Fainting  sinks  with  deadly  thirst ; — 
 
 Thou  the  Cross  dost  sign ;  and  lo ! 
 From  the  rock  the  waters  burst. 
 
192  SACPi,ED    YEAR. 
 
 Saintly  Warrior  Prince !  who  thus 
 Thy  tormentors  couldst  forgive ; — 
 
 Pour  the  dew  of  grace  on  us, 
 Bid  our  fainting  spirits  live. 
 
 Praise  to  Thee,  dread  Trinity, 
 Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  blest! 
 
 Through  thy  Martyr's  prayer  may  we 
 Joys  of  life  eternal  taste. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Dnm  node  pulsa  Lucifer. 
 
 The  golden  star  of  morn 
 Is  climbing  in  the  sky ; 
 The  birth-day  of  Venantius 
 Awakes  the  Church  to  joy. 
 
 His  native  land  in  depths 
 Of  Pagan  darkness  lay  ; 
 He  o'er  her  guilty  regions  pour'd 
 The  light  of  Heavenly  day. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.  193 
 
 Her  in  baptismal  streams 
 Of  grace  he  purified ; 
 E'en  those,  who  came  to  take  his  life, 
 With  him  as  martyrs  died. 
 
 With  Angels  now  he  shares 
 Those  joys  which  never  cease — 
 Look  down  on  us,  O  Spirit  blest, 
 And  send  us  gifts  of  peace. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  Son, 
 And,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee  ! 
 Oh,  grant  us  through  thy  Martyr's  prayer 
 A  blest  eternity. 
 
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194 
 
 SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 THE  BLESSED  YIRGIX  ITAM,  THE  HELP  OF 
 CHEISTLVXS. 
 
 May  24. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Sape  dum  Christi  populus. 
 
 Ofttimes,  when  hemm'd  around  by  hostile  arms, 
 The  Christian  people  lay  all  sore  dismay'd, 
 From  Heaven  hath  come  the  Virgin  gliding  down, 
 To  lend  her  loving  aid. 
 
 So  speak  the  monuments  of  olden  time, 
 And  temples  which  all  bright  with  spoils  appear ; 
 So  speak  the  Festivals  in  her  sweet  praise, 
 Returning  year  by  year. 
 
 Now  for  new  mercies  a  new  song  we  pour, 
 To  Mary  lifting  high  our  grateful  voice  ; 
 Now  let  all  Rome  with  shouts  triumphant  ring, 
 And  the  wide  world  rejoice. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.     195 
 
 Oh,  happy  day  !  on  which  Saint  Peter's  Throne 
 Received  the  Faith's  great  Ruler  back  again ; 
 Returning  from  his  banishment  in  peace, 
 O'er  Christendom  to  reign. 
 
 Ye  youths  and  virgins,  priests  and  people  all ! 
 Pour  out  your  grateful  hearts  on  this  glad  day, 
 Striving  with  all  your  strength,  to  Heaven's  high 
 Her  well-earn'd  praise  to  pay.  [Queen, 
 
 Virgin  of  Virgins  !  Jesu's  Mother  blest ! 
 Add  yet  another  mercy  to  the  past ; 
 And  grant  our  Pastor  all  his  flock  to  lead 
 Safe  into  Heaven  at  last. 
 
 To  Thee,  blest  Trinity,  be  endless  praise. 
 Blessing,  and  majesty,  and  glory  due  ; 
 To  Thee  may  we  our  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
 Eternal  ages  through. 
 
196  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Te  Redemptoris  Dominique  nostri. 
 
 Mother  of  our  Lord  and  Saviour ! 
 
 First  in  beauty  as  in  power ! 
 Glory  of  the  Christian  nations  ! 
 
 Ready  help  in  trouble's  hour  I 
 
 Though  the  gates  of  Hell  against  us 
 With  profoundest  fury  rage ; 
 
 Though  the  ancient  foe  assault  us, 
 And  his  fiercest  battle  wage ; 
 
 Naught  can  hurt  the  pure  in  spirit, 
 Who  upon  thine  aid  rely ; 
 
 At  thy  hand  secure  of  gaining 
 Strength  and  mercy  from  on  high. 
 
 Safe  beneath  thy  mighty  shelter, — 
 Though  a  thousand  hosts  combine. 
 
 All  must  fall  or  flee  before  us, 
 Scatter'd  by  an  arm  divine. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    197 
 
 Firm  as  once  on  holy  Sion, 
 David's  tower  rear'd  its  height; 
 
 With  a  glorious  rampart  girded, 
 And  with  glistening  armor  bright ; 
 
 So  th'  Almighty's  Virgin  Mother 
 Stands  in  strength  for  evermore ; 
 
 From  Satanic  host  defending 
 All  who  her  defence  implore. 
 
 Through  the  everlasting  ages, 
 Blessed  Trmity  to  Thee  ! 
 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit ! 
 Praise  and  endless  glory  be. 
 
198  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 ST.  JULIANA  FAICOOTERI,  VIRGIN. 
 
 June  19. 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Cmlestis  Agni  nuptias. 
 
 To  be  the  Lamb's  celestial  bride 
 
 Is  Juliana's  one  desire  ; 
 For  this  she  quits  her  father's  home, 
 
 And  leads  the  sacred  virgin  choir. 
 
 By  day,  by  night,  she  mourns  her  Spouse 
 Nail'd  to  the  Cross,  with  ceaseless  tears ; 
 
 Till  in  herself,  through  very  grief. 
 The  image  of  that  Spouse  appears. 
 
 Like  Him,  all  wounds,  she  kneels  transfix'd 
 Before  the  Virgin  Mother's  shrine ; 
 
 And  still  the  more  she  weeps,  the  more 
 Mounts  up  the  flame  of  love  divine. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    199 
 
 That  love  so  deep  the  Lord  repaid 
 His  handmaid  on  her  dying  bed ; 
 
 When,  ^\ith  the  Food  of  heavenly  life, 
 By  miracle  her  soul  He  fed. 
 
 All  praise  to  Thee,  O  Maker  blest ! 
 
 Praise  to  the  everlasting  Son  I 
 Praise  to  the  mighty  Paraclete, 
 
 While  ages  upon  ages  run. 
 
 NATIVITY  OF  ST.  JOHX  THE  BAPTIST. 
 
 June  24. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Ut  queant  laxis  resonare  Jibris. 
 
 Unloose,  great  Baptist,  our  sin-fetter'd  lips ; 
 That  with  enfranchised  voice  we  may  proclaim 
 The  miracles  of  thy  transcendent  life, 
 Thy  deeds  of  matchless  fame ! 
 
200  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Oh,  lot  sublime !  an  Angel  quits  the  skies, 
 Thy  birth,  thy  name,  thy  glory  to  declare 
 Unto  thy  priestly  sii*e ;  while  to  the  Lord 
 He  offei-s  Israel's  prayer. 
 
 Mistrustful  of  the  promise  from  on  high, 
 His  speech  forsakes  him  at  the  angel's  word; 
 But  thou  on  thine  eighth  day  dost  reattune 
 For  him  the  vocal  chord. 
 
 No  marvel ;  since  yet  cloister'd  in  the  womb, 
 The  presence  of  thy  King  had  thee  inspired ; 
 What  time  Elizabeth  and  Mary  sang, 
 With  joy  prophetic  tired. 
 
 Immortal  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
 With  his  Almighty  sole-begotten  Son, 
 And  Thee,  coequal  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 
 While  endless  ages  run. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    201 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 (The  same  continued.) 
 Antra  deserti  teneris  sub  annis. 
 
 In  caves  of  the  lone  wilderness  thy  youth 
 Thou  hiddest,  shunning  the  rade  throng  of  men, 
 And  guarding  the  pure  treasure  of  thy  soul 
 From  the  least  touch  of  sin. 
 
 There  to  thy  sacred  limbs  the  camel  gave 
 A  garment  coarse ;  the  rock  a  bed  supplied ; 
 The  stream  thy  thirst ;  locusts  and  honey  wild 
 Thy  hunger  satisfied. 
 
 Oh,  blest  beyond  the  Prophets  of  old  time ! 
 They  of  the  Saviour  sang  that  was  to  be  : 
 Him  present  to  announce,  and  show  to  all, 
 Was  granted  but  to  thee. 
 
 Through  the  wide  earth  was  never  mortal  man 
 Born  holier  than  John ;  to  whom  w^s  given 
 The  guilty  world's  Baptizer  to  baptize, 
 And  ope  the  door  of  Heaven. 
 
202  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Immortal  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
 With  his  Almighty  sole-begotten  Son, 
 And  Thee,  coequal  Spirit,  one  in  Three, 
 While  endless  agfes  run. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 O  nimis  feliz  meritique  celsi. 
 
 O  BLESSED  Saint,  of  snow-white  purity ! 
 
 Dweller  in  wastes  forlorn  ! 
 O  mightiest  of  the  Martyr  host  on  high ! 
 
 Greatest  of  Prophets  born  ! 
 
 Of  all  the  diadems  that  x)n  the  brows 
 
 Of  Saints  in  glory  shine. 
 Not  one  with  brighter,  purer  halo  glows, 
 
 In  Heaven's  high  Court,  than  thine. 
 
 Oh !  upon  us  thy  tender,  pitying  gaze 
 Cast  flown  from  thy  dread  throne ; 
 
 Straighten  our  crooked,  smooth  our  rugged  ways, 
 And  break  our  hearts  of  stone. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    203 
 
 So  may  the  world's  Redeemer  find  us  meet 
 
 To  offer  Him  a  place, 
 Where  He  may  set  his  ever-blessed  feet, 
 
 Coming  with  gifts  of  grace. 
 
 Praise  in  the  Heavens  to  Thee,  O  First  and  Last, 
 
 The  Trine  eternal  God ! 
 Spare,  Jesu,  spare  thy  people,  whom  Thou  hast 
 
 Redeem'd  with  thine  own  blood. 
 
 SS.  PETER  AM)  PAUL  THE  APOSTLES. 
 
 June  29, 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Decora  lux  atemitatis  auream. 
 
 Bathed  in  eternity's  all-beauteous  beam, 
 And  opening  into  Heaven  a  path  sublime, 
 Welcoille  the  golden  day  !  which  heralds  in 
 The  Apostolic  Chiefs,  whose  glory  fills  all  time  ! 
 
204  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 Peter  and  Paul,  the  Fathers  of  great  Rome ! 
 Now  sitting  in  the  Senate  of  the  skies ! 
 One  by  the  Cross,  the  other  by  the  Sword, 
 Sent  to  their  thrones  on  high,  and  life's  eternal 
 prize. 
 
 O  happy  Rome !  whom  that  most  glorious  blood 
 For  ever  consecrates  while  ages  flow  ; 
 Thou,  thus  empurpled,  art  more  beautiful 
 Than  all  that  doth  appear  most  beautiful  below. 
 
 Praise,  blessing,  majesty,  through  endless  days. 
 Be  to  the  Trinity  immortal  given  ; 
 Who,  in  pure  Unity,  profoundly  sways 
 Eternally  all  things  alike  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    205 
 
 ST.  ELE.OETH,  QUEEN  OF  PORTUGAL. 
 
 July  8. 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS, 
 
 Domare  cordis  impetus  Elizabeth. 
 
 Pure,  meek,  with  soul  serene, 
 Sweeter  to  her  it  was  to  serve  unseen 
 Her  God,  than  reign  a  queen. 
 
 Now  far  above  our  sight. 
 Enthroned  upon  the  azure  star-paved  height, 
 She  reigns  in  realms  of  light ; 
 
 So  long  as  time  shall  flow. 
 Teaching  to  all  who  sit  on  thrones  below, 
 The  good  that  power  can  do. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 
 Praise  to  the  Son ;  praise,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
 Tl^rough  all  eternity. 
 
206  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Opes  decusque  regium  reliqueras. 
 
 Riches  and  regal'  throne,  for  Christ's  dear  sake,. 
 
 Blest  Saint,  thou  didst  despise  ; 
 Amid  the  Angels  seated  now  in  bliss. 
 
 Oh,  help  us  from  the  skies  I 
 
 Guide  us ;  and  fill  our  days  with  perfume  sweet 
 
 Of  loving  word  and  deed ; 
 So  teaches  us  thy  tender  charity 
 
 By  fragrant  roses  hid. 
 
 [       O  charity !  what  power  is  thine  !  by  thee 
 
 xA.bove  the  stars  we  soar ; 
 I       Praise  to  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be, 
 I  Henceforth  for  evermore. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    207 
 
 ST.  ITAEY  MAGDALENE. 
 
 July  22. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Pater  supemi  luminis^ 
 
 Father  of  lights  I  one  glance  of  Thine, 
 Whose  eyes  the  Universe  control, 
 
 Fills  Magdalene  with  holy  love, 
 And  melts  the  ice  within  her  soul. 
 
 Her  precious  ointment  forth  she  brings, 
 Upon  those  sacred  feet  to  pour  ; 
 
 She  washes  them  \\\i\i  burning  tears ; 
 And  with  her  hair  she  wipes  them  o'er. 
 
 Impassion'd  to  the  Cross  she  clings ; 
 
 Nor  fears  beside  the  tomb  to  stay; 
 Of  ruffian  soldiers  naught  she  recks, 
 
 For  love  has  east  all  fear  away. 
 
 O  Christ,  thou  very  Love  itself! 
 
 Blest  hope  of  man,  through  Thee  forgiven ! 
 So  touch  our  spirits  from  above, 
 
 And  purify  our  souls  for  Heaven. 
 
208  SACKED    YEAK. 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 With  Thee,  O  Spu*it,  glory  be; 
 
 As  ever  was,  and  shall  be  so 
 Through  ages  of  eternity. 
 
 MATINS, 
 
 Maria  castis  osculis^ 
 
 His  sacred  feet  with  tears  of  agony 
 She  bathes;  and  prostrate  on  the  earth  adores; 
 Steeps  them  in  kisses  chaste,  and  wipes  them 
 dry 
 With  her  own  hair ;  then  forth  her  precious  oint- 
 ment pours. 
 
 Praise  in  the  highest  to  the  Father  be ; 
 Praise  to  the  mighty  coeternal  Son ; 
 And  praise,  O  Spirit  Paraclete,  to  Thee, 
 While  ages  upon  everlasting  ages  run. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS. 
 
 209    I 
 
 LAUDS 
 
 Summi  Parentis  Unice. 
 
 Son  of  the  Highest !  deign  to  cast 
 
 On  us  a  pitying  eye ; 
 Thou,  who  repentant  Magdalene 
 
 Didst  call  to  endless  joy. 
 
 Again  the  royal  treasury 
 
 Receives  its  long-lost  coin ; 
 The  gem  is  found,  and,  cleansed  from  mire, 
 
 Doth  all  the  stars  outshine. 
 
 O  Jesu !  balm  of  every  wound  ! 
 
 The  sinner's  only  stay! 
 Wash  Thou  in  Magdalene's  pure  tears 
 
 Our  guilty  spots  away. 
 
 Mother  of  God!  the  sons  of  Eve 
 
 Weeping  thine  aid  implore  : 
 Oh  I  land  us  from  the  storms  of  life. 
 
 Safe  on  th'  eternal  shore. 
 14 
 
210  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Glory,  for  graces  manifold, 
 
 To  the  one  only  Lord ; 
 Whose  mercy  doth  our  souls  forgive, 
 
 Whose  bounty  doth  reward. 
 
 ST.  PETER'S  CHAINS. 
 
 August  1. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Miris  modis  repente  liber  ferrea. 
 
 The  Lord  commands;  and,  lo,  his  ii-on  chains, 
 
 Falling  from  Peter,  the  command  obey  : 
 Peter,  blest  shepherd !  who,  to  verdant  plains. 
 And  life's  immortal  springs,  from  day  to  day, 
 Leads  on  his  gentle  charge,  driving  all  wolves 
 away. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  through  all  ages  be ; 
 
 The  same  to  Thee,  O  coeternal  Son, 
 And  Holy  Ghost,  one  glorious  Trinity ; 
 To  whom  all  majesty  and  might  belong ; 
 So  sing  we  now,  and  such  be  our  eternal  song. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    211 
 
 THE  TRMSPIGFRATION  OF  OUR  LORD 
 JESUS  CHRIST. 
 
 August  6. 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Quicunque  Christum  quaritis. 
 
 All  ye  who  seek,  in  hope  and  love, 
 For  your  dear  Lord,  look  up  above ! 
 Where,  traced  upon  the  azure  sky, 
 Faith  may  a  glorious  form  descry. 
 
 Lo  !  on  the  trembling  verge  of  light 
 A  something  all  divinely  bright ! 
 Immortal,  infinite,  sublime ! 
 Older  than  chaos,  space,  or  time  !  i 
 
 Hail,  Thou,  the  Gentiles'  mighty  Lord  ! 
 All  hail,  O  Israel's  King  adored ! 
 To  Abraham  sw^orn  in  ages  past, 
 And  to  his  seed  while  earth  shall  last. 
 
212  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
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 To  Thee  the  prophets  wdtness  bear ; 
 Of  Thee  the  Father  doth  declare, 
 That  all  who  would  his  glory  see, 
 Must  hear  and  must  believe  in  Thee. 
 
 To  Jesus,  from  the  proud  coneeal'd, 
 But  evermore  to  babes  reveal'd. 
 All  glory  with  the  Father  be, 
 And  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Lux  alma  Jesu  mentium. 
 
 Light  of  the  soul,  O  Saviour  blest ! 
 Soon  as  thy  presence  tills  the  breast, 
 Darkness  and  guilt  are  put  to  flight, 
 And  all  is  sweetness  and  delight. 
 
 Son  of  the  Father !  Lord  most  high ! 
 How  glad  is  he  who  feels  Thee  nigh ! 
 How  sweet  in  Heaven  thy  beam  doth  glow. 
 Denied  to  eye  of  jflesh  below ! 
 
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 O  Light  of  light  celestial ! 
 
 O  GJharity  ineffable ! 
 
 Come  in  thy  hidden  majesty ; 
 
 Fill  us  with  love,  fill  us  with  Thee. 
 
 To  Jesus,  from  the  proud  conceal'd, 
 But  evermore  to  babes  reveal'd, 
 All  glory  with  the  Father  be, 
 And  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 
 
 FEAST  OF  THE  SACRED  HEAET  OF  MARY.* 
 
 First  Sunday  after  the  Octave  Day  of  the  Assximption. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Oh  !  how  the  Heart  of  Mary  burns 
 Untired,  unchanged,  in  love !    It  turns 
 With  ceaseless  breathings  of  desire, 
 Tow'rds  Jesu's  Heart — its  sacred  fire. 
 
 *  The  observance  of  this  feast  is  becoming  more  general 
 in  the  United  States  ;  and  the  hymns  for  it  are  inserted  for 
 the  convenience  of  the  faithful.  They  are  from  the  "  Cath- 
 olic Choralist,"  of  Rev.  Mr.  Young. 
 
214  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 The  chains  of  love,  which  Jesus  threw 
 Round  his  own  Heart,  bind  Mary'*  too  : 
 Living  by  love,  both  breathe  the  same 
 Unchanged  unconquerable  flame. 
 
 Heart  of  the  best  of  Mothers  !  hear 
 The  voice  of  thy  poor  suppliants'  prayer : 
 Grant  to  our  hearts,  O  Heart  divine ! 
 Some  portion  of  that  love  of  thine. 
 
 O  Mary  !  be  this  Heart  our  stay, 
 Till  death  shall  call  our  souls  away 
 From  this  frail  dust ;  then,  ere  we  part. 
 Hide  us,  O  Mary !  in  thy  Heart. 
 
 Through  that  pure  Heart  where  thou  didst 
 
 dwell, 
 That  Heart  that  loved  thy  own  so  vyell. 
 May  all,  their  meed  of  homage  send 
 To  thee,  for  ages  without  end. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    215 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 We  sing  the  seat  of  Mary's  love, 
 That  Heart,  to  bless  which,  Heaven  above 
 And  earth  below,  alike  rejoice; 
 Come,  Jesus,  aid  our  feeble  voice. 
 
 What  dearer  gift  does  God  impart, 
 Than  Mary's  sweet  and  virgin  Heart  ? 
 What  nobler  object  of  our  love 
 In  earth  below,  or  Heaven  above  ? 
 
 Through  that  pure  Heart,  where  thou  didst 
 
 dwell. 
 That  Heart  that  loved  thy  own  so  well, 
 May  all,  their  meed  of  homage  send 
 To  thee,  for  ages  without  end. 
 
 LA  UDS. 
 
 Temple  of  Him  who  made  all  things ; 
 Bright  Palace  of  the  King  of  kings ; 
 Altar  of  Peace ;  Mysterious  Plant ; 
 Ark  of  the  Christian  covenant. 
 
216  SACRED    YEAPw. 
 
 Fount  of  unfailing  grace  thou  art 
 To  all  that  love  thee,  glorious  Heart ! 
 And  ocean  Star,  whence  hope  and  rest, 
 And  comfort  beam  on  the  distress'd. 
 
 Through  that  pure  Heart,  where  thou  didst 
 
 dwell. 
 That  Heart  that  loved  thy  own  so  well, 
 May  all  their  meed  of  homage  send 
 To  thee,  for  ages  without  end. 
 
 FEAST  OF  THE  SEVEN  DOLOUES  OF  THE  BLESSED 
 YIEGIN  MARY. 
 
 Thii-d  Sunday  in  September. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 O  quot  undis  lachrijmarum. 
 
 What  a  sea  of  tears  and  sorrow 
 
 Did  the  soul  of  Mary  toss 
 To  and  fro  upon  its  billows, 
 
 While  she  wept  her  bitter  loss ; 
 In  her  arms  her  Jesus  holding. 
 
 Torn  but  newly  from  the  Cross! 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    217 
 
 O  that  mournful  Virgin  Mother  I 
 See  her  tears  how  fast  they  flow 
 
 Down  upon  his  mangled  body, 
 Wounded  side,  and  thorny  brow ; 
 
 While  his  hands  and  feet  she  kisses, — 
 Picture  of  immortal  woe! 
 
 Oft  and  oft  his  arms  and  bosom 
 Fondly  straining  to  her  own ; 
 
 Oft  her  pallid  lips  imprinting 
 On  each  wound  of  her  dear  Son ; 
 
 Till  at  last,  in  swoons  of  anguish, 
 Sense  and  consciousness  are  gone. 
 
 Gentle  Mother,  we  beseech  thee, 
 By  thy  tears  and  trouble  sore ; 
 
 By  the  death  of  thy  dear  Offspring ; 
 By  the  bloody  wounds  He  bore : 
 
 Touch  our  hearts  with  that  true  sorrow 
 Wliich  afflicted  thee  of  yore. 
 
 To  the  Father  everlasting, 
 
 And  the  Son,  who  reigns  on  high, 
 
218  SACPvED    YEAR. 
 
 With  the  coeternal  Spirit, 
 
 Trinity  in  Unity, 
 Be  salvation,  honor,  blessing. 
 
 Now  and  through  eternity. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Jam  toto  s^ibditus  vesper  eat  polo. 
 
 Come,  darkness,  spread  o'er  Heaven  thy  pall, 
 
 And  hide,  O  sun,  thy  face ; 
 While  we  that  bitter  death  recall. 
 
 With  all  its  dire  disgrace. 
 
 And  thou,  with  tearful  cheek,  wast  there ; 
 
 But  with  a  heart  of  steel, 
 Mary,  thou  didst  his  moanings  hear. 
 
 And  all  his  torments  feel. 
 
 He  hung  before  thee  crucihed  ; 
 
 His  flesh  with  scourgings  rent ; 
 His  bloody  gashes  gaping  wide ; 
 
 His  strength  and  spirit  spent, 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    219 
 
 Thou  his  dishonor'd  countenance, 
 And  racking  thirst,  didst  see ; 
 
 By  turns  the  gall,  the  sponge,  the  lance, 
 Were  agony  to  thee. 
 
 Yet  still  erect  in  majesty, 
 
 Thou  didst  the  sight  sustain; — 
 
 Oh,  more  than  Martyr  !  not  to  die 
 Amid  such  cruel  pain  ! 
 
 Praise  to  the  blessed  Three  in  One ; 
 
 Oh,  may  that  strength  be  mine, 
 Wliich,  sorrowing  o'er  her  only  Son, 
 
 Did  in  the  Virgin  shine  ! 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 SummcB  Deus  clementice. 
 
 God,  in  whom  all  grace  doth  dwell ! 
 Grant  us  grace  to  ponder  well 
 On  the  Virgin's  Dolours  seven ; 
 On  the  wounds  to  Jesus  given. 
 
220  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 May  the  tears  which  Mary  poured 
 Gain  us  pardon  of  the  Lord ; — 
 Tears  sufficient  in  their  worth 
 To  wash  out  the  guilt  of  earth. 
 
 May  the  contemplation  sore 
 Of  the  five  wounds  Jesus  bore, 
 Source  to  us  of  blessings  be, 
 Through  a  long  eternity. 
 
 Glory  be  to  Him,  who  died 
 For  his  servants  crucified ; 
 Honor,  praise,  eternal  merit. 
 To  the  Father  and  the  Spirit. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    221 
 
 FEAST  OF  THE  MOST  HOLY  GUAEDIAN  MGELS. 
 
 October  2. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Custodes  hominum  psallimus  angelos. 
 
 Praise  we  those  ministers  celestial  * 
 
 Whom  the  dread  Father  chose 
 To  be  the  Guardians  of  our  nature  frail, 
 
 Against  our  scheming  foes. 
 
 For,  since  that  from  his  glory  in  the  skies 
 
 Th'  Apostate  Angel  fell, 
 Burning  with  envy,  evermore  he  tries 
 
 To  drown  our  souls  in  hell. 
 
 Then  hither,  watchful  Spirit,  bend  thy  wing. 
 
 Our  country's  Guardian  blest ! 
 Avert  her  threat'ning  ills ;  expel  each  thing 
 
 That  hinderoth  her  rest. 
 
 Praise  to  the  glorious  Trinity,  whose  strength 
 
 This  mighty  fjxbric  sways  ; 
 Whose  glory  spreads  beyond  the  utmost  length 
 
 Of  everlasting  days. 
 
222  SACRED    YEAR 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Sterne  Rector  siderum. 
 
 Ruler  of  the  dread  immense ! 
 
 Maker  of  this  mighty  frame ! 
 Whose  eternal  Providence 
 
 Governs  and  upholds  the  same  ! 
 
 Low  before  thy  face  we  bend ; 
 
 Hear  our  supplicating  cries ; 
 And  thy  light  eternal  send, 
 
 With  the  freshly  dawning  skies. 
 
 King  of  kings  !  and  Lord  most  high  ! 
 
 This  of  thy  dear  love  we  pray, — 
 May  thy  Guardian  Angel  nigh 
 
 Keep  us  from  all  sin  this  day. 
 
 May  he  crush  the  deadly  wiles 
 Of  the  envious  Serpent's  art, 
 
 Ever  spreading  cunning  toils 
 
 Round  about  the  thoughtless  heart. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    223 
 
 May  he  scatter  ruthless  war. 
 
 Ere  to  this  our  shore  it  come  ; 
 Plague  and  famine  drive  afar  ; 
 
 FLx  securely  peace  at  home. 
 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 
 Everlasting  Trinity ! 
 Guard,  by  thy  Angelic  host. 
 
 Us,  who  put  our  trust  in  Thee. 
 
 FEAST  OF  THE  MATERMTY  OF  THE  BLESSED 
 
 YIEGIX  ^XRJ. 
 
 Second  Sunday  in  October, 
 MATINS. 
 
 CcbIo  Redemptor  prmtulit. 
 
 The  Saviour  left  high  Heaven  to  dwell 
 Within  the  Virgin's  womb  ; 
 
 And  there  array'd  Himself  in  flesh, 
 Our  Victim  to  become. 
 
224  SACRED   YEAPc. 
 
 She  unto  us  divinely  bore 
 
 Salvation's  King  and  God  ; 
 Who  died  for  us  upon  the  Cross, 
 
 Who  saves  us  in  his  blood  : 
 
 She  too  our  joyful  hope  shall  be, 
 
 And  drive  away  all  fears ; 
 Offering  for  us  to  her  dear  Son 
 
 Our  contrite  sighs  and  tears. 
 
 That  Son — He  hears  his  Mother's  prayer. 
 
 And  grants,  ere  it  be  said ; 
 Be  ours  to  love  her,  and  invoke 
 
 In  every  strait  her  aid. 
 
 All  glory  to  the  Trinity, 
 Wliile  endless  times  proceed  ; 
 
 Who  in  that  bosom  pure  of  stain 
 Sow'd  such  immortal  seed. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    225 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Te  Mater  alma  JiTuminis. 
 
 Mother  of  Almighty  God ! 
 
 Suppliant  at  thy  feet  we  pray ; 
 Shelter  us  from  Satan's  fraud, 
 
 Safe  beneath  thy  ^\nng  this  day, 
 
 'Twas  by  reason  of  our  Fall, 
 In  our  first  Forefather's  crime. 
 
 That  the  mighty  Lord  of  all 
 Kaised  thee  to  thy  rank  sublime. 
 
 Oh !  then  upon  Adam's  race 
 Look  thou  with  a  pitying  eye ; 
 
 And  entreat  of  Jesus  grace, 
 Till  He  lay  his  anger  by. 
 
 Honor,  glory,  \drtue,  merit. 
 Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son ! 
 
 With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 
 While  eternal  ages  run. 
 15 
 
226  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 FEAST  OF  THE  PIIRITT  OF  THE  BLESSED 
 VIRGm  MARY. 
 
 Third  Sunday  in  October. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Praclara  custos  virginum. 
 
 Blest  Guardian  of  all  virgin  souls  ! 
 
 Portal  of  bliss  to  man  forgiven ! 
 Pure  Mother  of  Almighty  God ! 
 
 Thou  hope  of  earth,  and  joy  of  Heaven  ! 
 
 Pair  Lily,  found  amid  the  thorns ! 
 
 Most  beauteous  Dove  with  wings  of  gold  ! 
 Rod  from  whose  tender  root  there  sprang 
 
 That  healing  Flower  long  since  foretold  ! 
 
 Thou  Tower,  against  the  dragon  proof ! 
 I  Thou  Star,  to  storm-toss'd  voyagers  dear  ! 
 
 Our  course  lies  o'er  a  treacherous  deep ; 
 Thine  be  the  light  by  which  we  steer. 
 
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 Scatter  the  mists  that  round  us  hang ; 
 
 Keep  far  the  fatal  shoals  away; 
 And  while  through  darkling  waves  we  sweep. 
 
 Open  a  path  to  life  and  day. 
 
 O  Jesu,  born  of  Virgin  bright ! 
 
 Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee ; 
 Praise  to  the  Father  infinite, 
 
 And  Holy  Ghost  eternally. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 O  Stella  Jacob  fulgida. 
 
 Star  of  Jacob,  ever  beaming 
 With  a  radiance  all  divine  ! 
 
 'Mid  the  stars  of  highest  Heaven 
 Glows  no  purer  ray  than  thine. 
 
 All  in  stoles  of  snowy  brightness, 
 Unto  thee  the  Angels  sing ; 
 
 Unto  thee  the  virgin  choirs, — 
 Mother  of  th'  eternal  King! 
 
228  SACRED    YEAE. 
 
 Joyful  in  thy  path  they  scatter 
 Roses  white  and  lilies  fair ; 
 
 Yet  with  thy  chaste  bosom's  whiteness, 
 Rose  nor  lily  may  compare. 
 
 Oh !  that  this  low  earth  of  ours, 
 Answering  th'  angelic  strain, 
 
 With  thy  praises  might  re-echo. 
 Till  the  Heavens  replied  again. 
 
 Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit. 
 Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son! 
 
 With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 
 While  eternal  ages  run. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    229 
 
 ST.  TERESA,  VIRGIN. 
 
 October  15. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    LAUDS. 
 
 Regis  superni  nuntia. 
 
 Blest  messenger  of  Heaven  !  thou  didst 
 Thy  home  in  childhood  leave  ; 
 
 Intending  to  barbaric  lands 
 Christ  or  thy  blood  to  give. 
 
 But  thee  a  sweeter  death  awaits ; 
 
 A  nobler  fate  is  thine ; 
 Pierced  with  a  thousand  heavenly  darts, 
 
 To  die  of  love  divine. 
 
 Victim  of  perfect  charity ! 
 
 Our  souls  with  love  inspire ; 
 And  save  the  nations  of  thy  charge 
 
 From  everlasting  fire. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  be ; 
 Praise  to  the  blessed  Three  in  One, 
 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
230  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 MATINS- 
 
 Hmc  est  dies  qua  candidcB. 
 
 This  day,  beneath  the  form 
 Of  a  pure  snow-white  dove, 
 Teresa's  spmt  wing'd  its  flight 
 Into  the  realms  above  ; 
 
 And  heard  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
 "  Sister  from  Carmel  come ; 
 Come  to  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
 To  thy  eternal  home." 
 
 Spouse  of  the  Virgin  choir ! 
 Let  all  the  blest  adore 
 Thee,  Jesu  !  and  in  nuptial  songs 
 Exalt  Thee  evermore. 
 
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 ST.  JOHN  CAXTIUS,  COXTESSOR. 
 
 October  20. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Oentis  Polonm  gloria. 
 
 O  GLORY  and  high  boast 
 
 Of  Poland's  ancient  race ! 
 
 True  father  of  thy  fatherland ! 
 
 Blest  minister  of  gi-ace ! 
 
 'Twas  thine  the  law  of  God 
 To  teach,  and  to  obey ; 
 Oh,  may  we  ever  walk  therein ; 
 Nor  from  its  precepts  stray ! 
 
 Th'  Apostles'  shrines  thou  didst 
 Visit  in  pilgrim  guise ; 
 Oh,  guide  us  to  our  home  above, 
 Safe  from  all  enemies ! 
 
232  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Thou  to  Jerusalem 
 Didst  go  for  love,  and  there 
 The  traces  of  thy  Lord  adore, 
 And  wash  with  many  a  tear. 
 
 Oh,  may  his  blessed  wounds 
 Deep  in  our  hearts  remain !' 
 Through  them  may  we  the  glorious  prize 
 Of  life  eternal  gain ! 
 
 Dread  Trinity,  to  Thee 
 Let  the  world's  fabric  bend ; 
 While  evermore,  from  hearts  renew'd. 
 New  hymns  of  praise  ascend. 
 
 MATINS, 
 Corpus  domas  jejuniis. 
 
 Thy  body  \nth  long  fastings  worn ; 
 Thy  flesh  with  cruel  scourgings  torn ; 
 'Twas  thine  to  live,  O  blessed  Saint, 
 A  pure  and  spotless  penitent. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    233 
 
 Oh,  may  we  follow  after  thee, 
 And  imitate  thy  purity ! 
 And  by  the  Spirit  strive  to  tame 
 The  passions  of  this  mortal  frame ! 
 
 Thou  to  the  poor  in  winter's  snow 
 Oft  thy  own  raiment  didst  bestow ; 
 By  hunger  or  by  thirst  oppress'd, 
 They  flew  to  thy  parental  breast. 
 
 O  thou,  who  none  didst  e'er  deny 
 Of  those  who  sought  thy  charity, 
 Thy  native  land  from  harm  defend, 
 And  peace  on  all  her  borders  send ! 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ; 
 Jesu,  through  thy  dear  servant's  prayer, 
 May  we  thy  joys  eternal  share. 
 
234  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Te  deprecante  corporum. 
 
 Saint  of  sweetest  majesty ! 
 
 What  a  potent  voice  is  thine ! 
 At  thy  prayer  diseases  fly ; 
 
 Fading-  health  revives  again. 
 
 Oft  with  wasting  fever  wan, 
 Ling'ring  at  their  latest  breath, 
 
 Dpng  men  by  thee  are  drawn 
 From  the  very  jaws  of  death. 
 
 Oft  the  shipwreck'd  merchandise, 
 Sunk  beneath  the  raging  flood, 
 
 At  thy  prayer  is  seen  to  rise. 
 By  the  glorious  might  of  God. 
 
 Oh,  by  thy  surpassing  power ! 
 
 By  thy  joys  celestial ! 
 Help  us  in  affliction's  hour ; 
 
 Hear  us  when  on  thee  we  call. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    235 
 
 Everlasting  Three  in  One ! 
 
 Ever-blessed  One  in  Three  ! 
 Grant  us  through  thy  Saint  the  boon 
 
 Of  a  glad  eternity. 
 
 FEAST  OF  ST.  RAPHAEL  THE  ARCHMGEL. 
 
 October  25. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Tibi  Christe  splendor  Patris. 
 
 Jesu,  brightness  of  the  Father ! 
 
 Life  and  strength  of  all  who  live ! 
 In  the  presence  of  the  Angels, 
 
 Glory  to  thy  name  we  give ; 
 And  thy  wondrous  praise  rehearse, 
 Singing  in  alternate  verse. 
 
 Hail,  too,  ye  angelic  powers ! 
 
 Hail,  ye  thrones  celestial ! 
 Hail,  Physician  of  Salvation ! 
 
 Guide  of  life,  blest  Raphael ! 
 Who,  the  Foe  of  all  mankind 
 Didst  in  links  of  iron  bind. 
 
236  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Oh,  may  Christ,  by  thy  protection. 
 Shelter  us  from  harm  this  day ; 
 
 Keep  us  pure  in  flesh  and  spirit; 
 Save  us  from  the  enemy ; 
 
 And  vouchsafe  us,  of  his  grace, 
 
 In  his  Paradise  a  place. 
 
 Glory  to  th'  Almighty  Father, 
 Sing  we  now  in  anthems  sweet ; 
 
 Glory  to  the  great  Redeemer ; 
 Glory  to  the  Paraclete 
 
 Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
 
 Throughout  all  eternity. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Christe,  sanctorum  decus  angelorum. 
 
 O  Christ,  the  glory  of  the  Angel  choirs ! 
 Author  and  Ruler  of  the  human  race  ! 
 Grant  us  one  day  to  mount  the  path  of  Heaven, 
 And  see  in  bliss  thy  face. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.    237 
 
 And  oh,  thy  Raphael,  physician  blest, 
 Send  down  to  us  from  yon  celestial  height, 
 To  heal  our  souls'  diseases,  and  to  guide 
 Our  course  through  life  aright. 
 
 Thou  too,  O  Mary,  Mother  of  our  God ! 
 With  all  the  bright  angelic  host  descend, 
 And  bring  with  thee  th'  Assembly  of  the  Saints, 
 Thy  children  to  befriend. 
 
 This  grace  on  us  bestow,  O  Father  blest, 
 And  Thou,  O  Son  by  an  eternal  birth ; 
 With  Thee,  from  both  proceeding,  Holy  Ghost ! 
 Whose  glory  fills  the  earth. 
 
 FEAST  OF  ALL  SAINTS. 
 
 November  1. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Placare,  Christe,  servulis. 
 
 O  Christ,  thy  guilty  people  spare  I 
 Lo,  kneeling  at  thy  gracious  throne. 
 
 Thy  Virgin  Mother  pours  her  prayer, 
 Imploring  pardon  for  her  own. 
 
238  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Ye  Angels,  happy  evermore ! 
 
 Who  in  your  circles  nine  ascend, 
 As  ye  have  guarded  us  before. 
 
 So  still  from  harm  our  steps  defend. 
 
 Ye  Prophets  and  Apostles  high ! 
 
 Behold  our  penitential  tears  ; 
 And  plead  for  us  when  death  is  nigh, 
 
 And  our  all-searching  Judge  appears. 
 
 Ye  Martyrs  all !  a  purple  band. 
 
 And  Confessors,  a  white-robed  train ; 
 
 Oh,  call  us  to  our  native  land, 
 From  this  our  exile,  back  again. 
 
 And  ye,  O  choii's  of  Virgins  chaste ! 
 
 Receive  us  to  your  seats  on  high ; 
 With  Hermits  whom  the  desert  waste 
 
 Sent  up  of  old  into  the  sky. 
 
 Drive  from  the  flock,  O  Spirits  blest ! 
 
 The  false  and  faithless  race  away ; 
 That  all  within  one  fold  may  rest. 
 
 Secure  beneath  one  Shepherd's  sway. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  PROPER  OF  SAINTS.  239 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son ; 
 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
 While  everlasting  ages  run. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 Salutis  cEterncB  dator. 
 
 Giver  of  life,  eternal  Lord  1 
 
 Thy  own  redeem'd  defend ; 
 Mother  of  Grace  !  thy  children  save, 
 
 And  help  them  to  the  end. 
 
 Ye  thousand  thousand  Angel  Hosts ! 
 
 Assist  us  in  our  need ; 
 Ye  Patriarchs!  with  the  Prophet  Choir! 
 
 For  our  forgiveness  plead. 
 
 Herald  of  Christ!  and  Thou  who  still 
 Dost  Heaven's  dread  keys  retain ! 
 
 Ye  glorious  Apostles  all ! 
 Unloose  our  guilty  chain. 
 
240 
 
 SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Army  of  Martyrs !  holy  Priests 
 
 In  beauteous  array  I 
 Ye  happy  troops  of  Virgins  chaste  I 
 
 Wash  all  our  sins  away. 
 
 All  ye  who  high  above  the  stars 
 
 In  heavenly  glory  reign  I 
 May  we  through  your  blest  prayers,  the  gifts 
 
 Of  endless  life  obtain. 
 
 Praise,  honor,  to  the  Father  be, 
 
 Praise  to  his  only  Son ; 
 Praise  to  the  Spuit  Paraclete, 
 
 While  ceaseless  ao-es  run. 
 
§mtt  ¥m 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  BREVIARY. 
 
 IV. 
 
 HYMNS  BELONGING  TO  THE  COMMON  OF 
 SAINTS. 
 
SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  BREVIARY. 
 
 IV. 
 
 HYMNS  BELONGING  TO  THE  COMMON  OF 
 SAINTS. 
 
 HTlDs^S  ON  THE  FESTIYALS  OP  THE  BLESSED 
 VIRGIN  MAET  THROUGHOUT  THE  YEAR. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Ave  maris  Stella. 
 
 Gentle  Star  of  ocean ! 
 
 Portal  of  the  sky  ! 
 Ever  Virgin  Mother 
 
 Of  the  Lord  most  High ! 
 
244  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Oh !  by  Gabriel's  Ave, 
 
 Utter'd  long  ago, 
 Eva's  name  reversing, 
 
 Stablish  peace  below. 
 
 Break  the  captive's  fetters  ; 
 
 Light  on  blindness  pour ; 
 All  our  ills  expelling, 
 
 Every  bliss  implore. 
 
 Show  thyself  a  Mother ; 
 
 Offer  Him  our  sighs. 
 Who  for  us  Incarnate 
 
 Did  not  thee  despise. 
 
 Virgin  of  all  Virgins ! 
 
 To  thy  shelter  take  us ; 
 Gentlest  of  the  gentle  ! 
 
 Chaste  and  gentle  make  us. 
 
 Still  as  on  we  journey, 
 Help  our  weak  endeavor ; 
 
 Till  mth  thee  and  Jesus 
 We  rejoice  for  ever. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    245 
 
 Through  the  highest  Heaven, 
 To  the  Almighty  Three, 
 
 Father,  Son,  and  Spuit, 
 One  same  glory  be. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Quern  terra,  pontus,  sidera. 
 
 The  Lord,  whom  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 
 With  one  adoring  voice  proclaim ; 
 
 Who  rules  them  all  in  majesty; 
 Inclos'd  himself  in  Mary's  frame. 
 
 Lo !  in  a  humble  Virgin's  womb, 
 O'ershadow'd  by  Almighty  power ; 
 
 He  whom  the  stars,  and  sun,  and  moon. 
 Each  serve  in  their  appointed  hour. 
 
 O  Mother  blest !  to  whom  was  given 
 
 Within  thy  body  to  contain 
 The  Architect  of  earth  and  Heaven, 
 
 Whose  hands  the  universe  sustain : 
 
246  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 To  thee  was  sent  an  Angel  down ; 
 
 In  thee  the  Spirit  was  enshrined ; 
 Of  thee  was  born  that  Mighty  One, 
 
 The  long-desired  of  all  mankind. 
 
 O  Jesu !  born  of  Virgin  bright, 
 Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  infinite. 
 And  Holy  Ghost  eternally. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 O  glorias  a  Virginum. 
 
 O  Queen  of  all  the  Virgin  choir ! 
 
 Enthroned  above  the  starry  sky ! 
 Who  with  pure  milk  from  thy  own  breast 
 
 Thy  own  Creator  didst  supply. 
 
 What  man  had  lost  in  hapless  Eve, 
 Thy  sacred  womb  to  man  restores  ; 
 
 Thou  to  the  wretched  here  beneath 
 Hast  open'd  Heaven's  eternal  doors. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.  247 
 
 Hail,  O  refulgent  Hall  of  light ! 
 
 Hail,  Gate  sublime  of  Heaven's  high  King ! 
 Through  Thee  redeem'd  to  endless  life, 
 
 Thy  praise  let  all  the  nations  sing. 
 
 O  Jesu !  born  of  Virgin  bright, 
 
 Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee ; 
 Praise  to  the  Father  infinite, 
 
 And  Holy  Ghost  eternally. 
 
 The  above  Hymns  are  also  used  in  the  Little  OflBce  of  the 
 Blessed  Virgin  Mary,  with  the  addition  of  the  following  :— 
 
 AT  TERCE,  SEXT,  NONE,  AND  COMPLINE. 
 
 Memento  rerum  Conditor. 
 
 Remember,  O  Creator  Lord!- 
 That  in  the  Virgin's  sacred  womb 
 
 Thou  wast  conceived,  and  of  her  flesh 
 Didst  our  mortality  assume. 
 
243 
 
 SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Mother  of  grace,  O  Mary  blest ! 
 
 To  thee,  sweet  fount  of  love,  we  fly ; 
 Shield  us  through  life,  and  take  us  hence 
 
 To  thy  dear  bosom  when  we  die. 
 
 O  Jesu !  born  of  Virgin  bright, 
 
 Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee; 
 Praise  to  the  Father  infinite, 
 
 And  Holy  Ghost  eternally. 
 
 coir]iroN  OF  apostles  and  evangelists. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    LAUDS. 
 
 ExxUtet  orbis  gaudiis. 
 
 Now  let  the  earth  with  joy  resound. 
 And  highest  Heaven  re-echo  round ; 
 Nor  Heaven  nor  earth  too  high  can  raise 
 The  great  Apostle's  glorious  praise. 
 
HYMNS  I'ROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    249 
 
 O  ye  who,  throned  in  glory  dread, 
 Shall  judge  the  living  and  the  dead ! 
 Lights  of  the  world  for  evermore ! 
 To  you  the  suppliant  prayer  we  pour. 
 
 Ye  close  the  sacred  gates  on  high ; 
 At  your  command  apart  they  fly  : 
 Oh !  loose  us  from  the  guilty  chain 
 We  strive  to  break,  and  strive  in  vain< 
 
 Sickness  and  health  your  voice  obey  } 
 At  your  command  they  go  or  stay ' 
 Oh,  then  from  sin  our  souls  restore ; 
 Increase  our  \irtues  more  and  more. 
 
 So  when  the  world  is  at  its  end, 
 And  Christ  to  Judgment  shall  descend. 
 May  we  be  call'd  those  joys  to  see 
 Prepared  from  all  eternity. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ; 
 As  ever  was  in  ages  past, 
 And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 
 
250  SACPuED    YEAR. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Sterna  Christi  munera. 
 
 The  Lord's  eternal  gifts, 
 Th'  Apostles'  mighty  praise, 
 Their  victories,  and  high  reward. 
 Sing  we  in  joyful  lays. 
 
 Lords  of  the  churches  they ; 
 Triumphant  Chiefs  of  war ; 
 Brave  Soldiers  of  the  Heavenly  Court : 
 True  lights  for  evermore. 
 
 Theirs  was  the  Saints'  high  Faith  ; 
 And  quenchless  Hope's  pure  glow ; 
 And  perfect  Charity,  which  laid 
 The  world's  fell  tyrant  low. 
 
 In  them  the  Father  shone  ; 
 In  them  the  Son  o'ercame ; 
 In  them  the  Holy  Spirit  wrought. 
 And  fill'd  their  hearts  with  flame. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    251 
 
 To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
 And  Spirit,  glory  be ; 
 As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so, 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 OF  APOSTLES  AND  EVAXGELISTS  DURING  EASTER. 
 VESPERS     AND     MATINS. 
 
 Tristes  erant  .9postoli. 
 
 When  Christ,  by  his  own  servants  slain, 
 
 Had  died  upon  the  bitter  Cross, 
 Th'  Apostles,  of  their  joy  bereft. 
 
 Were  weeping  their  dear  Saviour's  loss  : — 
 
 Meanwhile,  an  Angel  at  the  tomb 
 
 To  holy  women  hath  foretold, 
 "  The  faithful  flock  shall  soon  with  joy 
 
 Their  Lord  in  Galilee  behold." 
 
 Who,  as  they  run  the  news  to  bring, 
 
 Lo,  straightway  Christ  Himself  they  meet, 
 
 All  radiant  with  heavenly  light, 
 And  falling,  clasp  his  sacred  feet. 
 
252  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 To  Galilee's  lone  mountain  heights 
 
 The  Apostolic  band  retire : 
 There,  blest  with  their  dear  Saviour's  sight, 
 
 They  taste  in  full  their  soul's  desire. 
 
 O  Jesu !  from  the  death  of  sin 
 
 Keep  us,  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
 
 The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 
 
 Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee. 
 
 Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 
 Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given ; 
 
 With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter, 
 
 Henceforth  by  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
 [within  the  octave  of  the  ascension,] 
 
 Glory  to  Jesus,  who  returns 
 In  pomp  triumphant  to  the  sky. 
 
 With  Thee,  O  Father,  and  with  Thee, 
 O  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    253 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Paschale  mundo  gaudium. 
 
 Now  daily  shines  the  sun  more  fair, 
 Recalling  that  blest  time, 
 
 When  Christ  on  his  Apostles  shone, 
 In  radiant  light  sublime. 
 
 They  in  his  Body  see  his  wounds 
 Like  stars  di\1nely  glow  ; 
 
 Then  forth,  as  his  true  Witnesses, 
 Thi'oughout  the  world  they  go. 
 
 O  Christ !  thou  King  most  merciful ! 
 
 Our  inmost  hearts  possess ; 
 So  may  we  with  due  songs  of  praise 
 
 Thy  name  for  ever  bless. 
 
 Keep  us,  O  Jesu !  from  the  death 
 
 Of  sin ;  and  deign  to  be 
 The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 
 
 Of  all  new-born  in  Thee. 
 
254  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  and  the  San, 
 Who  fronS  the  dead  arose ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
 While  age  on  ages  flows. 
 
 OF  ONE  iTARTYR. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Deus  tuorum  militum. 
 
 O  Thou,  of  all  thy  warriors  Lord, 
 Thyself  the  crown,  and  sure  reward : 
 Set  us  from  sinful  fetters  free, 
 Who  sing  thy  Martyr's  victory. 
 
 In  selfish  pleasures'  worldly  round 
 The  taste  of  bitter  gall  he  found ; 
 But  sweet  to  him  was  thy  blest  Name, 
 And  thus  to  heavenly  joys  he  came. 
 
 Right  manfully  his  cross  he  bore, 
 And  ran  his  race  of  torments  sore : 
 For  Thee  he  pour'd  his  life  away ; 
 With  Thee  he  lives  in'endless  day. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    255 
 
 We,  then,  before  Thee  bending  low, 
 Entreat  Thee,  Lord,  thy  love  to  show 
 On  this  the  day  thy  Martyr  died. 
 Who  in  thy  Saints  art  glorified! 
 
 Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 Be  glory  while  the  ages  run ; 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee ! 
 Through  ages  of  eternity. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Invicte  Martyr  unicum. 
 
 Martte  of  uneonquer'd  might ! 
 
 Follower  of  th'  eternal  Son ! 
 Who,  triumphant  in  the  fight, 
 
 Hast  celestial  glory  won; 
 
 By  the  virtue  of  thy  prayer. 
 Wash  our  guilty  stains  away ; 
 
 Sin's  contagion  drive  afar ; 
 Suffer  not  our  feet  to  stray. 
 
256  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Loosen'd  from  the  fleshly  chain 
 Which  detain'd  thee  here  of  old, 
 
 Loose  us  from  the  bonds  of  sin, 
 From  the  fetters  of  the  worid. 
 
 Glory  to  the  Father  be ; 
 
 Gloiy  to  his  only  Son ; 
 Glor}^  Holy  Ghost,  to  Th^e, 
 
 While  eternal  ages  run. 
 
 The  Common  of  one  Martyr  during  Easter  is  the  same  as  the 
 above,  except  the  Doxology,  which  is 
 
 Glory  to  th'  eternal  Son, 
 
 Wlio  from  death  divinely  rose ; 
 
 Glory  to  the  Three  in  One, 
 Long  as  age  on  ages  flows. 
 
 [within  the  octave  of  the  ascension.] 
 Glory  to  th'  eternal  Son, 
 
 Who  again  ascends  the  sky } 
 Glory  to  the  Three  in  One, 
 
 Throughout  all  eternity. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    257 
 
 OF  MANY  MARTYRS. 
 
 VESPERS. 
 
 Sanctorum  meritis  inclyta  gaudia. 
 
 Sing  we  the  peerless  deeds  of  martyr'd  Saints, 
 Their  glorious  merits,  and  their  portion  blest ; 
 Of  all  the  conquerors  the  world  has  seen, 
 The  greatest  and  the  best. 
 
 Them  in  their  day  th'  insensate  world  abhorr'd, 
 Because  they  did  forsake  it.  Lord,  for  Thee  ; 
 Finding  it  all  a  barren  waste,  devoid 
 Of  fruit,  or  flower,  or  tree. 
 
 They  trod  beneath  them  every  threat  of  man, 
 And  came  victorious  all  torments  through ; 
 The  iron  hooks,  which  piecemeal  tore  their  flesh, 
 Could  not  their  souls  subdue. 
 
 Scourged,  crucified,  like  sheep  to  slaughter  led, 
 Unmurmuring  they  met  their  cruel  fate  ; 
 For  conscious  innocence  their  souls  upheld. 
 In  patient  virtue  great. 
 17 
 
258  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 What  tongue  those  joys,  O  Jesu,  can  disclose, 
 Which  for  thy  martyr'd  Saints  Thou  dost  prepare ! 
 Happy  who  in  thy  pains,  thrice  happy  those 
 Who  in  thy  glory  share ! 
 
 Our  faults,  our  sins,  our  miseries  remove, 
 Great  Deity  supreme,  immortal  King ! 
 Grant  us  thy  peace,  grant  us  thine  endless  love 
 Through  endless  years  to  sing. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Chris  to  prof  us  um  sanguinem. 
 
 Sing  we  the  Martyrs  blest, 
 Their  blood  for  Jesus  pour'd ; 
 Sing  we  their  glorious  \ictories. 
 And  infinite  reward. 
 
 Treading  the  world  beneath, 
 Spurnmg  the  body's  pain,  * 
 'Twas  theirs,  in  Martyrdom's  brief  space, 
 Eternal  joys  to  gain. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    259 
 
 To  raging  flames  consign'd; 
 And  ruthless  beasts  a  prey ; 
 Their  sacred  flesh  by  savage  hooks 
 Torn  piece  by  piece  away ; 
 
 Their  vitals  hanging  forth ; — 
 Unmoved  they  still  endure ; 
 Unmoved  continue,  in  the  grace 
 Of  endless  life  secure. 
 
 Saviour,  to  us  vouchsafe, 
 Of  thy  dear  clemency, 
 A  portion  with  thy  Martyr  Saints, 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 Rex  gloriose  martyrum. 
 
 O  Thou,  the  Martyrs'  glorious  King! 
 
 Of  Confessors  the  crown  and  prize 
 Who  dost  to  joys  celestial  bring 
 
 Those  who  the  joys  of  earth  despise  ; 
 
260  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 By  all  the  praise  thy  Saints  have  won ; 
 
 By  all  their  pains  in  days  gone  by ; 
 By  all  the  deeds  which  they  have  done ; 
 
 Hear  Thou  thy  suppliant  people's  cry. 
 
 Thou  dost  amid  thy  Martyrs  fight ; 
 
 Thy  Confessors  Thou  dost  forgive ; 
 May  we  find  mercy  in  thy  sight, 
 
 And  in  thy  sacred  presence  live. 
 
 To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
 And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son  ; 
 
 The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee ! 
 While  everlasting  ages  run. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.  261 
 
 OF  MAOT  MAETTES  DTERING  EASTER  THE. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    LAUDS. 
 
 Rex  gloriose  martyrum, 
 [As  above,  page  259.    With  the  following  Doxology :] 
 
 Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 Who  rose  from  death,  all  glory  be, 
 
 With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter, 
 Henceforth  through  all  eternity. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Christo  profusum  sanguinem. 
 
 [As  at  page  258.] 
 
 OP  A  CONEESSOR  AND  BISHOP. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Iste  Confessor  Domini  colentes. 
 
 The  Confessor  of  Christ,  from  shore  to  shore 
 
 Worshipp'd  with  solemn  rite ; 
 This  day  went  up  with  joy,  his  labors  o'er. 
 
 To  his  blest  seat  in  light. 
 
262  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 [If  it  be  not  the  day  of  his  death,  the  following  is  sub- 
 stituted.] 
 
 This  day  receives  those  honors  which  are  his, 
 
 High  in  the  realms  of  light. 
 
 Holy  and  innocent  were  all  his  ways ; 
 
 Sweet,  temperate,  unstain'd ; 
 His  life  was  prayer, — his  every  breath  was  praise, 
 
 While  breath  to  him  remain'd. 
 
 Ofttimes  his  merits  high  in  every  land, 
 
 In  cures  have  been  displayed ; 
 And  still  does  health  return  at  his  command 
 
 To  many  a  frame  decay'd. 
 
 Therefore  to  him  triumphant  praise  we  pay, 
 
 And  yearly  songs  renew ; 
 Praying  our  glorious  Saint  for  us  to  pray, 
 
 All  the  long  ages  through. 
 
 To  God,  of  all  the  centre  and  the  source, 
 
 Be  power  and  glory  given ;  [course, 
 
 Who  sways  the  mighty  world  through  all  its 
 From  the  bright  throne  of  Heaven. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    263 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 #  Jes^l  Redemptor  omnium. 
 
 Redeemer  blest  of  all  who  live ! 
 
 Thy  Pontiffs'  endless  prize ! 
 Upon  this  day  thine  ear  incline, 
 
 And  hear  us  from  the  skies. 
 
 This  day  the  holy  Confessor 
 Of  thy  most  sacred  Name, 
 
 Honor'd  with  yearly  festive  rites, 
 To  heavenly  glory  came. 
 
 This  day  amid  the  blissful  choirs 
 Of  Angels,  he  sate  down ; 
 
 Receiving,  for  the  joys  he  spum'd, 
 An  everlasting  crown. 
 
 Oh !  grant  us  in  his  steps  to  walk ; 
 
 His  holy  life  to  live ; 
 And  by  the  virtue  of  his  prayers, 
 
 Thy  people's  sins  forgive. 
 
264  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Glory  to  Thee,  all  gracious  Lord: 
 Praise  to  the  Father  be ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete ; 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 OF  A  CONFESSOR  NOT  A  BISHOP. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Iste  Confessor. 
 [As  at  page  261.] 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Jesu  corona  celsior, 
 
 Jesu!  eternal  Truth  sublime  ! 
 
 Through  endless  years  the  same ! 
 Thou  crown  of  those,  who  through  all  time 
 
 Confess  thy  holy  Name : 
 
 Thy  suppliant  people,  through  the  prayer 
 
 Of  thy  blest  Saint,  forgive  ; 
 For  his  dear  sake  thy  wrath  forbear, 
 
 And  bid  our  spirits  live. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    265 
 
 Again  returns  the  sacred  day, 
 With  heavenly  glory  bright, 
 
 Which  saw  him  go  upon  his  way 
 Into  the  realms  of  light. 
 
 All  objects  of  our  vain  desire. 
 All  earthly  joys  and  gains. 
 
 To  him  were  but  as  filthy  mire ; 
 And  now  with  Thee  he  reigns. 
 
 Thee,  Jesu,  his  all-gracious  Lord, 
 
 Confessing  to  the  last. 
 He  trod  beneath  him  Satan's  fraud, 
 
 And  stood  for  ever  fast. 
 
 In  holy  deeds  of  faith  and  love, 
 In  fastings  and  in  prayers. 
 
 His  days  were  spent ;  and  now  above 
 Thy  heavenly  Feast  he  shares. 
 
 Then,  for  his  sake  thy  wrath  lay  by, 
 And  hear  us  while  we  pray ; 
 
 And  pardon  us,  O  Thou  most* high, 
 On  this  his  festal  Day. 
 
266  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 All  glory  to  the  Father  be ; 
 
 Praise  to  his  only  Son ; 
 Praise,  holy  Paraclete,  to  Thee ; 
 
 While  endless  ages  run. 
 
 OF  TIEGIXS. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    LAUDS. 
 
 Jesu  corona  Virginuvi. 
 
 Thou  Crown  of  all  the  Virgin  choir ! 
 
 That  holy  Mother's  Virgin  Son ! 
 Who  is,  alone  of  womankind, 
 
 Mother  and  Virgin  both  in  one  I 
 
 Encircled  by  thy  Virgin  band. 
 Amid  the  lilies  Thou  art  found ; 
 
 For  thy  pure  brides  with  la^^sh  hand 
 Scattering  immortal  graces  round. 
 
 And  still,  wherever  thou  dost  bend 
 Thy  lovely  steps,  O  glorious  King, 
 
 Virgins  upon  thy  steps  attend. 
 
 And  hymns  to  thy  high  glory  sing. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.  267 
 
 Keep  us,  O  Purity  divine, 
 
 From  every  least  corruption  free ; 
 Our  every  sense  from  sin  refine. 
 
 And  purify  our  souls  for  Thee. 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 All  honor,  glory,  praise,  be  given  ; 
 
 With  Thee,  O  holy  Paraclete  ! 
 
 Henceforth  by  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
 
 MATINS, 
 
 Virginis  Proles  Opifexque  matris. 
 
 O  Thou  thy  Mother's  Maker,  hail ! 
 
 Hail,  Virgin-born !  to  Thee ; 
 To-day  a  Virgin's  death  we  sing 
 
 A  Virgin's  victory. 
 
 O  doubly  blest !  to  whom  was  given 
 Martyr  and  Virgin  too, — 
 
 At  once  to  triumph  over  death, 
 And  her  frail  sex  subdue. 
 
268  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 O'er  fear,  o'er  thousand  forms  of  pain, 
 
 Victorious  she  stood ! 
 And  won  the  everlasting  heights 
 
 In  streams  of  her  own  blood. 
 
 Oh,  through  her  prayers  our  sins  forgive, 
 
 All  good  and  gracious  King 
 So  purified  in  heart  may  we 
 
 Thy  praise  eternal  sing. 
 
 All  glory  to  the  Father  be  :  # 
 
 Praise  to  his  only  Son ;  '  * 
 
 With  Thee,  who  dost  from  both  proceed, 
 While  endless  ages  run. 
 
 [If  the  Virgin  be  not  a  Martyr,  the  second  and  third  stanzas 
 are  omitted,  and  the  two  last  lines  of  the  first  stanza  are 
 as  follows :] 
 
 Hear  us,  who  on  this  day  record 
 Thy  Virgin's  memory 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    269 
 
 OF  HOLY  WOMEN. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    LAUDS. 
 
 Fortem  virili  pectore. 
 
 High  let  us  all  our  voices  raise, 
 In  that  heroic  woman's  praise ; 
 Whose  name,  with  saintly  glory  bright, 
 Shines  in  the  starry  realms  of  light. 
 
 Fill'd  with  a  pure  celestial  glow, 
 She  spurn'd  all  love  of  things  below  ; 
 And  heedless  here  on  earth  to  stay, 
 Climb'd  to  the  skies  her  toilsome  way. 
 
 With  fasts  her  body  she  subdued ; 
 But  fill'd  her  soul  with  prayers'  sweet  food 
 In  other  worlds  she  tastes  the  bliss. 
 For  which  she  left  the  joys  of  this. 
 
 O  Christ,  the  strength  of  all  the  strong ! 
 To  whom  all  our  best  deeds  belong ! 
 Through  her  prevailing  prayers  on  high. 
 In  mercy  hear  thy  people's  cry. 
 
270  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
 Be  glory  while  the  ages  flow. 
 From  all  above,  and  all  below. 
 
 MATINS. 
 
 Oh,  through  her  prayers,"  Src,  p.  268. 
 
 OP  THE  DEDICATION  OF  A  CHURCH. 
 
 VESPERS    AND    MATINS. 
 
 Calestis  urbs  Jerusalem, 
 
 Jerusalem,  thou  City  blest ! 
 Dear  vision  of  celestial  rest ! 
 Which  far  above  the  starry  sky, 
 Piled  up  with  livdng  stones  on  high. 
 Art,  as  a  Bride,  encircled  bright. 
 With  million  angel  forms  of  light : 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.    271 
 
 Oh,  wedded  in  a  prosperous  hour ! 
 The  Father's  glory  was  thy  dower ; 
 The  Spirit  all  His  graces  shed, 
 Thou  peerless  Queen,  upon  thy  head ; 
 ^Vhen  Christ  espoused  thee  for  his  Bride, 
 O  City  bright  and  glorified ! 
 
 Thy  gates  a  pearly  lustre  pour ; 
 Thy  gates  are  open  evermore ; 
 And  thither  evermore  draw  nigh 
 All  who  for  Christ  have  dared  to  die ; 
 Or  smit  with  love  of  their  dear  Lord, 
 Have  pains  endured,  and  joys  abhorr'd. 
 
 Thou  too,  O  Church,  which  here  we  see  I 
 No  easy  task  hath  builded  thee. 
 Long  did  the  chisels  ring  around  ! 
 Long  did  the  mallets'  blows  rebound ! 
 Long  work'd  the  head,  and  toil'd  the  hand  I 
 Ere  stood  thy  stones  as  now  they  stand ! 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  glory  due 
 Be  paid  by  all  the  heavenly  Host ; 
 
272  ■      SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 And  to  his  only  Son  most  true ; 
 With  Thee,  O  mighty  Holy  Ghost ! 
 To  whom  praise,  power,  and  blessing  be, 
 Through  ages  of  eternity. 
 
 LAUDS. 
 
 Mto  ez  Olympi  vertice. 
 
 From  highest  Heaven,  the  Father's  Son, 
 Descending  like  that  mystic  stone 
 Cut  from  a  mountain  without  hands. 
 Came  down  below,  and  filled  all  lands ; 
 Uniting,  midway  in  the  sky. 
 His  House  on  earth,  and  House  on  high. 
 
 That  House  on  high, — it  ever  rings 
 With  praises  of  the  King  of  kings ; 
 For  ever  there,  on  harps  divine. 
 They  hymn  th'  eternal  One  and  Trine ; 
 We,  here  below,  the  strain  prolong, 
 And  faintly  echo  Sion's  song. 
 
HYMNS  FROM  THE  COMMON  OF  SAINTS.  273 
 
 O  Lord  of  lords  invisible ! 
 With  thy  pure  light  this  temple  fill : 
 Hither,  oft  as  invoked,  descend; 
 Here  to  thy  people's  prayer  attend : 
 Here,  through  all  hearts,  for  evermore, 
 Thy  Spirit's  quick'ning  graces  pour. 
 
 Here  may  the  Faithful,  day  by  day. 
 In  kneeling  adoration  pray ; 
 And  here  receive  from  thy  dear  love 
 The  blessings  of  that  home  above ; 
 Till,  loosen'd  from  this  mortal  chain, 
 Its  everlasting  joys  they  gain. 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  glory  due 
 Be  paid  by  all  the  heavenly  Host ; 
 And  to  his  only  Son  most  true ; 
 With  Thee,  O  mighty  Holy  Ghost; 
 To  whom  praise,  power,  and  blessing  be. 
 Through  ages  of  eternity. 
 
 £ND   OF   HYMNS   FROM   THE   BREVIARY. 
 
 18 
 
SACRED   YEAR, 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  THE  MISSAL. 
 
 PALM-SUNDAY. 
 
 Oloria,  laus,  et  honor. 
 
 Glory  and  praise  to  Thee,  Redeemer  blest ! 
 To  whom  theu-  glad  hosannas  children  pour'd ; 
 Hail,  Israel's  King !  hail,  David's  Son  confess'd ! 
 Who  comest  in  the  name  of  Israel's  Lord. 
 
 Thy  praise  in  Heaven  the  Host  angelic  sings ; 
 On  earth  mankind,  with  all  created  things. 
 
 ["  Glory  and  praise,"  <SfC.  as  above^  is  repeated.] 
 
278  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 Thee  once  with  palms  the  Jews  went  forth  to 
 
 meet; 
 Thee  now  with  prayers  and  holy  hymns  we  greet. 
 [Glory  and  praise,  &c.] 
 
 Thee,   on   thy  way   to   die,  they  crown'd  with 
 
 praise ; 
 To  Thee,  now  King  on  high,  our  song  we  raise. 
 
 [Glory  and  praise,  &c.] 
 
 Thee  their  poor   homage   pleased,   O  gracious 
 
 King! 
 Ours  too  accept, — the  best  that  we  can  bring. 
 [Glory  and  praise,  &c.] 
 
 GOOD-FRIDAT. 
 
 Crux  fidelis  inter  omnes. 
 
 Faithful  Cross,  O  Tree  all  beauteous! 
 
 Tree  all  peerless  and  diAine  I 
 Not  a  grove  on  earth  can  show  us 
 
 Such  a  flower  and  leaf  as  thine. 
 
HYMNS    FROM    THE    MISSAL.  279 
 
 Sweet  the  nails,  and  sweet  the  wood, 
 Laden  with  so  sweet  a  load ! 
 
 After  which,  "  Pange  lingua.^''  as  at  page  137. 
 
 ["  Sweet  the  nails,"  <^c.  as  above,  being  re- 
 peated after  every  stanza.'] 
 
 SEQUENCE,  EASTER-SUNDAY. 
 
 VictimcB  Paschali  laudes. 
 
 Forth  to  the  Paschal  Victim,  Christians  bring 
 Your  sacrifice  of  praise : 
 
 The  Lamb  redeems  the  sheep ; 
 And  Chiist,  the  Sinless  One, 
 Hath  to  the  Father  sinners  reconciled. 
 
 Together,  Death  and  Life 
 
 In  a  strange  conflict  strove ; 
 The  Prince  of  Life,  who  died, 
 Now  lives  and  reigns. 
 
280  SACRED    YEAE.. 
 
 What  thou  sawest,  Mary,  say, 
 As  thou  wentest  on  the  way. 
 
 I  saw  the  tomb  wherein  the  Living  One  had  Iain ; 
 
 I  saw  his  glory  as  He  rose  again ; 
 
 Napkin  and  linen  clothes,  and  Angels  twain : 
 Yea,  Christ  is  risen,  my  hope,  and  He 
 Will  go  before  you  into  Galilee. 
 
 We  know  that  Christ  indeed  has  risen  from  the 
 Hail,  thou  King  of  Victory !  [grave  : 
 
 Have  mercy.  Lord,  and  save. 
 
 SEQUENCE,  WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 F'eni  Sanete  Spiritus. 
 
 Holy  Spii-it !  Lord  of  light ! 
 From  thy  clear  celestial  height, 
 Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give : 
 
 Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor ! 
 Come,  with  treasures  which  endure ! 
 Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live ; 
 
HYMNS   FROM    THE  MISSAL.  281 
 
 Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
 Visiting  the  troubled  breast, 
 Dost  refreshing-  peace  bestow ; 
 
 Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet ; 
 Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat; 
 Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 
 
 Light  immortal !  light  divine ! 
 Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  thine, 
 And  our  inmost  being  fill : 
 
 If  Thou  take  thy  grace  away, 
 Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay ; 
 All  his  good  is  turned  to  ill. 
 
 Heal  our  wounds — our  strength  renew : 
 On  our  dryness  pour  thy  dew ; 
 Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away : 
 
 Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will ; 
 Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill ; 
 Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 
 
282  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Thou,  on  those  who  evermore 
 Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore, 
 In  thy  sevenfold  gifts,  descend : 
 
 Give  them  comfort  when  they  die ; 
 
 Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high ; 
 
 Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 
 
 SEQUENCE,  SOLEimiTT  OE  COEPUS  CHEISTL 
 
 Lauda  Sion  Salvatorem. 
 
 SiON,  lift  thy  voice,  and  sing ; 
 Praise  thy  Saviour  and  thy  King ; 
 
 Praise  with  hymns  thy  Shepherd  true : 
 Strive  thy  best  to  praise  Him  well ; 
 Yet  doth  He  all  praise  excel ; 
 
 None  can  ever  reach  His  due. 
 
 See  to-day  before  us  laid 
 
 The  living  and  life-giving  Bread ! 
 
 Theme  for  praise  and  joy  profound ! 
 The  same  which  at  the  sacred  board 
 Was,  by  our  Incarnate  Lord, 
 
 Given  to  his  Apostles  round. 
 
HYMNS    FROM    THE    MISSAL.  283 
 
 Let  the  praise  be  loud  and  high ; 
 Sweet  and  tranquil  be  the  joy 
 
 Felt  to-day  in  every  breast ; 
 On  this  Festival  divine, 
 Which  records  the  origin 
 
 Of  the  glorious  Eucharist. 
 
 On  this  Table  of  the  King, 
 Our  new  Paschal  offering 
 
 Brings  to  end  the  olden  rite ; 
 Here,  for  empty  shadows  fled, 
 Is  Reality  instead ; 
 
 Here,  instead  of  darkness.  Light. 
 
 His  own  act,  at  supper  seated, 
 Christ  ordained  to  be  repeated, 
 
 In  His  Memory  divine ; 
 Wherefore  now,  with  adoration. 
 We  the  Host  of  our  salvation 
 
 Consecrate  from  bread  and  wine. 
 
 Hear  what  holy  Church  maintaineth, 
 That  the  bread  its  substance  changeth 
 Into  Flesh,  the  wine  to  Blood. 
 
284  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Doth  it  pass  thy  comprehending  ? 
 Faith,  the  law  of  sight  transcending, 
 Leaps  to  things  not  understood. 
 
 Here,*  beneath  these  signs,  are  hidden 
 Priceless  things,  to  sense  forbidden ; 
 
 Signs,  not  things,  are  all  we  see ; — 
 Flesh  from  bread,  and  Blood  from  wine ; 
 Yet  is  Christ,  in  either  sign, 
 
 All  entire,  confess'd  to  be. 
 
 They  too,  who  of  Him  partake, 
 Sever  not,  nor  rend,  nor  break. 
 
 But  entire,  their  Lord  receive. 
 Whether  one  or  thousands  eat. 
 All  receive  the  self-same  meat. 
 
 Nor  the  less  for  others  leave. 
 
 Both  the  wicked  and  the  good 
 Eat  of  this  celestial  Food ; 
 
 But  with  ends  how  opposite ! 
 Here  'tis  life ;  and  there  'tis  death  ; 
 The  same,  yet  issuing  to  each 
 
 In  a  difference  infinite. 
 
HYMNS   FROM    THE    MISSAL.  285 
 
 Nor  a  single  doubt  retain, 
 
 When  they  break  the  Host  in  twain, 
 
 But  that  in  each  part  remains 
 
 What  was  in  the  whole  before ; 
 Since  the  simple  sign  alone 
 Suffers  change  in  state  or  form, 
 The  Signified  remaining  One 
 
 And  the  Same  for  evermore. 
 
 [Ecce  panis  angelorum.] 
 Lo !  upon  the  Altar  lies. 
 Hidden  deep  from  human  eyes, 
 Bread  of  Angels  from  the  skies. 
 
 Made  the  food  of  mortal  man : 
 Children's  meat  to  dogs  denied ; 
 In  old  types  foresignified    * 
 In  the  manna  Heaven-supplied, 
 
 Isaac,  and  the  Paschal  Lamb. 
 
 Jesu !  Shepherd  of  the  sheep ! 
 Thou  thy  flock  in  safety  keep. 
 Living  Bread !  thy  life  supply ; 
 Strengthen  us,  or  else  we  die ; 
 Fill  us  with  celestial  grace : 
 
286  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 ThoTi,  who  feedest  us  below ! 
 Source  of  all  we  have  or  know ! 
 Grant  that  with  thy  Saints  above, 
 Sitting  at  the  feast  of  love, 
 We  may  see  Thee  face  to  face. 
 
 SEQUENCE,  MASS  POR  THE  DEAD, 
 
 Dies  ircB  dies  ilia. 
 
 NiGHER  still,  and  still  more  nigh 
 Draws  the  Day  of  Prophecy, 
 Doom'd^to  melt  the  earth  and  sky. 
 
 Oh,  what  trembling  there  shall  be. 
 When  the  world  its  Judge  shall  see. 
 Coming  in  dread  majesty  ! 
 
 Hark !  the  trump,  \vith  thrilling  tone, 
 From  sepulchral  regions  lone, 
 Summons  all  before  the  throne  : 
 
HYMNS    FROM    THE    MISSAL.  287 
 
 Time  and  Death  it  doth  appall, 
 To  see  the  buried  ages  all 
 Rise  to  answer  at  the  call. 
 
 Now  the  books  are  open  spread ; 
 Now  the  writing  must  be  read, 
 Which  condemns  the  quick  and  dead : 
 
 Now,  before  the  Judge  severe 
 Hidden  things  must  all  appear; 
 Naught  can  pass  unpunish'd  here. 
 
 What  shall  guilty  I  then  plead  ? 
 
 Who  for  me  will  intercede, 
 
 When  the  Saints  shall  comfort  need  ? 
 
 King  of  dreadful  Majesty ! 
 Who  dost  freely  justify ! 
 Fount  of  Pity,  save  Thou  me ! 
 
 Recollect,  O  Love  divine  ! 
 'Twas  for  this  lost  sheep  of  thine 
 Thou  thy  glory  didst  resign : 
 
288  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Satest  wearied  seeking  me ; 
 SufFeredst  upon  the  Tree : 
 Let  not  vain  thy  labor  be. 
 
 Judge  of  Justice,  hear  my  prayer ! 
 Spare  me,  Lord,  in  mercy  spare ! 
 Ere  the  Reckoning-day  appear. 
 
 Lo !  thy  gracious  face  I  seek ; 
 Shame  and  grief  are  on  my  cheek ; 
 Sighs  and  tears  my  sorrow  speak. 
 
 Thou  didst  Mary's  guilt  forgive  ; 
 Didst  the  dying  thief  receive ; 
 Hence  doth  hope  within  me  live. 
 
 Worthless  are  my  prayers,  I  know ; 
 Yet,  oh,  cause  me  not  to  go 
 Into  everlasting  woe. 
 
 Sever'd  from  the  guilty  band, 
 Make  me  with  thy  sheep  to  stand, 
 Placing  me  on  thy  right  hand. 
 
HYMNS    FROM    THE    MISSAL.  289 
 
 When  the  cursed  in  anguish  flee 
 
 Into  flames  of  misery ; 
 
 With  the  Blest  then  call  Thou  me. 
 
 Suppliant  in  the  dust  I  lie ; 
 
 My  heart  a  cinder,  crush'd  and  dry ; 
 
 Help  me,  Lord,  when  death  is  nigh  I 
 
 Full  of  tears,  and  full  of  dread, 
 Is  the  day  that  -vrakes  the  dead, 
 Calling  all,  with  solemn  blast, 
 From  the  ashes  of  the  past. 
 
 Lord  of  mercy !  Jesu  blest  I 
 Grant  the  Faithful  licfht  and  rest. 
 
 For  Stahat  Mater  dolorosa,  see  page  182. 
 
 END   OF   HYMNS    FROM   THE    MISSAL. 
 
 19 
 
§mtii  ^m. 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  VARIOUS  SOURCES. 
 
SACRED  YEAR. 
 
 HYMNS  FROM  VARIOUS  SOURCES. 
 
 HYMN'S  AT  BENEDICTION  OF  THE 
 BLESSED  SACRAMENT. 
 
 EHTME  OF  ST.  THOMAS  AQUINAS. 
 
 Adoro  Te  devote  latens  Deitas. 
 
 0  Godhead  hid,  devoutly  I  adore  Thee, 
 Who  truly  art  within  the  forms  before  me ; 
 To  Thee  my  heart  I  bow  with  bended  knee, 
 As  failing  quite  in  contemplating  Thee. 
 
 Sight,  touch,  and  taste  in  Thee  are  each  deceived ; 
 The  ear  alone  most  safely  is  believed : 
 
 1  believe  all  the  Son  of  God  has  spoken. 
 Than  Truth's  own  word  there  is  no  truer  token. 
 
294  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 God  only  on  the  Cross  lay  hid  from  view ; 
 But  here  lies  hid  at  once  the  Manhood  too : 
 And  I,  in  both  professing  my  belief, 
 Make  the  same  prayer  as  the  repentant  thief. 
 
 Thy  wounds  as  Thomas  saw,  I  do  not  see ; 
 Yet  Thee  confess  my  Lord  and  God  to  be : 
 Make  me  believe  Thee  ever  more  and  more  ; 
 In  Thee  my  hope,  in  Thee  my  love  to  store. 
 
 O  thou  Memorial  of  our  Lord's  own  dying  ! 
 O  living  Bread,  to  mortals  life  supplying ! 
 Make  Thou  my  soul  henceforth  on  Thee  to  live ; 
 Ever  a  taste  of  Heavenly  sweetness  give. 
 
 O  loving  Pelican !  O  Jesu,  Lord ! 
 Unclean  I  am,  but  cleanse  me  in  thy  blood ; 
 Of  which  a  single  drop,  for  sinners  spilt, 
 Can  purge  the  entire  world  from  all  its  guilt. 
 
 Jesu !  whom  for  the  present  veiled  I  see, 
 What  I  so  thirst  for,  oh,  vouchsafe  to  me  : 
 That  I  may  see  thy  countenance  unfolding, 
 And  may  be  blest  thy  glory  in  beholding. 
 
HYMNS    AT    BENEDICTION.  295 
 
 \The  following  is  usually  sung  after  every  stanza.'] 
 
 Jesu,  eternal  Shepherd !  hear  our  cry ; 
 Increase  the  faith  of  all  whose  souls  on  Thee 
 rely. 
 
 PROSE. 
 
 Ave,,  verum  corpus  natunu 
 
 Hail  to  Thee !  true  Body,  sprung 
 From  the  Virgin  Mary's  womb ! 
 The  same  that  on  the  Cross  was  hung, 
 And  bore  from  man  the  bitter  doom  I 
 
 Thou,  whose  side  was  pierced,  and  flowed 
 Both  with  water  and  with  blood  ; 
 Suffer  us  to  taste  of  Thee, 
 In  our  life's  last  agony. 
 
 O  kind,  O  loving  One ! 
 O  sweet  Jesu,  Mary's  Son ! 
 
296  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 HYMN  FOR  CHEISTMAS-DAT. 
 
 Adestefiddes, 
 
 Oh,  come !  all  ye  faithful ! 
 
 Triumphantly  sing! 
 Come,  see  in  the  Manger 
 
 The  Angels'  dread  King ! 
 To  Bethlehem  hasten ! 
 
 With  joyful  accord ; 
 Oh,  hasten !  oh,  hasten ! 
 
 To  worship  the  Lord. 
 
 True  Son  of  the  Father  ! 
 
 He  comes  from  the  skies ; 
 The  womb  of  the  Virgin 
 
 He  doth  not  despise ; 
 To  Bethlehem  hasten,  &c. 
 
 Hark !  to  the  Angels ! 
 
 All  singing  in  Heaven, 
 "  To  God  in  the  highest 
 
 All  glory  be  given." 
 To  Bethlehem  hasten,  &e. 
 
HYMNS   AT    BENEDICTION.  297 
 
 To  Thee,  then,  O  Jesu ! 
 
 This  day  of  thy  buih, 
 Be  glory  and  honor 
 
 Through  Heaven  and  earth ; 
 True  Godhead  Incarnate ! 
 
 Omnipotent  Word ! 
 Oh,  hasten !  oh,  hasten ! 
 
 To  worship  the  Lord. 
 
 HYMN  FOR  EASTER-SUNDAY. 
 
 OJUiietJUicB. 
 
 Ye  sons  and  daughters  of  the  Lord ! 
 The  King  of  glory,  King  adored, 
 This  day  Himself  from  death  restored. 
 
 All  in  the  early  morning  gray 
 Went  holy  women  on  their  way. 
 To  see  the  tomb  where  Jesus  lay. 
 
 Of  spices  pure  a  precious  store 
 
 In  their  pure  hands  those  women  bore, 
 
 To  anoint  the  sacred  Body  o'er. 
 
i      298  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Then  straightway  one  in  white  they  see 
 Who  saith,  "  Ye  seek  the  Lord ;  but  He 
 Is  risen,  and  gone  to  Galilee." 
 
 This  told  they  Peter,  told  they  John ; 
 Who  forthwith  to  the  tomb  are  gone, 
 But  Peter  is  by  John  outrun. 
 
 That  self-same  night,  while  out  of  fear 
 The  doors  were  shut,  their  Lord  most  dear 
 To  his  Apostles  did  appear. 
 
 But  Thomas,  when  of  this  he  heard, 
 Was  doubtful  of  his  brethren's  word  ; 
 Wherefore  again  there  comes  the  Lord. 
 
 "  Thomas,  behold  my  side,"  saith  He ; 
 "  My  hands,  my  feet,  my  body  see, 
 And  doubt  not,  but  believe  in  Me." 
 
 When  Thomas  saw  that  wounded  side, 
 
 The  truth  no  longer  he  denied ; 
 
 "  Thou  art  my  Lord  and  God !"  he  cried. 
 
HYMNS    AT    BENEDICTION.  299 
 
 Oh,  blest  are  tliey  who  have  not  seen 
 Then-  Lord,  and  yet  believe  in  Him ! 
 Eternal  life  awaiteth  them. 
 
 Now  let  us  praise  the  Lord  most  high. 
 
 And  strive  his  name  to  magnify 
 
 Oijthis  gi-eat  day,  through  earth  and  sky ; 
 
 Whose  mercy  ever  runneth  o'er ; 
 Whom  men  and  Angel  Hosts  adore ; 
 To  Him  be  glory  evermore. 
 
 For  Salutis  humancB  sator see  page  145 
 
 "  t^terne  Rex  altissime "  147 
 
 "  Pange  lingua  gloriosi "  156 
 
 "  Tantum  ergo  sacr amentum  ...  "  157 
 
 "  Sacris  solemniis "  158 
 
 "  Verbum  supernum  prodiens  ...  "  160 
 
 "  O  salutaris  Hostia "  161 
 
 "  Stabat  Mater  dolorosa "  182 
 
 "  Lauda  Sion  Salvatorem "  282 
 
 "  Ecce  pants  angelorum "  285 
 
 iIND    OF    HYMNS    AT   BENEDICTION    OF    THE    BLESSED 
 SACRAMENT. 
 
300  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 HYMNS 
 
 FEOII  THE  OFFICE  OF  THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION. 
 
 AT     MATINS. 
 
 Salve  mundi  domina.  ^ 
 
 Hail,  Queen  of  the  Heavens  ! 
 
 Hail,  Mistress  of  earth  ! 
 HaU,  Virgin  most  pure, 
 
 Of  immaculate  birth ! 
 Clear  Star  of  the  Morning, 
 
 In  beauty  enshrined ! 
 O  Lady,  make  speed 
 
 To  the  help  of  mankind ! 
 
 Thee  God  in  the  depth 
 
 Of  eternity  chose ; 
 And  form'd  thee  all  fair, 
 
 As  his  glorious  Spouse  ; 
 And  call'd  thee  his  Word's 
 
 Own  Mother  to  be, 
 By  whom  He  created 
 
 The  earth,  sky,  and  sea. 
 
OFFICE  OF  THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION.  301 
 
 AT    PRIME. 
 
 Salve  Virgo  sapiens. 
 
 Hail,  Virgin  most  wise ! 
 
 Hail,  Deity's  Shrine, 
 With  seven  ftiir  pillars 
 
 And  Table  divine ! 
 Preserved  from  the  guilt 
 
 Which  has  come  on  us  all! 
 Exempt  in  the  womb 
 
 From  the  taint  of  the  Fall! 
 
 O  new  Star  of  Jacob  ! 
 
 Of  Angels  the  Queen ! 
 O  Gate  of  the  Saints ! 
 
 O  Mother  of  men ! 
 O  terrible  as 
 
 The  embattled  array ! 
 Be  thou  of  the  Faithful 
 
 The  refuge  and  stay. 
 
302  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 AT    TERCE, 
 
 Salve  area  fcederis. 
 
 Hail,  Solomon's  Throne  I 
 
 Pure  Ark  of  the  Law ! 
 Fan-  Rainbow !  and  Bush 
 
 Which  the  Patriarch  saw ! 
 Hail,  Gedeon's  Fleece ! 
 
 Hail,  blossoming  Rod ! 
 Samson's  sweet  Honeycomb  I 
 
 Portal  of  God ! 
 
 Well  fitting  it  was 
 
 That  a  Son  so  divine 
 Should  preserve  from  all  touch 
 
 Of  Original  Sin; 
 Nor  suffer  by  smallest 
 
 Defect  to  be  stain'd 
 That  Mother,  whom  He 
 
 For  Himself  had  ordained. 
 
OFFICE  OF  THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION.  303 
 
 AT    SEXT. 
 
 Saive  Virgo  puerpercu 
 
 Hail,  Virginal  Mother ! 
 
 Hail,  Purity's  Cell ! 
 Fair  Shrine  where  the  Trinity 
 
 Loveth  to  dwell  I 
 Hail,  Garden  of  pleasure ! 
 
 Celestial  Balm ! 
 Cedar  of  Chastity ! 
 
 Martyrdom's.  Palm ! 
 
 Thou  Land  set  apart 
 
 From  uses  profane. 
 And  free  from  the  curse 
 
 Which  in  Adam  began ! 
 Thou  City  of  God ! 
 
 Thou  Gate  of  the  East! 
 In  thee  is  all  grace, 
 
 O  Joy  of  the  Blest! 
 
304  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 AT    NONE, 
 Salve  lerbs  refugii. 
 
 Hail,  City  of  refuge! 
 
 Hail,  Da\dd's  high  tower  I 
 With  battlements  erown'd, 
 
 And  girded  with  power  I 
 Fill'd  at  thy  Conception 
 
 With  Love  and  with  Light  t 
 The  Dragon  hy  Thee 
 
 Was  shorn  of  his  might. 
 
 O  Woman  most  valiant ! 
 
 O  Judith  thrice  blest ! 
 As  David  was  nursed 
 
 In  fair  Abishag^s  breast ; 
 As  the  sa^dor  of  Egypt 
 
 Upon  Rachel's  knee ; 
 So  the  world's  great  Redeemer 
 
 Was  fondled  by  Thee. 
 
OFFICE  OF  THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION.  305 
 
 AT    VESPERS. 
 
 Salve  horologium. 
 
 Hail,  Dial  of  Achaz ! 
 
 On  Thee  the  true  Sun 
 Told  backward  the  course 
 
 Which  from  old  He  had  run ; 
 And,  that  man  might  be  raised, 
 
 Submitting  to  shame, 
 A  little  more  low 
 
 Than  the  Angels  became. 
 
 Thou,  wrapt  in  the  blaze 
 
 Of  His  infinite  Light, 
 Dost  shine  as  the  morn 
 
 On  the  confines  of  night ; 
 As  the  Moon  on  the  lost 
 
 Through  obscurity  dawns ; 
 The  Serpent's  Destroyer ! 
 
 A  Lily  'mid  thorns ! 
 
 20 
 
306  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 AT    COMPLINE. 
 
 Salve  Virgo  flor ens. 
 
 Hail,  Mother  most  pure  ! 
 
 Hail,  Vii'gin  renown'd ! 
 Hail,  Queen,  with  the  stars 
 
 As  a  diadem  crown'd ! 
 Above  all  the  Angels 
 
 In  glory  untold, 
 Standing  next  to  the  King, 
 
 In  a  vesture  of  gold ! 
 
 O  Mother  of  mercy  ! 
 
 O  Star  of  the  wave  ! 
 O  Hope  of  the  guilty  ! 
 
 O  Light  of  the  grave  ! 
 Through  Thee  may  we  come 
 
 To  the  Haven  of  rest ; 
 And  see  Heaven's  King 
 
 In  the  courts  of  the  Blest. 
 
OFFICE  OF  THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION.  307 
 
 THE  C01OIEm)ATI0K. 
 
 Supplices  offerimus. 
 
 These  praises  and  prayers 
 
 I  lay  at  thy  feet, 
 O  Virgin  of  virgins ! 
 
 O  Mary  most  sweet ! 
 Be  Thou  my  true  guide 
 
 Through  this  pilgrimage  here, 
 And  stand  by  my  side 
 
 When  death  draweth  near. 
 
 END   OF   HYMNS   FROM   THE    OFFICE   OF   THE 
 IMMACULATE    CONCEPTION. 
 
308  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 FEAST  OF  ST.  AM^E,  MOTHEB,  OF  THE 
 BLESSED  MAEY. 
 
 July  26. 
 Clara  diei  gaudiis. 
 
 Spotless  Anna !  Juda's  glory ! 
 
 Through  the  Church  from  East  to  West, 
 Every  tongue  proclaims  thy  praises, 
 
 Holy  Mary's  Mother  blest ! 
 
 Saintly  Kings  and  priestly  Sires 
 
 Blended  in  thy  sacred  line  ; 
 Thou  in  virtue,  all  before  thee 
 
 Didst  excel  by  grace  divine. 
 
 Link'd  in  bonds  of  purest  wedlock, 
 
 Thine  it  was  for  us  to  bear, 
 By  the  favor  of  High  Heaven, 
 
 Our  eternal  Virgin  Star. 
 
 From  thy  stem  in  beauty  budded 
 
 Ancient  Jesse's  mystic  rod; 
 Earth  from  thee  received  the  Mother 
 
 Of  th'  Almighty  Son  of  God. 
 
NATIVITY    OF    THE    B.  V.    MARY.  309 
 
 All  the  human  race  benighted 
 In  the  depths  of  darkness  lay ; 
 
 When  in  Anne,  it  saw  the  dawning 
 Of  the  long-expected  day. 
 
 Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit. 
 Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son! 
 
 With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 
 While  eternal  ages  run. 
 
 FEAST  OF  THE  NATIVITY  OF  THE  BLESSED 
 YIPtGIN  iTAEY. 
 
 September  8. 
 
 Aurora,  qucB  Solera  parts. 
 
 Sweet  Morn !  thou  Parent  of  the  Sun ! 
 
 And  Daughter  of  the  same ! 
 What  joy  and  gladness,  through  thy  birth. 
 
 This  day  to  mortals  came ! 
 
310  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Clothed  in  the  Sun  I  see  Thee  stand, 
 
 The  Moon  beneath  thy  feet  ; 
 The  Stars  above  thy  sacred  head 
 
 A  radiant  coronet. 
 
 Thrones  and  Dominions  gird  Thee  round, 
 
 The  Armies  of  the  sky  ; 
 Pure  streams  of  glory  from  Thee  flow, 
 
 All  bathed  in  Deity ! 
 
 Terrific  as  the  banner'd  line 
 
 Of  battle's  dread  array ! 
 Before  Thee  tremble  Hell  and  Death, 
 
 And  own  thy  mighty  sway : 
 
 While  crush'd  beneath  thy  dauntless  foot, 
 The  Serpent  writhes  in  vain  ; 
 
 Smit  by  a  deadly  stroke,  and  bound 
 In  an  eternal  chain. 
 
 O  Mightiest !  pray  for  us,  that  He 
 
 Who  came  to  Thee  of  yore. 
 May  come  to  dwell  within  our  hearts. 
 
 And  never  quit  us  more. 
 
ANNUNCIATION    OF    THE    B.  V.   MARY.    311 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 And  Holy  Ghost,  through  Whom 
 
 The  Word  eternal  was  conceived 
 Within  the  Virgin's  womb. 
 
 FEAST  OP  THE  ANNUNCIAnON  OF  THE  BLESSED 
 VIRGIN  MMY. 
 
 March  25. 
 
 Supernus  ales  nuntiat. 
 
 The  Angel  spake  the  word — 
 «  Hail,  Thou  of  women  blest !" 
 From  highest  Heaven  the  Godhead  comes. 
 And  fills  her  virgin  breast. 
 
 Maiden !  how  great  henceforth 
 Thy  dignity  shall  be ! 
 The  Son  of  God  becomes  thine  own, 
 This  day  conceived  by  Thee. 
 
312  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 This  day  the  Holy  Ghost, 
 From  thy  all-sinless  blood, 
 Moulds  in  thy  womb  that  Flesh  divine 
 Of  the  life-giving  Word ; 
 
 Whereby  we  babes  the  meat 
 Of  elder  ones  obtain ; 
 And  He,  who  Angels  feeds  as  God, 
 Feeds  men,  as  God  made  Man. 
 
 To  Him  who,  to  redeem 
 Our  race,  came  down  from  Heaven, 
 Praise  with  the  Father  evermore. 
 And  Holy  Ghost  be  given. 
 
 A^^OTHER  HYMN  FOR  THE  SAME  EEAST, 
 
 Quis  te  canat  mortalium  7 
 
 What  mortal  tongue  can  sing  thy  praise, 
 
 Dear  Mother  of  the  Lord  ? — 
 To  Angels  only  it  belongs 
 
 Thy  glory  to  record. 
 
ANNUNCIATION    OF    THE    B.  V.    MAE.Y.    313 
 
 Who  born  of  Man  can  penetrate 
 Thy  soul's  majestic  shrine  ? 
 
 Who  can  thy  mighty  gifts  unfold, 
 Or  rightly  them  divine  ? 
 
 Say,  Virgin,  what  sweet  force  was  that, 
 Which  from  the  Father's  breast 
 
 Drew  forth  his  coeternal  Son, 
 To  be  thy  bosom's  guest  ? 
 
 'Twas  not  thy  giMleless  faith  alone, 
 
 That  lifted  Thee  so  high ; 
 'Twas  not  thy  pure  seraphic  love. 
 
 Or  peerless  chastity : 
 
 But,  oh !  it  was  thy  lowliness. 
 
 Well  pleasing  to  the  Lord, 
 That  made  Thee  worthy  to  become 
 
 The  Mother  of  the  Word. 
 
 Oh,  Loftiest ! — whose  humility 
 
 So  sweet  it  was  to  see  I 
 That  God,  forgetful  of  Himself, 
 
 Abased  Himself  to  Thee ! 
 
314  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
 And  Holy  Ghost,  through  Whom 
 
 The  Word  eternal  was  conceived 
 Within  the  Virgin's  womb. 
 
 PEAST  OF  THE  VISITATION  OP  THE  ELESSED 
 VrRGIX*\rAEY. 
 
 July  2. 
 Quo  sanctus  ardor  te  rapit. 
 
 Whither  thus,  in  holy  rapture. 
 Princely  Maiden,  art  thou  bent  ? 
 
 Why  so  fleetly  art  Thou  speeding 
 Up  the  mountain's  rough  ascent  ? 
 
 Fill'd  with  the  eternal  Godhead ! 
 
 Glowing  with  the  Spirit's  flame ! 
 Love  it  is  that  bears  Thee  onward. 
 
 And  supports  thy  tender  frame. 
 
VISITATION    OF    THE    B.  V.    MARY.        315 
 
 Lo  !  thine  aged  cousin  claims  Thee, 
 Claims  thy  sympathy  and  care ; 
 
 God  her  shame  from  her  hath  taken ; 
 He  hath  heard  her  fervent  prayer. 
 
 Blessed  Mothers !  joyful  meeting ! 
 
 Thou  in  her,  the  hand  of  God, 
 She  in  Thee,  with  lips  inspired. 
 
 Owns  the  Mother  of  her  Lord. 
 
 As  the  sun  his  face  concealing, 
 In  a  cloud  withdraws  from  sight. 
 
 So  in  Mary  then  lay  hidden 
 
 He  who  is  the  world's  true  light. 
 
 Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit. 
 Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son  ! 
 
 With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 
 While  eternal  asres  run. 
 
316  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 FEAST  OP  THE  PURIFICATION  OP  THE  BLESSED 
 
 VIRGm  M AET. 
 
 February  2. 
 
 Templi  sacratas  pande  Sion  fores. 
 
 O  SiON !  open  wide  thy  gates ; 
 
 Let  figures  disappear ; 
 A  Priest  and  Victim  both  in  one, 
 
 The  Truth  Himself  is  here. 
 
 No  more  the  simple  flock  shall  bleejj. — 
 
 Behold  the  Father's  Son ! 
 Himself  to  His  own  Altar  comes 
 
 For  sinners  to  atone. 
 
 Conscious  of  hidden  Deity, 
 
 The  lowly  Virgin  brings 
 Her  new-born  Babe,  wath  two  young  doves, 
 
 Her  tender  offerings. 
 
 The  hoary  Simeon  sees  at  last 
 
 His  Lord  so  long  desired, 
 And  hails,  with  Anna,  Israel's  hope. 
 
 With  sudden  rapture  fired. 
 
ASSUMPTION    OF    THE    B.  V.    MARY.       317 
 
 But  silent  knelt  the  Mother  blest 
 
 Of  the  yet  silent  Word; 
 And  pondering  all  things  in  her  heart, 
 
 With  speechless  praise  adored. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  and  the  Son ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  Spu-it  be ; 
 Praise  to  the  blessed  Three  in  One, 
 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 FEAST  OF  THE  ASSUMPTION  OF  THE  BLESSED 
 VIRGIN  MART. 
 
 August  15. 
 
 O  vos  mtkerei  plaudite  cives. 
 
 Rejoice,  O  ye  Spirits  and  Angels  on  high ! 
 
 This  day  the  pure  Mother  of  Love 
 By  death  was  set  free ;  and  ascending  the  sky. 
 Was  welcomed  by  Jesus,  with  triumph  and  joy, 
 
 To  the  Courts  of  his  glory  above. 
 
318  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 O  Virgin  divine !  what  treasures  are  thine ! 
 
 What  power  and  splendor  untold ! 
 With  flesh  thou  hadst  clothed  the  Lord  of  all 
 
 might ; — 
 He  clothes  Thee  in  turn  with  his  infinite  light, 
 
 And  a  radiant  vesture  of  gold. 
 
 He,  who  on  thy  breast  found  nurture  and  rest, 
 
 Is  now  thy  ineffable  Food  ; 
 And  He,  who  from  Thee  in  the  flesh  lay  conceal'd, 
 Now  gives  Thee,  beholding  his  glory  reveal'd, 
 
 To  drink  from  the  fullness  of  God. 
 
 Through  thy  Virginal  womb  what  graces  have 
 come! 
 
 What  glories  encompass  thy  throne ! 
 Where  next  to  thy  Son,  thou  sittest  a  Queen, 
 Exalted  on  high,  above  Angels  and  men ! 
 
 Inferior  to  Godhead  alone ! 
 
 Then  hear  us,  we  pray,  on  this  blessed  Day ; 
 
 Remember  we  also  are  thine ; 
 And  deign  for  thy  children  with  Jesus  to  plead, 
 That  He  may  forgive  us,  and  grant  us  in  need 
 
 His  strength  and  protection  divine. 
 
HYMN    TO    ST.    JOSEPH.  319 
 
 All  praise  to  the  Father,  who  chose  for  his  Son 
 
 A  Mother,  the  daughter  of  Eve ; 
 All  praise  to  the  glorious  Child  of  her  womb ; 
 All  praise  to  the  infinite  Spirit,  by  Whom 
 
 Her  glory  it  was  to  conceive. 
 
 HTIO  PEOM  THE  RESPONSOIiY  OF  ST.  JOSEPH. 
 
 Quic2inque  sajius  vivere. 
 
 To  all,  who  would  holily  live. 
 To  all,  who  would  happily  die, 
 
 St.  Joseph  is  ready  to  give 
 
 Sure  guidance,  and  help  from  on  high. 
 
 Of  Mary  the  Spouse  undefiled, 
 Just,  holy,  and  pure  of  all  stain, 
 
 He  asks  of  his  own  Foster  Child ; 
 And  needs  but  to  ask  to  obtain. 
 
 [Here  the  first  stanza  is  repeated.] 
 To  all,  who  would  holily  live, 
 
 To  all,  who  would  happily  die, 
 St.  Joseph  is  ready  to  give 
 
 Sure  guidance,  and  help  from  on  high. 
 
320  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 In  the  manger  that  Child  he  adored, 
 And  nursed  Him  in  exile  and  flight ; 
 
 Him,  lost  in  his  boyhood,  deplored  ; 
 And  found  with  amaze  and  delight. 
 To  all,  <^c. 
 
 The  Maker  of  Heaven  and  Earth 
 By  the  labor  of  Joseph  was  fed ; 
 
 The  Son  by  an  infinite  birth 
 Submissive  to  Joseph  was  made. 
 To  all,  4-c. 
 
 And  when  his  last  hour  drew  nigh, 
 •    Oh,  full  of  all  joy  was  his  breast ; 
 Seeing  Jesus  and  Mary  close  by. 
 As  he  tranquilly  slumber'd  to  rest. 
 To  all,  4-c. 
 
 All  praise  to  the  Father  above ; 
 
 All  praise  to  his  glorious  Son ; 
 All  praise  to  the  Spirit  of  love ; 
 
 While  the  days  of  eternity  run. 
 To  all,  cf-c. 
 
HYMN    TO   ST.    PETER,  321 
 
 HYMN  MOyL  THE  EESPONSORY  OF  ST,  PETER. 
 
 8i  vis  Patronum  quwrere. 
 
 Seek  ye  a  Patran  to  defend 
 Your  cause  ?— -then,  one  and  all, 
 
 Without  delay  upon  the  Prince 
 Of  the  Apostles  call 
 
 Blest  Holder  of  the  heavenly  Keys  I 
 Thy  prayers  we  all  implore : 
 
 Unlock  to  us  the  sacred  bars 
 Of  Heaven's  eternal  door. 
 
 By  penitential  tears  thou  didst 
 
 The  path  of  life  regain ; 
 Teach  us  with  thee  to  weep  our  sins. 
 
 And  wash  away  their  stain. 
 Blest  Holder,  tf-c. 
 
 The  Angel  touch'd  thee,  and  forthwith 
 Thy  chains  from  off  thee  fell ; 
 
 Oh,  loose  us  from  the  subtle  coils 
 That  bind  us  fast  to  Hell. 
 
 Blest  Holder,  ^c. 
 21 
 
322 
 
 SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Firm  Rock  whereon  the  Church  is  based ! 
 
 Pillar  that  cannot  bend ! 
 With  strength  endue  us ;  and  the  Faith 
 
 From  heresy  defend. 
 
 Blest  Holder,  c^c. 
 
 Save  Rome,  which  from  the  days  of  old 
 
 Thy  blood  hath  sanctified ; 
 And  help  the  nations  of  the  earth. 
 
 That  in  thy  help  confide. 
 Blest  Holder,  cfc. 
 
 Oh,  worshipp'd  by  all  Christendom ! 
 
 Her  realms  in  peace  maintain ; 
 Let  no  contagion  sap  her  strength, 
 
 No  discord  rend  in  twain. 
 Blest  Holder,  tf-c. 
 
 The  weapons,  which  our  ancient  foe 
 
 Against  us  doth  prepare. 
 Crush  thou  ;  nor  suffer  us  to  fall 
 
 Into  his  deadly  snare. 
 
 Blest  Holder,  <f-c. 
 
HYMN    TO    ST.    PAUL.  323 
 
 Guard  us  through  life ;  and  in  that  hour 
 When  our  last  fight  dmws  nigh, 
 
 O'er  Death,  o'er  Hell,  o'er  Satan's  power, 
 Gain  us  the  victory. 
 
 Blest  Holder,  cf^. 
 
 All  glory  to  the  Father  be ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  Son  who  rose ; 
 Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete  ; 
 
 While  age  on  ages  flows. 
 
 Blest  Holder,  <^c. 
 
 HYMN  PROM  THE  RESPONSORY  OF  ST.  PAUL. 
 
 Pressi  malorum  pondere. 
 
 All  ye  who  groan,  beneath 
 A  load  of  ills  oppress'd ! 
 Entreat  St.  Paul,  and  he  will  pray 
 *         The  Lord  to  give  you  rest. 
 
 O  Victim,  dear  to  Heaven ! 
 O  Paul,  thou  Teacher  true  ! 
 Thou  love  and  joy  of  Christendom  ! 
 To  thee  for  help  we  sue. 
 
324  SACRED    YEAR, 
 
 Pierced  by  the  flame  of  love, 
 Descending  from  on  high ; 
 'Twas  thine  to  preach  the  Faith,  which  once 
 Thou  soughtest  to  destroy. 
 O  Victim,  4-c. 
 
 Nor  toil,  nor  threaten'd  death, 
 Nor  tempest,  scourge,  or  chain, 
 Could  from  th'  Assembly  of  the  Saints 
 Thy  loving  heart  detain. 
 O  Victim,  <^c. 
 
 Oh,  by  that  quenchless  love 
 Which  burnt  in  thee  of  yore ! 
 Take  pity  on  our  miseries ; 
 Our  fainting  hope  restore. 
 O  Victim,  cf-c. 
 
 True  Champion  of  the  Lord !  * 
 
 Crush  thou  the  schemes  of  Hell ; 
 And  with  adoring  multitudes 
 The  sacred  temples  fill. 
 O  Victim,  cfc. 
 
HYMN    TO    ST.    PAUL.  325 
 
 Through  thy  prevailing  prayer, 
 
 May  Charity  abound ; 
 
 Sweet  Charity,  which  knows  no  ill, 
 
 Which  nothing  can  confound. 
 
 O  Victim,  cf-c- 
 
 To  earth's  remotest  shores, 
 May  one  same  Faith  extend ; 
 And  thy  epistles  through  all  climes 
 Their  blessed  perfume  send 
 O  Victim,  <^c. 
 
 Grant  us  the  will  and  power 
 To  serve  Thee,  God  of  might ! 
 Lest  wavering  still,  and  unprepared. 
 We  sink  in  depths  of  night 
 O  Victim,  tf-c. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  be ; 
 Praise  to  the  Son  who  rose; 
 Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete ; 
 While  age  on  ages  flows. 
 
 O  Victim,  cfc. 
 
326  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 HYMN  FROM  THE  RESPONSORY  OF  ST.  PIUS 
 THE  FIFTH. 
 
 Belli  tumultns  ingruit. 
 
 Wars  and  tumults  fill  the  earth; 
 Men  the  fear  of  God  despise ; 
 Retribution,  vengeance,  wrath. 
 Brood  upon  the  angry  skies. 
 Holy  Pius  !  Pope  subliiue  I 
 Whom,  in  this  most  e\il  time, 
 Whom,  of  Saints  in  bliss,  can  we 
 Better  call  to  aid  than  thee  ? 
 
 None  more  mightily  than  thou. 
 Hath,  by  holy  deed  or  woi-d, 
 
 Through  the  spacious  earth  below. 
 Spread  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 
 Holy  Pius,  c^c. 
 
 Thine  it  was,  O  Pontiff  brave  \ 
 
 Pontiff  of  eternal  Rome  ! 
 From  barbaric  yoke  to  save 
 
 Terror-stricken .  Christendom. 
 
 Holy  Pius,  c^. 
 
HY]\IN    TO    ST.   PIUS    V.  327 
 
 When  Lepanto's  Gulf  beheld, 
 Strewn  upon  its  waters  fair, 
 
 Turkey's  countless  navy  yield 
 To  the  power  of  thy  prayer : 
 Holy  Pius,  <^c. 
 
 Who  meanwhile,  with  prophet's  eye, 
 Didst  the  distant  battle  see ; 
 
 And  announce  to  standers  by 
 That  same  moment's  victory. 
 Holy  Pius,  cf-c. 
 
 Mightier  now  and  glorified ! 
 
 Hear  the  suppliant  cry  we  pour ; 
 Crush  rebellion's  haughty  pride ; 
 
 Quell  the  din  of  rising  war. 
 Holy  Pius,  cfc. 
 
 At  thy  prayer  may  golden  peace 
 Down  to  earth  descend  again ; 
 
 License,  discord,  trouble  cease ; 
 Justice,  truth,  and  order  reign. 
 
 Holy  Pius,  cf-c. 
 
328 
 
 SACTtED   YEAK. 
 
 To  the  Lord  of  endless  days. 
 One  Almighty  Trinity ; 
 
 Sempiternal  glory,  praise, 
 
 Honor,  might,  and  blessing  be. 
 
 Holy  Pius,  <|*Cr 
 
 FEAST  OF  ST.  STEPHEK  THE  PEOTOMAETIR, 
 
 DecembeF  26. 
 
 O  qui  tuo  dnx  Martyrum, 
 
 O  Captain  of  the  Martyr  Host  I 
 
 O  peerless  in  renown  \ 
 Not  from  the  fading  flowers  of  earth 
 
 Weave  we  for  thee  a  ci-own. 
 
 The  stones  that  smote  thee,  in  thy  blood 
 
 Made  glorious  and  divine, 
 All  in  a  halo  hea?enly  bright 
 
 About  thy  temples  shine. 
 
FEAST    OF    ST.    STEPHEN.  329 
 
 The  scars  upon  thy  sacred  brow 
 Thro^HJbeams  of  glory  round ; 
 
 The  splendors  of  thy  bruised  face 
 The  very  sun  confound. 
 
 Oh,  earliest  Victim  saciificed 
 To  thy  dear  Victim  Lord ! 
 
 Oh,  earliest  witness  to  the  Faith 
 Of  thy  Incarnate  God ! 
 
 Thou  to  the  heavenly  Canaan  first 
 Through  the  Red  Sea  didst  go, 
 
 And  to  the  Martyrs'  countless  Host, 
 Then-  path  of  glory  show. 
 
 Erewhile  a  servant  of  the  poor, — 
 Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  Feast, 
 
 In  blood-empurpled  robe  array'd, 
 A  welcome  nuptial  guest ! 
 
 To  Jesus,  born  of  Virgin  bright, 
 Praise  with  the  Father  be  ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
330  SACE.ED    YEAR. 
 
 FEAST  OF  ST.  JOHN  THE  EV^^GELIST. 
 
 December  27. 
 
 Qu(B  dixit,  egit,  pertulit. 
 
 The  Hfe  which  God's  Incarnate  Word 
 
 Lived  here  below  with  men, 
 Three  blest  Evangelists  record, 
 
 With  Heaven-inspired  pen : 
 
 John  penetrates  on  eagle  wing 
 
 The  Father's  dread  abode ; 
 And  shows  the  mystery  wherein 
 
 The  Word  subsists  with  God. 
 
 Pure  Saint !  upon  his  Saviour's  breast 
 
 Invited  to  recline, 
 'Twas  thence  he  drew,  in  moments  blest, 
 
 His  knowledge  all  divine : 
 
 There  too,  with  that  angelic  love 
 
 Did  he  his  bosom  fill, 
 Which,  once  enkindled  from  above. 
 
 Breathes  in  his  pages  still. 
 
FEAST    OF    ST.  JOHN   EVANGELIST.      331 
 
 Oh,  dear  to  Christ ! — ^to  thee  upon 
 His  Cross,  of  all  bereft, 
 
 Thou  virgin  soul !  the  Virgin  Son 
 His  Virgin  Mother  left. 
 
 To  Jesus,  born  of  Virgin  bright. 
 Praise  with  the  Father  be ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 ANOTHER  HYITN  FOR  THE  SAME  FEAST. 
 
 Jussu  tyranni  pro  fide. 
 
 An  exile  for  the  Faith  , 
 Of  thy  Incarnate  Lord, 
 Beyond  the  stars, — beyond  all  space, 
 Thy  soul  unprison'd  soar'd : 
 
 There  saw  in  glory  Him 
 Who  liveth,  and  was  dead ; 
 There  Juda's  Lion,  and  the  Lamb 
 That  for  our  ransom  bled : 
 
332  SACRED   YEAR. 
 
 There  of  the  Kingdom  learnt 
 The  mysteries  sublime, — 
 How,  sown  in  Martyr's  blood,  the  Faith 
 Should  sprtead  from  clime  to  clime. 
 
 There  the  new  City,  bathed 
 In  her  dear  Spouse's  light. 
 Pure  seat  of  bliss,  thy  spirit  saw. 
 And  gloried  in  the  sight. 
 
 Now  to  the  Lamb's  clear  fount. 
 To  drmk  of  life  then-  fill. 
 Thou  callest  all ; — O  Lord,  in  me 
 This  blessed  thirst  instill. 
 
 To  Jesjis,  Virgin  born, 
 Praise  with  the  Father  be ; 
 Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
HYMN    TO    JESUS.  333 
 
 HTMK  TO  JESUS. 
 
 Jesu  nostra  Redemptio. 
 
 O  Jesu  !  our  Redemption ! 
 
 Loved  and  desired  with  tears ! 
 God,  of  all  worlds  Creator ! 
 
 Man,  in  the  close  of  years ! 
 
 What  wondrous  pity  moved  Thee 
 To  make  our  cause  thine  own  I 
 
 And  suffer  death  and  torments, 
 For  sinners  to  atone ! 
 
 O  Thou,  who  piercing  Hades, 
 Thy  captives  didst  unchain ! 
 
 Who  gloriously  ascendedst 
 Thy  Father's  Throne  again ! 
 
 Subdue  our  many  evils 
 
 By  mercy  all  divine ; 
 And  comfort  with  thy  presence 
 
 The  hearts  that  for  Thee  pine. 
 
334  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 Be  Thou  our  joy,  O  Jesu! 
 
 In  whom  our  prize  we  see ; 
 Always,  through  all  the  ages, 
 
 In  Thee  our  glory  be. 
 
 HYJm  TO  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 
 
 Vent  Creator  Spiritus. 
 
 Come,  O  Creator  Spirit ! 
 
 Visit  this  soul  of  thine ; 
 This  heart  of  thy  creating 
 
 Fill  Thou  with  grace  divine. 
 
 Who  Paraclete  art  call'd ! 
 
 The  gift  of  God  above ! 
 Pure  Unction !  holy  Fire ! 
 
 And  Fount  of  life  and  love ! 
 
 Finger  of  God's  right  hand! 
 
 The  Father's  promise  true ! 
 Who  sevenfold  gifts  bestowest ! 
 
 Who  dost  the  tongue  endow ! 
 
HYMN  TO  THE  HOLY  GHOST.     335 
 
 Pour  love  into  our  hearts ; 
 
 Our  senses  touch  with  light; 
 Make  strong  our  human  frailty 
 
 With  thy  supernal  might. 
 
 Cast  far  our  deadly  Foe ; 
 
 Thy  peace  in  us  fulfill ; 
 So,  Thee  before  us  leading, 
 
 May  we  escape  each  ill. 
 
 The  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 
 Through  Thee  may  we  receive 
 
 In  Thee,  from  Both  proceeding, 
 Through  endless  time  believe. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 
 
 Praise  to  the  Son  who  rose ; 
 And  praise  to  Thee,  blest  Spirit ! 
 
 While  asre  on  aofes  flows. 
 
336  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 HTMN  POE  SMDAY  MOENING. 
 
 Jld  templa  nos  rursus  vocat. 
 
 Again  the  Sunday  morn 
 Calls  us  to  prayer  and*  praise  ; 
 Waking  our  hearts  to  gratitude 
 With  its  enlivening  rays. 
 
 But  Christ  yet  brighter  shone, 
 Quenchmg  the  morning  beam ; 
 When  triumphing  from  death  He  rose, 
 And  raised  us  up  with  Him. 
 
 When  first  the  world  sprang  forth, 
 In  majesty  array'd, 
 And  bathed  in  streams  of  purest  light ; — 
 What  power  was  there  display'd ! 
 
 But  oh,  what  love  I — when  Christ, 
 For  our  transgressions  slain, 
 Was  by  th'  Eternal  Father  raised 
 For  us  to  life  again. 
 
HYMN    FOE.    SUNDAY    MORNING.  337 
 
 His  new-created  world, 
 The  mighty  Maker  ^^ew'd, 
 With  thousand  lovely  tints  adorn'd; 
 And  straight  pronounced  it  good. 
 
 But  oh  I  much  more  He  joy'd 
 That  self-same  world  to  see, 
 Wash'd  in  the  Lamb's  all-saving  Blood, 
 From  its  impurity. 
 
 Nature  each  day  renews 
 Her  beauty  evermore ; 
 Whence  to  God's  hidden  Majesty, 
 The  soul  is  taught  to  soar. 
 
 But  Christ,  the  Light  of  all. 
 The  Father's  Image  blest, 
 Gives  us  to  see  our  God  Himself 
 In  Flesh  made  manifest. 
 
 Blest  Trinity !  vouchsafe 
 That  to  thy  guidance  true, 
 What  Thou  forbiddest,  we  may  shun ; 
 What  Thou  commandest,  do. 
 
338  SACRED    YEAR. 
 
 HTirX  OF  ST.  FRAXCIS  XAJJM.      • 
 
 O  Deus,  ego  amo  Te. 
 
 My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 
 I  hope  for  Heaven  thereby ; 
 
 Nor  because  they,  who  love  Thee  not, 
 Must  burn  eternally. 
 
 Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 
 
 Upon  the  Cross  embrace ; 
 For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear. 
 
 And  manifold  disgrace ; 
 
 And  gi'iefs  and  torments  numberless ; 
 
 And  sweat  of  agony ; 
 E'en  death  itself — and  all  for  one 
 
 Who  was  thine  enemy. 
 
 Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesu  Christ ! 
 
 Should  I  not  love  Thee  well ; 
 Not  for  the  sake  of  winning  Heaven, 
 
 Or  of  escaping  Hell : 
 
HYMN    OF    ST.  FRANCIS    XAVIER.         339 
 
 Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  ought ; 
 
 Not  seeking  a  reward ; 
 But,  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
 
 O  ever-lo\ing  Lord? 
 
 E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  \W11  love. 
 And  in  thy  praise  will  sing ; 
 
 Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
 And  my  eternal  King. 
 
 END    OP   THE    SACRED   YEAR. 
 
PART  11. 
 
 APPBOPEIATB  TO 
 
 PARTICULAR  OCCASIONS  OF  DEVOTION^, 
 
 FROM  VARIOUS  SOURCES. 
 
HYMNS,   AJ^THEMS,   &c. 
 
 APPROPRIATE  TO  PARTICULAR  OCCASIONS  OF 
 DEVOTION,  FROJI  VARIOUS  SOURCES. 
 
 Te  Deum  laudamits, 
 ST.  AUGUSTINE  AXD  ST.  AMBROSE  PRAISE  THE  LORD. 
 
 Thee,  O  Great  God,  we  praise ! 
 Thee,  mighty  Lord,  we  bless, 
 Thee,  and  thy  marvellous  and  mysterious  ways ! 
 Thee,  O  Omnipotent  Lord, 
 
 All  the  rolling  orbed  worlds  confess ! 
 To  Thee  the  Archangels  and  high-throned  Powers. 
 
 The  Cherubim, 
 
 And  Seraphim, 
 Chant  aloud,  \vith  one  accord, 
 
 Evermore, 
 Through  Eternity's  resplendent  hours, 
 
344  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 In  prostration  lowly, 
 "  Holy, 
 Holy, 
 Holy  is  the  God  whom  we  adore ! 
 Holy  is  the  Lord  whose  praise  we  sing." 
 Heaven  and  Earth,  O  Everlasting  King, 
 
 Are  luminous  with  thy  glory ! 
 Thee  the  Patriarchs  of  olden  story, 
 
 Thee  the  Saints  who  have  gone  before  us, 
 Thee  the  Apostles  and  the  Prophet-band, 
 
 Magnify  in  one  perennial  chorus ! 
 And  the  white-robed  Martyr-train  who  stand, 
 
 Day  and  night,  before  thy  throne, 
 Hymn  their  Alleluias  to  Thee  ! 
 
 Nor  all  those  alone — 
 Thy  Church — still  militant  on  Earth  beneath. 
 And  yet  uncro  wn'd  with  Victory's  golden  wreath,- 
 Ever  loveth  to  upraise 
 Her  voice  to  Thee  in  canticles  of  praise 
 
 Ever  bends  before  thy  shrines  the  knee. 
 
 Glorified  be  Thou,  then  endlessly. 
 
 And  thy  coeternal  Son, 
 
 And  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ! 
 
HYMN.  345 
 
 Glorified  be  Thou,  Son  of  the  Living  Father, 
 Who,  to  save  Man's  rebel  race  from  Doom, 
 Hadst  no  care  to  spare  Thyself,  but  rather 
 Sought  with  joy  thy  humble  Handmaid's  womb ! 
 Thou — the  Conqueror  of  the  Tomb, 
 #Thou — the  victor  of  Hell's  legions, 
 Thou    art    now   the    Lord   of   the    Celestial 
 Regions. 
 Seated  at  the  right-hand  of  the  One,  Great,  Good, 
 
 And  Eternal  Potentate — ^thy  Sire, 
 Lord  !  who  hast  redeemed  us  by  thy  costly  blood, 
 
 Kindle  in  our  souls  thy  heavenly  fire!. 
 O  !   help  thy  saints,  thy  servants,  and  thine  heirs, 
 That  naught,  in  Life  or  Death  may  seek  to 
 sever 
 Thy  glory  and  thy  blessedness  from  theirs, 
 Who  hope  to  reign  with  Thee  in  Heaven  for 
 ever! 
 
346  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Adeste  fideles. 
 
 [The  following  version  is  ^dded  as  better  adapted  for 
 singing  than  that  in  the  Sacred  Year  at  page  296.] 
 
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 Ye  faithful,  approach  ye, 
 
 Joyfully  triumphing ; 
 Oh,  come  ye,  oh,  come  ye,  to  Bethlehem ; 
 
 Come  and  behold  ye 
 
 Born  the  King  of  angels : 
 
 Oh,  come,  let  us  worship, 
 *    Oh,  come,  let  us  worship. 
 Oh,  come,  let  us  worship  Christ  the  Lord. 
 
 True  God  of  God, 
 
 True  Light  of  Light, 
 Lo,  He  disdains  not  the  Virgin's  womb ; 
 
 Very  God, 
 
 Begotten,  not  created : 
 Oh,  come,  let  us  worship,  «&c. 
 
 Sing  Alleluia, 
 Let  the  courts  of  Heaven 
 Ring  with  the  Angel-chorus,— 
 
THE    MOST    PRECIOUS    BLOOD.  347 
 
 Praise  the  Lord, 
 Glory  to  God  in  the  highest : 
 Oh,  come,  let  us  worship,  «fee. 
 
 Yea,  Lord,  we  greet  Thee, 
 Born  this  happy  morning ; 
 
 Jesu,  to  Thee  be  glory  given : 
 Word  of  the  Father 
 In  our  flesh  appearing  : 
 
 Oh,  come,  let  us  worship,  &c. 
 
 THE  MOST  PRECIOUS  BLOOD  * 
 
 Fiva,  viva  Oesu. 
 [From  the  Raccolta  delle  Indulgenze.'] 
 
 Hail,  Jesus !  Hail !  who  for  my  sake 
 Sweet  Blood  from  Mary's  wounds  didst  take, 
 And  shed  it  all  for  me ; 
 
 *  To  all  the  faithful  who  say  or  sing  this  Hymn,  His  Holi- 
 ness,-Pope  Pius  VIT.,  grants  an  Indulgence  of  100  days: 
 applicable  also  to  the  souls  in  Purgatory. 
 
348  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 O  blessed  be  my  Saviour's  Blood, 
 My  life,  my  light,  my  only  good, 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 To  endless  ages  let  us  praise 
 
 The  Precious  Blood  whose  price  could  raise 
 
 The  world  from  wrath  and  sin ; 
 Whose  streams  our  inward  thirst  appease, 
 And  heal  the  sinner's  worst  disease, 
 
 If  he  but  bathe  therein. 
 
 O  sweetest  Blood,  that  can  implore 
 Pardon  of  God,  and  heaven  restore. 
 
 The  heaven  which  sin  had  lost : 
 While  Abel's  blood  for  vengeance  pleads 
 What  Jesus  shed  still  intercedes 
 
 For  those  who  wrong  Him  most. 
 
 O  to  be  sprinkled  from  the  wells 
 Of  Christ's  own  sacred  Blood,  excels 
 
 Earth's  best  and  highest  bliss : 
 The  ministers  of  wrath  divine 
 Hurt  not  the  happy  hearts  that  shine     . 
 
 With  those  red  drops  of  His ! 
 
HYMN.  349 
 
 Ah !  there  is  joy  amid  the  Saints, 
 And  hell's  despairing  courage  faints 
 
 When  this  sweet  song  we  raise : 
 O  louder  then,  and  louder  still. 
 Earth  with  one  mighty  chorus  fill, 
 
 The  Precious  Blood  to  praise! 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Jesus.)  pro  me  perforatus. 
 
 Rock  of  Ages,  rent  for  me. 
 
 Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee; 
 
 Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 
 
 From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
 
 Be  of  sin  the  double  cure ; 
 
 Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 
 
 Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
 Simply  to  thy  Cross  I  cling ; 
 Naked  come  to  Thee  for  dress. 
 Helpless  look  to  Thee  for  grace, 
 Foul  I  to  the  Fountain  fly  ; 
 Wash  me.  Saviour,  or  I  die. 
 
350  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
 When  my  eye-strings  break  in  death, 
 When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
 See  Thee  on  thy  judgment-throne; 
 Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
 Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee> 
 
 HYMN  TO  THE  MOST  HOLT  TRmiTY, 
 
 Have  mercy  on  us,  God  Most  High  I 
 
 Have  mercy  upon  me, 
 Have  mercy  on  us  worms  of  earth. 
 
 Most  Holy  Trinity ! 
 
 Most  ancient  of  all  mysteries  I 
 
 Before  thy  throne  we  lie ; 
 Have  mercy  now,  most  merciful, 
 
 Most  Holy  Trinity! 
 
 When  heaven  and  earth  were  yet  unmade, 
 When  time  was  yet  unknown, 
 
 Thou  in  thy  bliss  and  majesty 
 Didst  live  and  love  alone ! 
 
HYMN  TO  THE  MOST  HOLY  TRINITY.     351 
 
 Thou  wert  not  born,  there  was  no  fount 
 From  which  thy  Being  llow'd  ; 
 
 There  is  no  end  which  Thou  canst  reach : 
 But  Thou  art  simply  God. 
 
 How  wonderful  creation  is, 
 
 The  work  that  Thou  didst  bless, 
 
 And,  oh!  what  then  must  Thou  be  like, 
 Eternal  Loveliness? 
 
 How  beautiful  the  Angels  are. 
 The  Saints  how  bright  in  bliss ; 
 
 But  with  thy  beauty.  Lord  1  compared, 
 How  dull,  how  poor  is  this  1 
 
 In  w^onder  lo%t,  the  highest  heavens, 
 Mary,  their  queen,  may  see — 
 
 If  Mary  is  so  beautiful, 
 What  must  her  Maker  be  ? 
 
 No  wonder  Saints  have  died  of  love, 
 
 No  wonder  hearts  can  break, 
 Pure  hearts  that  once  have  learned  to  love 
 
 God  for  his  own  dear  sake. 
 
352  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 O  Majesty  most  beautiful ! 
 
 Most  Holy  Trinity ! 
 On  Mary's  throne  we  climb  to  get 
 
 A  far-off  sight  of  Thee. 
 
 O  listen  then,  Most  Pitiful  I 
 
 To  thy  poor  creature's  heart ;  | 
 
 It  blesses  Thee  that  Thou  art  God,  ' 
 
 That  Thou  art  what  Thou  art! 
 
 Most  ancient  of  all  mysteries !  ; 
 
 Still  at  thy  throne  we  lie  ; 
 Have  mercy  now,  most  merciful. 
 
 Most  Holy  Trinity! 
 
 ASH-WEMESDAY. 
 
 "  Remember,  man,  that  thou  art  dust 
 "  And  shalt  to  dust  return :" — * 
 
 Then  place  not  in  the  world  thy  trust, 
 Its  joys  delusive  spurn  ; 
 
 *  The  words  with  which  the  priest  distributes  the  ashea 
 to  each. 
 
ASH-WEDNESDAY.  353 
 
 Prepare  thee  for  the  mighty  change 
 
 Impending  over  all ; 
 Give  to  thy  thoughts  a  loftier  range — 
 
 List  to  thy  heavenward  call. 
 
 The  days  on  which  mankind  record 
 
 The  Saviour's  birth  are  gone  : 
 Behold  He  comes  to  preach  the  word : 
 
 His  humbler  life  is  done. 
 For  thirty  years  he  show'd  the  humble  how  to 
 
 live : — 
 Mark  how  he  arm'd  Himself  against  the  world 
 to  strive. 
 
 He  turn'd  Him  from  the  Jordan  side, 
 And  sought  the  lonely  desert  wide  : 
 There  communed  with  Himself  and  God; 
 Chastised  Himself,  nor  tasted  food ; 
 There  overcame  the  tempter :  there 
 
 Prepared  for  his  high  ministry 
 By  fasting,  solitude,  and  prayer ; — 
 
 Then  went  to  teach  the  world  and  die. 
 
 Thus  would  He  have  his  followers  spurn 
 The  pride  of  life,  and  thus  prepare 
 23 
 
354  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 To  obey  the  call  of  heaven,  and  learn 
 The  grace  of  heaven  itself  to  share. 
 
 Shall  we,  the  world  has  long  beguiled, 
 Refuse  to  fast,  refuse  to  fly  ? 
 
 Shall  we,  with  hearts  and  souls  defiled 
 By  earth  and  earth's  iniquity. 
 
 The  fruit  of  all  his  sufferings  implore, 
 
 Yet,  guilty,  scorn  to  bear,  what  innocent,  He 
 bore? 
 
 No :  let  us  hail  the  words  that  now 
 Warn  us  against  life's  fleeting  show, 
 And  bid  our  slothful  souls  arise — 
 Prepare  for  nobler  destinies — 
 Prepare  far  holier  aims  to  embrace — 
 
 And — scorning  worldly  hopes  and  pride — 
 Prepare,  through  Lent,  to  win  the  grace 
 
 Of  Easter  and  of  Whitsuntide. 
 "  Remember,  man !  that  thou  art  dust 
 
 "  And  shalt  return  to  dust  again ;" — 
 Then  let  us  strive,  since  die  we  must, 
 
 To  die  with  Christ,  v^dth  Him  to  reign. 
 
JESUS    RISEN.  355 
 
 JESUS  RISEN. 
 
 Hymn  for  Easter. 
 
 All  hail !  dear  Conqueror !  all  hail ! 
 
 O  what  a  victory  is  Thine ! 
 How  beautiful  thy  strength  appears, 
 
 Thy  crimson  wounds,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
 
 Thou  earnest  at  the  dawn  of  day ; 
 
 Armies  of  souls  around  Thee  were, 
 Blest  spirits,  thronging  to  adore 
 
 Thy  Flesh,  so  marvellous,  so  fair. 
 
 The  everlasting  Godhead  lay 
 
 Shrouded  within  those  Limbs  Divine, 
 
 Nor  left  untenanted  one  hour 
 
 That  sacred  Human  Heart  of  Thine. 
 
 They  worshipp'd  Thee,  those  ransom'd  souls, 
 With  the  fresh  strength  of  love  set  free, 
 
 They  worshipp'd  joyously,  and  thought 
 Of  Mary  while  they  looked  on  Thee. 
 
356  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 And  Thou  too,  Soul  of  Jesus !  Thou 
 Towards  that  sacred  Flesh  didst  yearn, 
 
 And  for  the  beatings  of  that  Heart 
 How  ardently  thy  love  did  burn. 
 
 They  worshipp'd,  while  the  beauteous  Soul 
 Paused  by  the  Body's  wounded  Side : — 
 
 Bright  flashed  the  cave, — before  them  stood 
 The  Living  Jesus  Glorified. 
 
 Down,  down,  all  lofty  things  on  earth, 
 
 And  worship  Him  with  joyous  dread! 
 O  Sin !  thou  art  outdone  by  love ! 
 
 0  Death !  thou  art  discomfited ! 
 
 Ye  Heavens,  how  sang  they  in  your  courts. 
 How  sang  the  angelic  choirs  that  day, 
 
 When  from  His  tomb  the  imprison'd  God, 
 Like  the  strong  sunrise,  broke  away. 
 
 O  I  am  burning  so  with  love, 
 
 1  fear  lest  I  should  make  too  free ; 
 Let  me  lie  silent  and  adore 
 
 Thy  glorified  Humanity. 
 
THE    ASCENSION.  357 
 
 Ah !  now  Thou  sendest  me  sweet  tears ; 
 
 Fluttered  with  love,  my  spirits  fail, — 
 What  shall  I  say  ?    Thou  know'st  my  heart ; 
 
 All  hail !  dear  Conqueror !  all  hail ! 
 
 THE  ASCENSION. 
 
 A  hymn  for  Ascension  Thursday. 
 
 Why  is  thy  face  so  lit  with  smiles, 
 
 Mother  of  Jesus !  why  ? 
 And  wherefore  is  thy  beaming  look 
 
 So  fixed  upon  the  sky  ? 
 
 From  out  thine  overflowing  eyes 
 Bright  lights  of  gladness  part. 
 
 As  though  some  gushing  fount  of  joy 
 Had  broken  in  thy  heart. 
 
 Mother !  how  canst  thou  smile  to-day  ? 
 
 How  can  thine  eyes  be  bright, 
 When  He,  thy  Life,  thy  Love,  thine  All, 
 
 Hath  vanish'd  from  thy  sight  ? 
 
358  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 His  rising  form  on  Olivet 
 
 A  summer's  shadow  cast ; 
 The  branches  of  the  hoary  trees 
 
 Droop'd  as  the  shadow  pass'd. 
 
 And  as  He  rose  with  all  his  train 
 
 Of  righteous  souls  around, 
 His  blessing  fell  into  thine  heart, 
 
 Lake  dew  into  the  ground. 
 
 Down  stoop'd  a  silver  cloud  from  heaven, 
 
 The  Eternal  Spirit's  car. 
 And  on  the  lessening  vision  went. 
 
 Like  some  receding  star. 
 
 The  silver  cloud  hath  sail'd  away, 
 
 The  skies  are  blue  and  free ; 
 The  road  that  \dsion  took  is  now 
 
 Sunshine  and  vacancy. 
 
 The  Feet  which  thou  hast  kiss'd  so  oft. 
 
 Those  living  Feet,  are  gone ; 
 Mother!  thou  canst  but  stoop  and  kiss 
 
 Their  print  upon  the  stone. 
 
THE    ASCENSION. 
 
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 He  loved  the  Flesh  thou  gavest  Him, 
 
 Because  it  was  from  thee ; 
 He  loved  it,  for  it  gave  Him  power 
 
 To  bleed  and  die  for  me. 
 
 That  flesh  with  its  five  witness  Wounds 
 
 Unto  his  throne  He  bore, 
 For  God  to  love,  and  spirits  blest 
 
 To  worship  evermore. 
 
 Yes !  He  hath  left  thee.  Mother  dear ! 
 His- throne  is  far  above ; 
 
 How  canst  thou  be  so  full  of  joy- 
 When  thou  hast  lost  thy  Love  ? 
 
 O  surely  earth's  poor  sunshine  now 
 To  thee  mere  gloom  appears. 
 
 When  He  is  gone  who  was  its  light 
 For  Three-and-Thirty  Years. 
 
 Why  do  not  thy  sweet  hands  detain 
 His  Feet  upon  their  way  ? 
 
 O  why  doth  not  the  Mother  speak 
 And  bid  her  Son  to  stay  ? 
 
360  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Ah  no !  thy  love  is  rightful  love, 
 
 From  all  self-seeking  free ; 
 The  change  that  is  such  gain  to  Him 
 
 Can  be  no  loss  to  thee ! 
 
 'Tis  sweet  to  feel  our  Sa\iour's  love, 
 
 To  feel  his  presence  near ; 
 Yet  loyal  love  his  glory  holds 
 
 A  thousand  times  more  dear. 
 
 Who  would  have  known  the  way  to  love 
 
 Our  Jesus  as  we  ought, 
 If  thou  in  varied  joy  and  woe 
 
 Hadst  not  that  lesson  taught  ? 
 
 Ah !  never  is  our  love  so  pure 
 
 As  when  refined  by  pain, 
 Or  when  God's  glory  upon  earth 
 
 Finds  in  our  loss  its  gain ! 
 
 True  love  is  worship :  Mother  dear ! 
 
 O  gain  for  us  the  light 
 To  love,  because  the  creature's  love 
 
 Is  the  Creator's  riffht ! 
 
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RISE GLORIOUS    CONQUEROR,  RISE.      361 
 
 RISE-GLORIOUS  COXQUEROR,  RISE. 
 
 Another  hymn  for  Ascension  Thursday. 
 
 Rise — glorious  Conqueror,  rise, 
 Into  thy  native  skies, — 
 
 Assume  thy  right : 
 And  where  in  many  a  fold 
 The  clouds  are  backward  roll'd — 
 Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold. 
 
 And  reisfn  in  liffht ! 
 
 Victor  o'er  death  and  hell ! 
 Cherubic  legions  swell 
 The  radiant  train : 
 Praises  all  heaven  inspire ; 
 Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre. 
 And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, — 
 Thou  Lamb  once  slain ! 
 
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 Enter,  Incarnate  God ! — 
 No  feet,  but  thine,  have  trod 
 The  serpent  down : 
 
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362  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC, 
 
 Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow ! 
 Wider  yon  portals  throw ! 
 Saviour — triumphant — go, 
 And  take  thy  crown ! 
 
 Lion  of  Judah — Hail ! — 
 And  let  thy  name  prevail 
 
 From  age  to  age : 
 Lord  of  the  rolling  years, — 
 Claim  for  thine  own  the  spheres, 
 For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 
 
 Thy  heritage ! 
 
 Yet — who  are  these  behind, 
 In  numbers  more  than  mind 
 
 Can  count  or  say — 
 Clothed  in  immortal  stoles, 
 Illumining  the  poles — 
 A  galaxy  of  souls. 
 
 In  white  array  ? 
 
 And  then  was  heard  afar 
 Star  answering  to  star— 
 Lo  !  these  have  come, 
 
CORPUS    CHRISTI.  363 
 
 Followers  of  Him,  who  gave 
 His  life,  their  lives  to  save ; 
 And  now  their  palms  they  wave, 
 Brought  safely  home. 
 
 Oh  Lord  !  ascend  thy  throne ! 
 For  Thou  shalt  rule  alone 
 
 Beside  thy  Sire, 
 With  the  great  Paraclete, 
 The  Three  in  One  complete — • 
 Before  whose  awful  feet 
 
 All  foes  expire ! 
 
 CORPUS  CHRISTI. 
 
 Jesus  !  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All  I 
 How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought  1 
 
 And  how  revere  this  wondrous  gift. 
 So  far  surpassing  hope  or  thought? 
 «  Sweet  Sacrament !  we  Thee  adore ! 
 O,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more ! 
 
364  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Had  I  but  Mary's  sinless  heart 
 
 To  love  thee  with,  my  dearest  King ! 
 O  with  what  bursts  of  fervent  praise 
 Thy  goodness,  Jesus,  would  I  sing ! 
 Sweet  Sacrament !  we  Thee  adore ! 
 O,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more ! 
 
 0  see !  within  a  creature's  hand 
 The  vast  Creator  deigns  to  be, 
 
 Reposing  infant-like,  as  though 
 On  Joseph's  arm,  or  Mary's  knee. 
 Sweet  Sacrament !  we  Thee  adore ! 
 O,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more ! 
 
 Thy  Body,  Soul,  and  Godhead,  all ! 
 O  mystery  of  love  divine  I 
 
 1  cannot  compass  all  I  have, 
 
 For  all  Thou  hast  and  art  are  mine ! 
 Sweet  Sacrament !  we  Thee  adore ! 
 O,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more ! 
 
 Sound,  sound  his  praises  higher  still, 
 And  come,  ye  angels  to  our  aid, 
 
 'Tis  God!  'Tis  God!  the  very  God 
 
 Whose  power  both  man  and  angels  made 
 
CORPUS    CHRISTI.  365 
 
 Sweet  Sacrament !  we  Thee  adore ! 
 O,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more ! 
 
 Ring  joyously,  ye  solemn  bells ! 
 
 And  wave,  O  wave,  ye  censers  bright ! 
 'Tis  Jesus  cometh,  Mary's  Son, 
 
 And  God  of  God,  and  Light  of  Light ! 
 Sweet  Sacrament !  we  Thee  adore  ! 
 O,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more ! 
 
 O  earth !  grow  flowers  beneath  his  feet. 
 
 And  thou,  O  sun,  shine  bright  this  day ! 
 He  comes !  He  comes !  O  Heaven  on  earth ! 
 Our  Jesus  comes  upon  his  way ! 
 Sweet  Sacrament !  we  Thee  adore ! 
 O,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more ! 
 
 He  comes!  He  comes  !  The  Lord  of  Hosts, 
 
 Borne  on  his  throne  triumphantly ! 
 We  see  Thee,  and  we  know  Thee,  Lord; 
 And  yearn  to  shed  our  Blood  for  Thee. 
 Sweet  Sacrament !  we  The    adore  ! 
 O,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more ! 
 
360  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Our  hearts  leap  up ;  our  trembling  song 
 Grows  fainter  still ;  we  can  no  more ; 
 Silence !  and  let  us  weep — and  die 
 Of  very  love,  while  we  adore. 
 Great  Sacrament  of  love  -divine  I 
 All,  all  we  have  or  are  be  thine ! 
 
 ECCE  AGNUS  DEI. 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb ! 
 Oh !  Thou  for  sinners  slain, — 
 Let  it  not  be  in  vain. 
 
 That  Thou  hast  died  : 
 Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take, — 
 Thee, — Thee  alone  my  refuge  make,- 
 
 Thy  pierced  side ! 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb ! 
 Into  the  sacred  flood. 
 Of  thy  most  precious  blood 
 
 My  soul  I  cast : — 
 
ECCE    AGNUS    DEI.  367 
 
 Wash  me  and  make  me  pure  and  clean, 
 Uphold  me  through  life's  changeful  scene, 
 Till  all  be  past! 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb ! 
 Archangels, — fold  your  wings, — 
 Seraphs, — hush  all  the  strings 
 
 Of  million  lyres : 
 The  Victim,  veil'd  on  earth,  in  love, — 
 Unveil'd, — enthroned, — adored  above, 
 
 All  heaven  admires ! 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb ! 
 Drop  down,  ye  glorious  skies, — 
 He  dies, — He  dies, — He  dies, — 
 
 For  man  once  lost ! 
 Yet  lo !  He  lives, — He  lives, — He  lives, — 
 And  to  his  church  Himself  He  gives, — 
 
 Incarnate  Host ! 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb ! 
 All  hail,— Eternal  Word  !— 
 Thou  universal  Lord, — 
 
 Purge  out  our  leaven : 
 
368  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Clothe  us  with  godliness  and  good, 
 Feed  us  with  thy  celestial  food, — 
 Manna  from  heaven ! 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb ! 
 Saints,  wrapt  in  blissful  rest, — 
 Souls, — waiting  to  be  blest, — . 
 
 Oh !  Lord, — how  long ! 
 Thou  church  on  earth,  o'erwhelm'd  with  fears, 
 Still  in  this  vale  of  woe  and  tears, 
 
 Swell  the  full  song. 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb  I 
 Worthy  is  He  alone. 
 To  sit  upon  the  throne 
 
 Of  God  above ! 
 One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  days, — 
 One  with  the  Paraclete  in  praise, — 
 
 All  light,— all  love ! 
 
DONA    NOBIS    PACEM.  369 
 
 BONxV  KOBIS  PACEM. 
 
 Blessed  Lamb — on  Calvary's  mountain 
 Slain  to  take  our  sins  away, 
 
 Let  the  drops  of  that  rich  fountain 
 Our  tremendous  ransom  pay  : 
 Sacred  Saviour !  Sacred  Saviour ! 
 Lowly  at  thy  feet  we  pray. 
 
 Blessed  Lamb — vouchsafe  us  pardon, 
 In  thy  love  our  souls  confide : 
 
 By  thy  groans  within  the  garden, 
 
 By  the  death  which  Thou  hast  died — 
 Let  thy  Passion — let  thy  Passion 
 Evermore  with  us  abide  ! 
 
 So  shall  Peace — sweet  Peace  be  given, 
 
 Purchase  of  thy  precious  pain ; 
 So  shall  earth  but  lead  to  heaven. 
 
 Since  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain  ! 
 
 Dear  Redeemer !  Dear  Redeemer ! 
 
 Thou  canst  not  have  died  in  vain. 
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370  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 HYMN  TO  THE  INFANT  JESUS. 
 
 Dear  Little  One !  how  sweet  Thou  art, 
 Thine  eyes  how  bright  they  shine, 
 
 So  bright  they  almost  seem  to  speak 
 When  Mary's  look  meets  thine ! 
 
 How  faint  and  feeble  is  thy  cry, 
 
 Like  plaint  of  harmless  dove, 
 When  Thou  dost  murmur  in  thy  sleep 
 
 Of  sorrow  and  of  love. 
 
 When  Mary  bids  Thee  sleep  thou  sleep'st, 
 Thou  wakest  when  she  calls ; 
 
 Thou  art  content  upon  her  lap, 
 Or  in  the  rugged  stalls. 
 
 Simplest  of  Babes !  vdth  what  a  grace 
 
 Thou  dost  thy  Mother's  will ; 
 Thine  infant  fashions  well  betray 
 
 The  Godhead's  hidden  skill. 
 
HYMN    TO    THE    INFANT    JESUS.  371 
 
 When  Joseph  takes  Thee  in  his  arms, 
 And  smooths  thy  little  cheek, 
 
 Thou  lookest  up  into  his  face 
 So  helpless  and  so  meek. 
 
 Yes !  Thou  art  what  Thou  seem'st  to  be, 
 A  thing-  of  smiles  and  tears ; 
 
 Yet  Thou  art  God,  and  heaven  and  earth 
 Adore  Thee  with  their  fears. 
 
 Yes !  dearest  Babe !  those  tiny  hands. 
 
 That  play  with  Mary's  hair, 
 The  weight  of  all  the  mighty  world 
 
 This  very  moment  bear. 
 
 While  Thou  art  clasping  Mary's  neck 
 
 In  timid  tight  embrace, 
 The  boldest  Seraphs  veil  themselves 
 
 Before  thine  infant  Face. 
 
 When  Mary  hath  appeased  thy  thirst, 
 
 And  hush'd  thy  feeble  cry, 
 The  hearts  of  men  lie  open  still 
 
 Before  thy  slumbering  eye. 
 
372  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Art  Thou,  weak  Babe,  my  very  God  ? 
 
 Oh  I  must  love  Thee  then. 
 Love  Thee,  and  yearn  to  spread  thy  love 
 
 Among  forgetful  men. 
 
 O  dear !  O  wakeful-hearted  Child ! 
 
 Sleep  on,  dear  Jesus !  sleep ; 
 For  Thou  must  one  day  wake  for  me 
 
 To  suffer  and  to  weep. 
 
 A  Scourge,  a  Cross,  a  cruel  Crown 
 
 Have  I  in  store  for  Thee ; 
 Yet  why  ?  one  little  tear,  O  Lord, 
 
 Ransom  enough  would  be. 
 
 But  no !  death  is  thine  own  sweet  will. 
 
 The  price  decreed  above  ; 
 Thou  wilt  do  more  than  save  our  souls, 
 
 For  Thou  wilt  die  for  love. 
 
MY  GOD  AND  MY  ALL.        373 
 
 MY  GOD  AND  MT  ALL. 
 
 Deus  mens  et  omnia. 
 
 While  Thou,  O  my  God,  art  my  help  and  de- 
 fender, 
 No  cares  can  o'erwhelm  me,  no  terrors  appall ; 
 The  wiles  and  the  snares  of  this  world  will  but 
 render 
 More  lively  my  hope  in  my  God  and  my  all. 
 
 Yes;  Thou  art  my  refuge  in  sorrow  and  danger; 
 
 My  strength  when  I  suffer ;  ray  hope  when  I 
 fall; 
 My  comfort  and  joy  in  this  land  of  the  stranger ; 
 
 jMy  treasure,  my  glory,  my  God,  and  my  all. 
 
 To    Thee,    dearest   Lord,   will    I   turn   without 
 ceasing, 
 Though   grief  may   oppress    me,   or    sorrow 
 befall ; 
 And  love  Thee,  till  death,  my  blest  spirit  re- 
 leasing. 
 Secures  to  me  Jesus,  my  God  and  my  all. 
 
374  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
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 And  when  Thou  demandest  the  life  Thou  hast 
 given, 
 With  joy  \vill  I  answer  thy  merciful  call ; 
 And  quit  Thee  on  earth,  but  to  find  Thee  in 
 heaven, 
 My  portion  for  ever,  my  God  and  my  all. 
 
 Veni  Creator. 
 [Dryden's  Translation.] 
 
 Creator  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 
 The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
 Come  visit  every  pious  mind  ; 
 Come  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind  : 
 From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
 And  make  thy  temples  worthy  Thee. 
 
 O  source  of  uncreated  light. 
 The  Father's  promised  Paraclete  ! 
 Thrice  holy  fount,  thrice  holy  fire, 
 Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  t 
 
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 Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring, 
 To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 
 
 Plenteous  of  grace,  descend  from  high, 
 
 Rich  in  thy  sevenfold  energy  ! 
 
 Thou  strength  of  his  Almighty  hand, 
 
 Whose  power  does  heaven  and  earth  command; 
 
 Proceeding  Spirit,  our  defence. 
 
 Who  dost  the  gift  of  tongues  dispense. 
 
 And  crown'st  thy  gift  with  eloquence  ! 
 
 Refine  and  purge  our  earthly  parts : 
 But,  oh !  inflame  and  fire  our  hearts : 
 Our  frailties  help,  our  voice  control — 
 Submit  the  senses  to  the  soul : 
 And  when  rebellious  they  are  grown, 
 Then  lay  thy  hand,  and  hold  them  down. 
 
 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. 
 
 Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
 And  practise  all  that  we  believe : 
 
376  HYMNS.  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Give  us  Thyself,  that  we  may  see 
 The  Father,  and  the  Son,  by  Thee. 
 
 Immortal  honor,  endless  fame, 
 Attend  the  Almighty  Father's  name : 
 The  Saviour  Son  be  glorified. 
 Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died 
 And  equal  adoration  be. 
 Eternal  Paraclete,  to  Thee  I 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Dies  ircB,  dies  ilia, 
 [Crashaw'a  Translation.] 
 
 Hear'st  thou,  my  soul,  what  serious  things 
 Both  the  Psalm  and  Sybil  sings. 
 Of  a  sure  Judge,  from  whose  sharp  ray 
 The  world  in  flames  shall  pass  away  ?• 
 
 O  that  fire !  before  whose  face, 
 Heaven  and  Earth  shall  find  no  place  ; 
 O  these  eyes !  whose  angry  light 
 Must  be  the  day  of  that  dread  night. 
 
HYMN.  377 
 
 O  that  trump !  whose  blast  shall  run 
 An  even  round  with  th'  circling  sun, 
 And  urge  the  murmuring  graves  to  bring 
 Pale  mankind  forth  to  meet  his  King. 
 
 Horror  of  nature,  hell  and  death  ! 
 When  a  deep  groan  from  beneath 
 Shall  cry,  "  We  come  !  we  come  !"  and  all 
 The  caves  of  night  answer  one  call. 
 
 O  that  book !  whose  leaves  so  bright, 
 Will  set  the  world  in  severe  light : 
 O  that  Judge !  whose  hand,  whose  eye, 
 None  can  endure — yet  none  can  fly. 
 
 Ah !  thou  poor  soul,  what  wilt  thou  say  ? 
 And  to  what  patron  choose  to  pray  ? 
 When  stars  themselves  shall  stagger,  and 
 The  most  firm  foot  no  more  than  stand. 
 
 But  thou  givest  leave,  dread  Lord,  that  we 
 Take  shelter  from  Thyself  in  Thee ; 
 And,  with  the  wings  of  thine  own  dove. 
 Fly  to  the  sceptre  of  soft  love. 
 
378  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Dear  Lord,  remember  in  that  day 
 Who  was  the  cause  Thou  earnest  this  way : 
 Thy  sheep  was  stray'd,  and  thou  would'st  be 
 Even  lost  Thyself  in  seeking  me. 
 
 Shall  all  that  labor,  all  that  cost 
 Of  love,  and  even  that  loss,  be  lost  ? 
 And  this  loved  soul,  judged  worth  no  less 
 Than  all  that  way  and  weariness  ? 
 
 Just  mercy,  then,  thy  reckoning  be 
 With  my  price,  and  not  with  me ; 
 'Twas  paid  at  first  with  too  much  pain, 
 To  be  paid  twice,  or  once  in  vain. 
 
 Mercy,  my  Judge,  mercy  I  cry. 
 
 With  blushing  cheek,  and  bleeding  eye  : 
 
 The  conscious  colors  of  my  sin, 
 
 Are  red  without,  and  pale  within. 
 
 Oh  !  let  thine  own  soft  bowels  pay 
 Thyself,  and  so  discharge  that  day  ; 
 If  sin  can  sigh,  love  can  forgive  : — 
 Oh  !  say  the  w^ord,  my  soul  shall  live. 
 
HYMN.  379 
 
 Those  mercies  which  thy  Mary  found, 
 Or  who  thy  cross  confess'd  and  crown'd, 
 Hope  tells  my  heart  the  same  loves  be 
 Still  alive,  and  still  for  me. 
 
 Though  both  my  prayers  and  tears  combine, 
 Both  worthless  are ;  for  they  are  mine : 
 But  Thou  thy  bounteous  self  still  be. 
 And  show  Thou  art  by  sa\ang  me. 
 
 Oh !  when  thy  last  frown  shall  proclaim 
 The  flocks  of  goats  to  folds  of  flame, 
 And  all  thy  lost  sheep  found  shall  be. 
 Let,  "  Come,  ye  blessed,"  then  call  me. 
 
 When  the  dread  "  Ite,"*  shall  divide 
 Those  limbs  of  death  from  thy  left  side. 
 Let  those  life-speaking  lips  command 
 That  I  inherit  thy  right  hand. 
 
 Oh  !  hear  a  suppliant  heart,  all  crush'd 
 And  crumbled  into  contrite  dust ; 
 My  hope  !  my  fear !  my  Judge  !  my  friend 
 Take  charge  of  me,  and  of  my  end. 
 
 *  »  Depart  thou." 
 
380  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC.  j 
 
 THE  DAY  OF  JUDGMENT. 
 
 Dies  ircB,  dies  ilia. 
 
 Lo !  He  comes  wdth  clouds  descending, 
 
 Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain : 
 Thousand — thousand  saints  attending, 
 
 Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 
 
 Alleluia!  Alleluia! 
 
 Jesus  Christ  shall  ever  reign  ! 
 
 See  the  universe  in  motion, 
 
 Sinking  on  her  funeral  pyre, — 
 Earth  dissolving,  and  the  ocean 
 
 Vanishing  in  final  fire : — 
 
 Hark,  the  trumpet !  Hark,  the  trumpet  I 
 
 Loud  proclaims  that  Day  of  Ire ! 
 
 Graves  have  yawn'd  in  countless  numbers, — 
 
 From  the  dust  the  dead  arise : 
 Millions,  out  of  silent  slumbers. 
 
 Wake  in  overwhelm'd  surprise ; 
 
 Where  creation, — Where  creation. 
 
 1  Wreck'd  and  torn  in  ruin  lies 
 
THE    DAY    OF    JUDGMENT.  381 
 
 See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 
 
 Pure,  ineffable,  di\ine : — 
 See  the  great  Archangel  bearing 
 
 High  in  heaven  the  mystic  sign : 
 
 Cross  of  Glory  !  Cross  of  Glory ! 
 
 Christ  be  in  that  moment  mine  I 
 
 See  Redemption,*  long  expected, 
 In  transcendant  pomp  appear, — 
 
 All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected. 
 Throng  in  gathering  legions  near : 
 Melt,  ye  mountains !  Melt,  ye  mountains  ! 
 Into  smoke, — for  God  is  here ! 
 
 Every  eye  shall  then  behold  Him 
 
 Robed  in  awful  majesty : — 
 Those  that  set  at  naught,  and  sold  Him, 
 
 Pierced  and  nail'd  Him  to  a  tree, — 
 
 Deeply  wailing, — Deeply  wailing, 
 
 Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 
 
 Lo !  the  last  long  separation ! 
 As  the  cleaving  crowds  divide ; 
 
 *  Romans  viii.  23. 
 
382  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 And  one  dread  adjudication 
 Sends  each  soul  to  either  side  I 
 Lord  of  mercy !  Lord  of  mercy ! 
 How  shall  I  that  day  abide  ! 
 
 Oh !  may  thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit 
 
 Then  avert  a  dreadful  doom, — 
 And  me  summon  to  inherit 
 
 An  eternal  blissful  home : — 
 
 Ah !  come  quickly  !  Ah  !  come  quickly ! 
 
 Let  thy  second  Advent  come ! 
 
 Yea,  Amen  !     Let  all  adore  Thee 
 On  thine  amaranthine  throne  ! 
 
 Sa\iour, — take  the  power  and  glory, 
 Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own ! 
 Men  and  angels:  Men  and  angels. 
 Kneel  and  bow  to  Thee  alone  ! 
 
THE    IMMACULATE    CONCEPTION.        383 
 
 THE  DDf ACTJLATE  CONCEPTION. 
 
 Sine  labe  Concepta. 
 
 O  PUREST  of  creatures !    sweet  Mother !    sweet 
 
 Maid! 
 The  one  spotless  womb  wiierein  Jesus  was  laid ! 
 Dark  night  hath  come  down  on  us,  Mother  !  and 
 
 we 
 Look  out  for  thy  shining,  sw^eet  Star  of  the  Sea ! 
 
 Deep  night  hath  come  down  on  this  rough-spoken 
 
 world, 
 And  the  banners  of  darkness  are  boldly  unfurl'd ; 
 And  the  tempest-tost  Church — all  her  eyes  are 
 
 on  thee, 
 They  look  to  thy  shining,  sweot  Star  of  the  Sea ! 
 
 The  Church  doth  what  God  had  first  taught  her 
 
 to  do ; 
 He  look'd  o'er  the  world  to  find  hearts  that  were 
 
 true; 
 
384  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Through  the  ages  He  look'd,  and  He  found  none 
 
 but  thee, 
 And  He  loved  thy  clear  shining,  sweet  Star  of 
 
 the  Sea! 
 
 He  gazed  on  thy  soul ;  it  was  spotless  and  fair. 
 For  the  empire  of  sin — it  had  never  been  there ; 
 None  had  e'er  own'd  thee,  dear  Mother !  but  He, 
 And  He  bless'd  thy  clear  shining,  sweet  Star  of 
 the  Sea ! 
 
 Earth  gave  Him  one  lodging ;  'twas  deep  in  thy 
 
 breast. 
 And  God  found  a  home  where  the  sinner  finds 
 
 rest ; 
 His  home  and  his  hiding-place,  both  were  in  thee, 
 He  was  won  by  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the 
 
 Sea! 
 
 O  blissful  and  calm  was  the  vi^onderful  rest 
 That  thou  gavest  thy  God  in  thy  virginal  breast ; 
 'For  the  Heaven  He  left  He  found  Heaven  in  thee, 
 And  He  shone  in  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the 
 Sea! 
 
THE  IMMACULATE  CONCErTION.    385 
 
 To  sinners  what  comfort,  to  angels  what  mirth, 
 That  God  found  one  creature  unfallen  on  earth, 
 One  spot  where  his  Spirit  untroubled  could  be, 
 The  depths  of  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea ! 
 
 So  age  after  age  in  the  Church  hath  gone  round, 
 And  the  Saints  new  inventions  of  homage  have 
 
 found, 
 New  titles  of  honor,  new^  honors  for  thee. 
 New  love  for  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea! 
 
 And  now  from  -the  Church  of  all  lands  thy  dear 
 name 
 
 Comes  borne  on  the  breath  of  one  mighty  ac- 
 claim ; 
 
 Men  call  on  their  father,  that  He  should  decree 
 
 A  new  gem  to  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea ! 
 
 O  shine  on  us  brighter  than  ever,  then,  shine ! 
 For  the   primest  of   honors,  dear   Mother!    is 
 
 thine ; 
 "  Conceived  without  sin,"  thy  new  title  shall  be, 
 Clear  light  from  thy  birth-spring,  sweet  Star  of 
 
 the  Sea ! 
 
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386  HYMNS,   ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 So  worship  we  God  in  these  rude  latter  days; 
 So  worship  we  Jesus  our  Love,  when  we  praise 
 His  wonderful  grace  in  the  gifts  He  gave  thee, 
 The  gift  of  clear  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea ! 
 
 Deep  night  hath  come  down  on  us,  Mother !  deep 
 
 night. 
 And  we  need  more  than  ever  the  guide  of  thy 
 
 light; 
 For  the  darker  the  night  is,  the  brighter  should  be 
 Thy  beautiful  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea ! 
 
 THE  ASSUMPTION. 
 
 Sing,  sing,  ye  Angel  Bands, 
 All  beautiful  and  bright ; 
 
 For  higher  still,  and  higher, 
 
 Through  the  vast  fields  of  light, 
 
 Mary,  your  Queen,  ascends. 
 Like  the  sweet  moon  at  niarht. 
 
 m\ 
 
THE    ASSUMPTION.  387 
 
 A  fairer  flower  than  she 
 On  earth  hath  never  been  ; 
 
 And,  save  the  Throne  of  God, 
 Your  heavens  have  never  seen 
 
 A  wonder  half  so  bright 
 As  your  ascending  Queen. 
 
 O  happy  Angels !  look, 
 
 How  beautiful  she  is ! 
 See  !  Jesus  bears  her  up, 
 
 Her  hand  is  lock'd  in  his ; 
 O  who  can  tell  the  height 
 
 Of  that  fair  Mother's  bliss  ? 
 
 And  shall  I  lose  thee  then, 
 Lose  my  sweet  right  to  thee  ? 
 
 Ah  !  no — the  Angel's  Queen 
 Our  mother  still  will  be, 
 
 And  thou,  upon  thy  throne. 
 Wilt  keep  thy  love  for  me. 
 
388  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC, 
 
 HOSA  MYSTICA, 
 
 Rose  of  the  Cross,  thou  mystic  flower ! 
 
 I  lift  my  heart  to  thee : 
 In  every  melancholy  hour, 
 
 Mary !  remember  me. 
 
 A  wanderer  here,  through  many  a  wild, 
 Where  few  their  way  can  see — 
 
 Bloom  with  thy  fragrance  on  thy  child ; 
 Mary !  remember  me. 
 
 Let  me  but  stand  where  thou  hast  stood, 
 
 Beside  the  crimson  tree  ; 
 And  by  the  water  and  the  blood, 
 
 Mary !  remember  me. 
 
 There  let  me  wash  my  sinful  soul, 
 
 And  be  from  sin  set  free  ; 
 Drawn  by  thy  love,  by  grace  made  whole ; 
 
 Mary !  remember  me. 
 
TURRIS    EBURNEA.  389 
 
 Be  thy  blest  Son  my  all  in  all, 
 
 To  Whom  for  life  I  flee ; 
 And  when  before  his  feet  I  fall — 
 
 Mary !  remember  me. 
 
 Lead  me  for  ever  to  adore 
 
 The  glorious  One  in  Three  ; 
 And  whilst  I  tremble  more  and  more, 
 
 Mary !  remember  me. 
 
 Rose  of  the  Cross,  thou  thornless  flower. 
 
 May  I  thy  follower  be ; 
 And  when  temptation  wields  its  power, 
 
 Mary  I  remember  me. 
 
 TIJRRIS  EBURXEA. 
 
 Daughter  of  David,  ever  fair. 
 
 In  all  thy  gentle  power. 
 Oh !  let  me  find  thy  gracious  care 
 An  Ivory  Tower! 
 
390  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Created  by  the  King  of  kings 
 
 To  be  his  own  abode, — 
 Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wings, 
 Mother  of  God ! 
 
 For  this  to  thee  in  each  distress 
 
 As  shelter  man  may  run, 
 And  through  thee  hasten  on  to  bless 
 Thy  glorious  Son. 
 
 Defend  me  then  in  thine  embrace, 
 Where  safety  blends  with  rest, 
 To  make  my  paradise  of  grace 
 Thy  virgin  breast. 
 
 Beauty  of  women !  Matchless  Maid ! 
 
 Immaculate,  sublime ; 
 When  death  in  lowly  dust  hath  laid 
 All  towers  of  time, — 
 
 Thy  light  impearl'd  in  bliss  shall  glow, 
 
 And  I  will  look  to  thee, — 
 For  thou  hast  been  in  weal  and  woe, 
 A  Tower  to  me. 
 
FCEUERIS   APwCA.  391 
 
 FOEDERIS  ARCA. 
 
 Holy  of  holies !  rend  the  veil 
 
 Before  thy  throne  of  gold ; 
 Ark  of  the  Covenant,  all  hail, — 
 
 The  Virgin  we  behold  I 
 
 Bright  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
 
 In  one  mysterious  crowd, 
 Expand  the  everlasting  hymn 
 
 That  rolls  from  cloud  to  cloud. 
 
 Odors,  in  folds  of  fragrant  fumes. 
 
 Pervade  the  ravish'd  skies ; 
 Whilst  angels  form,  with  arching  plumes, 
 
 A  firmament  of  eyes  !* 
 
 They  gaze,  and  as  they  gaze,  they  shine. 
 
 And  as  they  shine,  admire. 
 With  adoration  all  divine, — 
 
 All  love,— all  life,— all  fire  I 
 
 •  Ezek.  i.  18—23 :  x.  12.    Apocal.  iv.  8. 
 
392  HYMNS,   ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 No  temple  there  is  made  with  hands 
 I  By  human  priesthood  trod  ; 
 
 '  Alone  the  once-slain  Victim  stands, 
 
 I  The  living  Lamb  of  God ! 
 
 To  Him  the  Blessed  Mary  prays, 
 
 With  Him  she  intercedes; 
 The  Church,  around  her,  homage  pays, 
 
 For  whom  her  mercy  pleads. 
 
 Oh !  that  on  earth  we  yet  may  bear 
 
 A  part  with  those  above ; 
 And  mingling  oft  in  spirit  there. 
 
 Be  swallow'd  up  of  love. 
 
 ja:ntta  coeli. 
 
 Gate  of  immortal  bliss, — 
 Whose  sweet  celestial  ray 
 
 Comes  shining  o'er  the  vast  abyss. 
 That  severs  night  from  day. — 
 
JANUA    CCELI.  393 
 
 My  soul  unfurls  her  wings 
 
 To  soar  aloft  to  thee, — 
 And  far  removed  from  earthly  things. 
 
 Adores  thy  mystery. 
 
 The  prophet  saw  that  fane 
 
 Of  heavenly  beauty  fair, 
 Where  Deity  itself  would  deign 
 
 To  find  a  dwelling  there : 
 
 One  portal  stood  alone,* 
 
 Of  peerless  pearl  its  frame  : 
 There  would  the  Lord  ascend  his  throne, 
 
 And  Mary  was  its  name. 
 
 All  hail,  thou  Matchless  Maid ! 
 
 An  entrance  make  for  me, — 
 Where  He  in  glory  is  display'd 
 
 Who  came  to  us  through  thee. 
 
 By  all,  and  more  than  mothers  know 
 
 In  their  maternal  state, — 
 By  all  thy  vigils,  tears,  and  woe. 
 
 Thyself  immaculate ; — 
 
 •  Ezekiel  xliv.  1,  2. 
 
394  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Thou  Virgin  Queen  of  earth  and  heaven. 
 
 Present  me  to  thy  Son, — 
 That  every  sin  may  be  forgiven 
 
 And  a  fresh  trophy  won. 
 
 STELLA  MATUTINA. 
 
 Star  of  the  Morning,  like  an  eye 
 
 That  beams  upon  the  brow^  of  love ; 
 Oh  !  let  thy  lustrous  radiancy 
 Shine  from  above ! 
 
 Crown  of  the  opening  day  of  days, 
 When  Jesus  as  an  infant  smiled ; 
 Teach  every  heart  aright  to  praise 
 Thy  holy  Child! 
 
 Brightness  of  beauty, — Diadem 
 Of  nature  rising  out  of  night ; 
 Lamp  of  the  church !  her  Bridal  Gem, 
 Fountain  of  Light ! 
 
DOMTJS   AUREA.  395 
 
 Glory  of  that  celestial  zone 
 
 Arranged  by  God  in  dread  array, — 
 A  galaxy  around  his  throne 
 Of  saints  that  pray ; 
 
 Centre,  and  source  of  endless  grace 
 
 For  those,  who  on  thee  humbly  call 
 With  the  bright  visions  of  thy  face 
 Illumine  all ! 
 
 Star  of  the  Morning,  like  an  eye 
 
 That  beams  upon  the  brow  of  love ; 
 Oh !  let  thy  lustrous  radiancy 
 Shine  from  above ! 
 
 DOMS  AUREA. 
 
 Light  !  Light !  Infinite  Light ! 
 
 The  mountains  melted  away  : 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  seraphim  bright 
 
 Were  lost  in  a  blaze  of  day : 
 
396  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 For  God  was  there,  and  beneath  his  feet 
 A  pavement  of  sapphires  glow'd,* 
 
 As  the  mirror  of  glory  transcendantly  meet 
 To  reflect  his  own  abode ! 
 
 Love !  Love !  Infinite  Love ! 
 
 The  lowly  Lady  of  grace 
 Bows  underneath  the  o'ershadowing  Dove, 
 
 Her  eternal  Son  to  embrace ! 
 For  God  is  there,  the  Ancient  of  Days, 
 
 An  Infant  of  human  years : 
 Whilst  angels  around  them  incessantly  gaze, 
 
 And  nature  is  wrapt  in  tears ! 
 
 Peace !  Peace !  Infinite  Peace ! 
 
 A  Golden  House  hath  it  found, 
 Whose  ineffable  beauty  must  ever  increase 
 
 With  immortality  crown'd ! 
 For  God  was  there,  the  Lord  of  the  skies, 
 
 Whose  loud  alleluias  ran, 
 From  heaven  to  earth, — as  Emmanuel  lies 
 
 In  the  arms  of  Mary  for  man ! 
 
 *  Exodus  xxiv.  10. 
 
ALL    SAINTS  !  397 
 
 ALL  SAINTS! 
 
 Head  of  the  Hosts  in  glory ! 
 We  joyfully  adore  Thee, — 
 
 Thy  church  on  earth  below, 
 Blending  with  those  on  high, — 
 Where  through  the  azure  sky 
 Thy  saints  in  ecstasy, — 
 
 For  ever  glow ! 
 
 Armies  of  God !  in  union 
 
 With  us,  through  one  communion, 
 
 Pour  forth  sweet  prayers: 
 Our  souls  in  love  embrace, — 
 Around  the  Saviour's  face, — 
 And  ask  his  special  grace 
 
 To  soothe  our  cares. 
 
 Offer  those  golden  vials* 
 Of  odors, — for  our  trials, — 
 Before  the  throne : 
 
 •  Apocalypse,  v-  8. 
 
398  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Till  God  the  Father  smile 
 On  us, — though  we  were  vile, — 
 Now  counted  without  guile, 
 Through  Christ  alone ! 
 
 Then  raise  the  song  of  gladness, 
 To  dissipate  our  sadness — 
 
 Along  this  vale  of  tears: 
 We  wend  our  weary  way 
 Up  towards  the  realms  of  day, — 
 And  watch, — and  wait, — and  pray, 
 
 Constant  in  fears ! 
 
 Holy  Apostles !  beaming 
 
 With  radiance  brightly  streaming 
 
 From  diadems  of  power ; 
 Call  on  the  awful  name, — 
 That  we,  through  flood  and  flame 
 The  gospel  may  proclaim 
 
 In  every  hour! 
 
 Martyrs ! — whose  mystic  legions 
 March  o'er  yon  heavenly  regions 
 In  triumph  round  and  round; 
 
ALL    SAINTS  I  399 
 
 Wave — wave  your  banners — wave ! 
 Your  God — our  Saviour,  clave 
 For  Death  itself  a  grave, — 
 In  hell  profound ! 
 
 Saints ! — in  fair  cu'cles,  casting 
 Rich  trophies  everlasting 
 
 At  Jesu's  pierced  feet, — 
 Amidst  our  rude  alarms, 
 Stretch  forth  your  conquering  arms. 
 That  we  too,  safe  from  harms. 
 
 In  heaven  may  meet ! 
 
 Virgins ! — in  bliss  transcendent. 
 Whose  coronals  resplendent 
 
 Unwithering  bloom : 
 Exalt,  in  ceaseless  Jays, 
 Him  whom  all  anthems  praise, 
 And  oft  our  spirits  raise 
 
 With  your  perfume ! 
 
 Angels — Archangels !  glorious 
 Guards  of  the  church  victorious! 
 Worship  the  Lamb ! 
 
400  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Crown  Him  with  crowns  of  Kght, — 
 One  of  the  Three  by  right, — 
 Love, — ]Majesty, — and  Mght, — 
 The  Great  I  AM ! 
 
 LADY  OP  LORETTO ! 
 
 Hah.,  holy  Virgin !  Mary — Hail ! 
 Whose  tender  mercies  never  fail ; 
 Mother  of  Christ,  of  grace  divine, 
 Of  purity  the  spotless  shrine, — 
 Mother  of  God,  with  virtues  crown'd, 
 Most  faithful — pitiful — renown'd 
 Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
 And  hear  my  mournful  Litany. 
 
 Mirror  of  justice,  and  of  joy, 
 Wisdom  itself  without  alloy ; 
 Vessel  of  honor,  and  of  grace. 
 Beholding  Jesus  face  to  face : 
 Mystical  Rose  of  rich  perfume, — 
 Beauty  of  beauties,  bathed  in  bloom .' 
 
LADY    OF   LORETTO  !  401 
 
 Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
 And  hear  my  solemn  Litany. 
 
 Thou  Ivory  Tower,  beyond  compare, 
 Like  that  of  David,  yet  more  rare ; 
 Palace  of  peace,  and  House  of  Gold, 
 Ark  of  the  Covenant  of  old ; — 
 Gate  of  that  heaven  beheld  afar, 
 And  of  dark  night  the  Morning  Star : 
 Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me. 
 And  listen  to  my  Litany. 
 
 Health  of  the  weak,  to  make  them  strong, 
 Refuge  of  sinners,  and  their  song ; 
 Comfort  of  each  afflicted  breast. 
 Haven  of  hope  in  realms  of  rest ; — 
 Queen  of  the  patriarchs  gone  before. 
 Light  of  the  prophets'  learned  lore : 
 Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me. 
 And  hear  my  lowly  Litany. 
 
 Queen  of  the  thousand  thousand  quires. 
 Where  angels  sweep  unnumber'd  lyres ; 
 Queen  of  apostles,  where  they  reign 
 Assessors  to  the  Lamb  once  slain; 
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402  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Queen  of  the  martyrs — where  they  glow 
 In  raiment  whiter  wash'd  than  snow : 
 Queen  of  all  virgins,  look  on  me, 
 And  listen  to  my  Litany. 
 
 Lead  me,  oh  !  lead  me  to  thy  Son, 
 To  taste  and  feel  what  He  has  done ; 
 To  lay  me  low  before  his  cross, 
 And  reckon  all  besides  as  dross ; 
 To  speak,  and  think,  and  will,  and  move, 
 And  love,  as  thou  wouldst  have  me  love : 
 Oh !  look  upon  this  bended  knee, 
 And  hear  my  heart's  own  Litany. 
 
 HY¥N  TO  OUR  BLESSED  LADY. 
 
 FOR    THE    SOULS    IN    PUEGATORY. 
 
 O  TURN  to  Jesus,  Mother !  turn, 
 
 And  call  Him  by  his  tenderest  names ; 
 
 Pray  for  the  Holy  Souls  that  burn 
 This  hour  amid  the  cleansinsr  flames. 
 
HYMN  TO  OUR  BLESSED  LADY.    403 
 
 Ah !  they  have  fought  a  gallant  fight ; 
 
 In  death's  cold  arms  they  persevered ; 
 And  after  life's  uneheery  night 
 
 The  harbor  of  their  rest  is  near'd. 
 
 In  pains  beyond  all  earthly  pains, 
 Favorites  of  Jesus  !  there  they  lie, 
 
 Letting  the  fire  wear  out  their  stains, 
 And  worshipping  God's  purity. 
 
 Spouses  of  Christ  they  are,  for  He 
 Was  wedded  to  them  by  his  bloo'd ; 
 
 The  faithful  Cross  their  trysting-tree, 
 Their  marriage-bed  its  hallow'd  wood. 
 
 They  are  the  children  of  thy  tears ; 
 
 Then  hasten.  Mother  !  to  then*  aid ; 
 In  pity  think  each  hour  appears 
 
 An  age  while  glory  is  delay'd. 
 
 See,  how  they  bound  amid  their  fires. 
 While  pain  and  love  their  spirits  fill ; 
 
 Then  with  self-crucified  desires 
 Utter  sweet  murmurs,  and  lie  still. 
 
404  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Ah  me !  the  love  of  Jesus  yearns 
 O'er  that  abyss  of  sacred  pain, 
 
 And  as  He  looks  his  Bosom  burns 
 With  Calvary's  dear  thirst  again. 
 
 O  Mary !  let  thy  Son  no  more 
 
 -His  lingering  Spouses  thus  expect ; 
 God's  children  to  their  God  restore, 
 And  to  the  Spirit  his  elect. 
 
 Pray  then,  as  thou  hast  ever  pray'd; 
 
 Angels  and  Souls,  all  look  to  thee ; 
 God  waits  thy  prayers,  for  He  hath  made 
 
 Those  prayers  his  law  of  charity. 
 
 EVENING  HYMN  TO  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN. 
 [By  a  Sister  of  Charity.] 
 
 At  evening's  silent  hour. 
 When  faint  shadows  rest  on  the  silent  streams, 
 When  the  mnds  are  hush'd,  and  the  star-light 
 gleams. 
 
 Sweet  Mother !  I  call  on  thee. 
 
LADY  !    STAPw    OF    BRIGHTEST    RAY.      405 
 
 Unto  thy  shrine  I  come, 
 With  a  heavy  heart  by  danger  press'd, 
 As  the  trembling  Dove  which  had  fled  its  nest, 
 
 O  Dulcis  Maria,  hear. 
 
 Receive  the  stricken  one, 
 From  the  guilt  of  sin,  and  the  threatening  foe, 
 Oh  !  protect  thy  child,  and  thy  love  bestow, 
 
 Virgo  Maria  audi ! 
 
 L.VDY !  STAE  OF  BRIGHTEST  EAT. 
 [From  the  Spanish.] 
 
 Lady  !  star  of  brightest  ray, 
 
 Which  this  world  of  darkness  guides, 
 Light  thy  pilgrim  on  his  way, 
 
 For  his  soul  in  thee  confides ! 
 
 Thou  art  like  the  fragrant  bough 
 Of  the  beauteous  cassia-tree — 
 
 Like  the  orient  myrrh  art  thou, 
 
 Whose  sweet  breath  is  worthy  thee. 
 
406  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Lady  !  when  the  sufferer  mourns, 
 'Tis  to  thee  he  bends  his  eye : 
 
 'Tis  to  thee  the  sinner  turns, 
 Virgin  of  the  cloudless  sky ! 
 
 Thee  has  Wisdom's  Son  compared 
 To  the  towering  cedar-trees ; 
 
 And  the  church  which  thou  dost  guard, 
 To  Mount  Sion's  cypresses. 
 
 Thou  art  like  the  palm-trees  green, 
 Which  their  richest  fruits  have  given. 
 
 Thou  the  olive — radiant  queen  ! 
 Blooming  in  the  bower  of  heaven. 
 
 Brightest  planet  of  the  sea, 
 
 Dazzling  gate  in  heaven's  abode — 
 
 Virgin  in  the  agony, 
 
 Mother,  daughter,  spouse  of  God ! 
 
 Though  the  curse  that  Eve  had  brought 
 O'er  her  children,  threatening  stood. 
 
 All  the  evils  that  she  wrought, 
 Lady !  thou  hast  turn'd  to  good. 
 
MONTH    OF    MAY.  407 
 
 MONTH  OF  MAY. 
 
 PIOUS  ASPIRATIONS  TO  OUR  BLESSED  LADY  FOR  EYERY 
 DAY  IX  THE   MOXTH  OF  MAY. 
 
 [From  the  Italian.] 
 
 1.  Jot  of  my  heart!  O  let  me  pay 
 
 To  thee  thine  own  sweet  month  of  May. 
 
 2.  Mary !  one  gift  I  beg  of  thee, 
 My  soul  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 
 
 3.  Direct  my  wandering  feet  aright, 
 And  be  thyself  mine  own  true  light. 
 
 4.  Be  love  of  thee  the  purging  tire, 
 
 To  cleanse  for  God  my  heart's  desire. 
 
 5.  Mother !  be  love  of  thee  a  ray 
 
 From  Heaven,  to  show  the  heavenward  way. 
 
 6.  Mary !  make  haste  thy  child  to  win 
 From  sin,  and  from  the  love  of  sin. 
 
408  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 7.  Mother  of  God!  let  my  poor  love 
 A  mother's  prayers  and  pity  move. 
 
 8.  Oh  Mary,  when  I  come  to  die, 
 
 Be  thou,  thy  spouse,  and  Jesus  nigh. 
 
 9.  When  mute  before  the  Judge  I  stand, 
 My  holy  shield  be  Mary's  hand. 
 
 10.  Oh  Mary!  let  no  child  of  thine 
 In  hell's  eternal  exile  pine. 
 
 11.  If  time  for  penance  still  be  mine, 
 Mother,  the  precious  gift  is  thine. 
 
 12.  Thou,  Mary,  art  my  hope  and  life, 
 The  starlight  of  this  earthly  strife. 
 
 13.  Oh,  for  my  own,  and  others'  sin, 
 
 Do  thou,  who  canst,  free  pardon  win. 
 
 14.  To  sinners  all,  to  me  the  chief. 
 Send,  Mother,  send  thy  kind  relief. 
 
 15.  To  thee  our  love  and  troth  are  given ; 
 Pray  for  us,  pray,  bright  Gate  of  Heaven. 
 
MONTH    OF    MAY.  409 
 
 16.  Sweet  Day-Star !  let  thy  beauty  be 
 A  light  to  draw  my  soul  to  thee. 
 
 17.  We  love  thee,  light  of  sinners'  eyes! 
 O  let  thy  prayer  for  sinners  rise. 
 
 18.  Look  at  us,  Mother  Mary!  see 
 How  piteously  we  look  to  thee. 
 
 19.  I  am  thy  slave,  nor  would  I  be 
 
 For  worlds  from  this  sweet  bondage  free. 
 
 20.  Oh  Jesus,  Joseph,  Mary,  deign 
 My  soul  in  heavenly  ways  to  train. 
 
 21.  Sweet  Stewardess  of  God,  thy  prayers 
 We  beg,  who  are  God's  ransom'd  heirs. 
 
 22.  Oh  Virgin-born !  Oh  Flesh  Divine  ! 
 Cleanse  us,  and  make  us  wholly  thine. 
 
 23.  Mary,  dear  Mistress  of  my  heart, 
 What  thou  wouldst  have  me  do  impart. 
 
 24.  Thou,  who  wert  pure  as  driven  snow, 
 Make  me  as  thou  wert  here  below. 
 
410  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 25.  Oh  Queen  of  Heaven !  obtain  for  me 
 Thy  glory  there  one  day  to  see. 
 
 26.  O  then  and  there,  on  that  bright  day, 
 To  me  thy  womb's  chaste  Fruit  display. 
 
 27.  Mother  of  God !  to  me  no  less 
 Vouchsafe  a  mother's  sweet  caress. 
 
 28.  Be  love  of  thee,  my  whole  life  long, 
 A  seal  upon  my  wayward  tongue. 
 
 29.  Write  on  my  heart's  most  sacred  core 
 The  five  dear  Wounds  that  Jesus  bore. 
 
 30.  O  give  me  tears  to  shed  with  thee 
 Beneath  the  Cross  on  Calvary. 
 
 31.  One  more  request,  and  I  have  done; — 
 With  love  of  thee  and  thy  dear  Son, 
 More  let  me  burn,  and  more  each  day, 
 Till  love  of  self  is  burn'd  away. 
 
HYMN    TO    ST.  JOSEPH.  411 
 
 OFFERING  TO  OUR  I.\DY. 
 [Before  her  picture.] 
 
 Mother  !  to  thee  myself  I  yield, 
 Console  me  in  the  hour  of  pain ; 
 
 Be  thou  my  life's  support  and  shield, 
 And  by  me,  at  my  death,  remain ! 
 
 ffOm  TO  ST.  JOSEPH. 
 
 Hail  !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
 
 Husband  of  Mary,  hail ! 
 Chaste  as  the  lily  flower 
 
 In  Eden's  peaceful  vale. 
 
 Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
 
 Father  of  Christ  esteem'd ! 
 Father  be  thou  to  those 
 
 Thy  Foster-Son  redeem'd. 
 
412  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
 
 Prince  of  the  house  of  God, 
 May  his  best  graces  be 
 
 By  thy  sweet  hands  bestow'd. 
 
 Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
 
 Comrade  of  angels,  hail ! 
 Cheer  thou  the  hearts  that  faint, 
 
 And  guide  the  steps  that  fail. 
 
 Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
 
 God's  choice  wert  thou  alone ; 
 To  thee  the  Word  made  flesh 
 
 Was  subject  as  a  Son. 
 
 Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
 
 Teach  us  our  flesh  to  tame, 
 And,  Mary,  keep  the  hearts 
 
 That  love  thy  husband's  name. 
 
 Mother  of  Jesus !  bless, 
 
 And  bless,  ye  Saints  on  high. 
 
 All  meek  and  simple  souls 
 That  to  Saint  Joseph  cry. 
 
THE    PATRONAGE    OF    ST.  JOSEPH.       413 
 
 THE  PATRONAGE  OF  ST.  JOSEPH. 
 
 Dear  Husband  of  Mary !  dear  Nurse  of  her  Child ! 
 Life's  ways  are  full  weary,  the  desert  is  wild ; 
 Bleak  sands  are  all  round  us,  no  home  can  we  see ; 
 Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !  we  lean  upon  thee. 
 
 For  thou  to  the  pilgrim  art  Father  and  Guide, 
 And  Jesus  and  Mary  felt  safe  by  thy  side ; 
 Ah !  blessed  Saint  Joseph !  how  safe  should  I  be, 
 Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !  if  thou  wert  with  me! 
 
 I    O  blessed  Saint  Joseph !  how  great  was  thy  worth, 
 The  one  chosen  shadow  of  God  upon  earth. 
 The  Father  of  Jesus — ah !  then  wilt  thou  be. 
 Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady  !  a  father  to  me  ? 
 
 Thou  hast  not  forgotten  the  long  dreary  road, 
 When  Mary  took  turns  with  thee,  bearing  thy 
 
 God; 
 Yet  light  was  that  burden,  none  lighter  could  be : 
 Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !  O  canst  thou  bear  me  ? 
 
414  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 A  cold  thankless  heart  and  a  mean  love  of  ease, 
 What  weights,  blessed  Patron !  more  galling  than 
 
 these? 
 My  life,  my  past  life,  thy  clear  vision  may  see ; 
 Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !     O  canst  thou  love 
 
 me? 
 
 Ah !  give  me  thy  Burden  to  bear  for  a  while ; 
 Let  me  kiss  his  warm  lips,  and  adore  his  sweet 
 
 smile ; 
 With  her  Babe  in  my  arms,  surely  Mary  will  be, 
 Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady!   my  pleader  with 
 
 thee! 
 
 When  the  treasures  of  God  were  unshelter'd  on 
 
 earth, 
 Safe  keeping  was  found  for  them  both  in  thy 
 
 worth ; 
 O  Father  of  Jesus !  be  father  to  me, 
 Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !  and  I  vdll  love  thee. 
 
 God  chose  thee  for  Jesus  and  Mary — wilt  thou 
 Forgive  a  poor  exile  for  choosing  thee  now  ? 
 There  is  no  Saint  in  Heaven  I  worship  like  thee, 
 Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !  O  deign  to  love  me ! 
 
CHRISTMAS    HYMN.  415 
 
 CHRISTMAS  YESPER  HTIOT. 
 
 Depart  awhile,  each  thought  of  care, 
 
 Be  earthly  things  forgotten  all ; 
 And  speak,  my  soul,  thy  vesper  prayer ; 
 
 Obedient  to  that  sacred  call. 
 For  hark !  the  pealing  chorus  swells ; 
 
 Devotion  chants  the  hymn  of  praise, 
 And  now  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 
 
 Till  fainting  on  the  ear,  it  says — 
 Gloria  tibi  Domine, 
 Domine,  Domine. 
 
 Thine,  wondrous  babe  of  Galilee ! 
 
 Fond  theme  of  David's  harp  and  song, 
 Thine  are  the  notes  of  minstrelsy — 
 
 To  thee  its  ransom'd  chords  belong. 
 And  hark !  again  the  chorus  swells, 
 
 The  song  is  wafted  on  the  breeze. 
 And  to  the  listening  earth  it  tells — 
 
 In  accents  soft  and  sweet  as  these — 
 Gloria  tibi  Domine. 
 
'     416  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 i  
 
 My  lieart  doth  feel  that  still  He's  near, 
 
 To  meet  the  soul  in  hours  like  this, 
 Else — why,  O  why,  that  falling  tear ! 
 
 When  all  is  peace  and  love  and  bliss  ! 
 But  hark  I  that  pealing  chorus  swells 
 
 Anew,  its  thrilling  vesper  strain, 
 And  still  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 
 
 And  bids  creation  sing  again — 
 Gloria  tibi  Domine. 
 
 ST.  PATRICK. 
 
 Grateful  notes  to  heaven  ascending. 
 
 To  the  world  new  joys  proclaim, 
 Faith  and  love  together  blending, 
 We  revere  our  Patrick's  name. 
 Happy  Saint !  in  bliss  adoring, 
 
 Jesus,  Saviour  of  mankind. 
 Hear  thy  children  thee  implonng ; 
 ]\Iay  we  thy  protection  find. 
 
ST.  PATRICK.  417 
 
 Pagan  priests,  their  dark  delusion, 
 Long  had  o'er  Hibernia  spread, 
 
 Patrick  came — and  in  confusion, 
 Demons  from  his  presence  fled. 
 Happy  Saint,  &c. 
 
 Lo !  their  infant  arms  extending, 
 Erin's  children  crave  his  aid, 
 
 To  their  wants  the  Saint  attending, 
 Soon  their  heavenly  call  obey'd. 
 Happy  Saint,  &c. 
 
 Prisons,  insults,  ev'ry  danger. 
 On  our  Prelate's  mission  wait, 
 
 Patrick  still,  to  fear  a  stranger. 
 
 Trusts  to  bounteous  heaven  his  fate. 
 Happy  Saint,  &c. 
 
 Sickness  flies,  his  voice  obeying, 
 Sightless  eyes  behold  the  day. 
 
 And  the  power  of  God  displaying, 
 Death  unwilling  pelds  his  prey. 
 
 Happy  Saint,  &e. 
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418  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Mortals  with  amazement  seeing, 
 Senseless  idols  prostrate  fall, 
 
 Own  the  author  of  their  being, 
 And  proclaim  Him  Lord  of  all. 
 Happy  Saint,  &c. 
 
 HY¥N  TO  ST.  PATRICK. 
 
 Hibernia's  Champion  Saint,  all  hail ! 
 
 With  fadeless  glory  crown'd ; 
 The  offspring  of  your  ardent  zeal. 
 This  day  your  praise  shall  sound. 
 Great  and  glorious  St.  Patrick, 
 Pray  for  that  dear  Country, 
 The  Land  of  our  Fathers ; 
 Great  and  glorious  St.  Patrick, 
 Hearken  to  the  prayer  of  thy  children. 
 
 Borne  on  the  wings  of  charity, 
 
 To  Erin's  coast  you  flew, 
 Bade  Satan  from  her  valleys  flee, 
 
 And  his  dark  shrines  o'erthrew. 
 
 Great,  &c. 
 
 I 
 
HYMN    TO    ST.  PATRICK.  419 
 
 Wand'ring  through  error's  gloomy  night, 
 
 Our  sires  lost  their  way, 
 You  cheer'd  their  hearts  with  heavenly  light. 
 
 With  truth's  consoling  ray. 
 
 Great,  &e. 
 
 O !  what  a  harvest  erown'd  thy  toil, 
 The  earth,  long  cursed,  was  bless'd : 
 
 Each  lovely  virtue  graced  its  soil, 
 The  sinner's  heart  found  rest. 
 Great,  &c. 
 
 From  Faith's  bright  camp  the  demon  fled, 
 The  path  to  heaven  was  clear'd, 
 
 Religion  raised  her  beauteous  head. 
 An  Isle  of  Saints  appear'd. 
 Great,  &c. 
 
 To  God,  who  sent  thee  to  our  Isle, 
 
 Be  endless  glory  given, 
 O !  may  He  ever  on  it  smile, 
 
 And  lead  its  sons  to  heaven. 
 
 Great,  &-c. 
 
420  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 ST.  VINCENT  OF  PAUL, 
 
 Mild  and  serene  ye  angels  appear, 
 Assist  us  with  your  heavenly  power, 
 
 To  sing  his  praise,  whom  to-day  we  revere ; 
 On  thee  we  call,  St.  Vincent  of  Paul : 
 Aid  and  protect  us. 
 
 May  we  from  thee, 
 Learn  blest  charity. 
 Holy  Patron,  hear  our  prayer. 
 
 In  thy  blest  bosom  all  virtues  reign'd : 
 
 Thou  wert  the  helpless  orphan's  father, 
 Thou  wert  the  cheerless  widow's  friend. 
 And  slavery,  comforted  by  thee. 
 Found  peace  in  its  fetters. 
 May  we,  &c. 
 
 Youth  and  old  age  from  thee  found  relief; 
 
 Oft  by  zealous  endeav'ors  reclaiming, 
 The  sinner  from  vice,  to  a  contrite  return. 
 Thus  you  restored  to  its  Master  and  Lord, 
 The  soul  that  was  straying. 
 May  we,  &c. 
 
HYMN    TO    ST.  CECILIA-  421 
 
 Teach  us  thy  lessons  of  grace  to  improve, 
 
 Still  more  and  more  in  our  bosoms  increasing, 
 Ldfe  shall  pass  on  in  our  Jesus's  love, 
 Till  we  with  thee  in  eternity. 
 Will  adore  him  for  ever. 
 May  we,  &c. 
 
 HT¥N  TO  ST.  CECILIA. 
 
 Let  the  deep  organ  swell  the  lay, 
 In  honor  of  this  festive  day, 
 And  let  harmonious  choirs  proclaim 
 (Cecilia's  ever-blessed  name : 
 
 Rome  gave  the  Virgin  martyr  birth. 
 Whose  memory  has  fill'd  the  earth, 
 Who,  in  the  early  dawn  of  youth. 
 Has  fix'd  her  heart  on  God  and  truth : 
 
 Thence  from  the  world's  bewild'ring  strife, 
 In  peaee  she  spent  her  holy  life, 
 Teaching  the  organ  to  eombine 
 With  voice,  to  praise  the  Lamb  divine : 
 
422  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 When  bade  forthwith  her  faith  deny. 
 And  with  the  pag^n  rites  comply, 
 She  nobly  chose  the  bath  of  fire, 
 There  to  be  tortured  and  expire : 
 
 But  there  the  Virgin  felt  no  pain  : 
 One  night  and  day  she  did  remain, 
 When,  roused  by  vengeance,  with  a  blow,. 
 The  lictor  laid  the  Martyr  low. 
 
 Cecilia,  with  a  twofold  crown, 
 Adorn'd  in  heaven,  we  pray,  look  down 
 Upon  thy  pious  vot'ries  here. 
 And  hearken  lo  their  humble  prayer. 
 
 ST.  ROSE  OF  LDIA. 
 
 First  flowVet  of  the  desert  wild  I 
 
 Whose  leaves  the  sweets  of  grace  exhale. 
 
 We  greet  thee,  Lima's  sainted  child — 
 Rose  of  America — all  liail  I 
 
ST.  ROSE  OF  LIMA.  423 
 
 When  first  appear'd  the  infant  smile, 
 Beaming  upon  thy  features  meek, 
 
 It  seem'd  as  if  there  blush'd,  the  while, 
 The  Rose-bud  on  thy  virgin  cheek. 
 
 And  hence  thy  name,  St.  Rose,  was  given, 
 Not  by  thy  earthly  parents'  choice. 
 
 But  by  the  holy  Queen  of  heaven, 
 Who  bade  thee  in  that  name  rejoice. 
 
 Transplanted  from  the  worldly  gaze, 
 
 Which  sometimes  taints  the  fairest  flowers, 
 
 In  solitude  thou  lov'dst  to  praise 
 Thy  Spouse  amid  Religion's  bowers. 
 
 There  oft  thy  mind,  too  pure,  too  high, 
 For  this  low  world  of  sin  and  strife, 
 
 Held  blest  communion  with  the  sky. 
 Enjoying  Heaven  in  mortal  life. 
 
 And  once,  amid  thy  rapturous  prayer, 
 
 Thy  heavenly  Spouse  himself  came  down, 
 
 Most  sweetly  breathing  in  thine  ear, 
 "  Rose  of  my  heart,  receive  thy  crown." 
 
424  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 And  whilst  amid  his  glories  now, 
 
 Thou  seest  me  face  to  face — oh  deign, 
 
 St.  Rose,  to  hear  thy  suppliants'  vow, 
 That  grace  and  glory  we  may  gain. 
 
 HYirX  TO  ST.  ST.imSLAFS  KOTSKA. 
 
 O  YE  angelic  bands,  attend ; 
 
 From  heaven^s  high  exalted  spires, 
 With  mortal  accents  deign  to  blend. 
 
 The  voice  of  yaur  harmonious  choirs. 
 
 In  early  life's  most  tender  state, 
 
 (O  thy  designs,  how  great,  O  God  f) 
 
 Young  Stanislaus  could  emulate 
 
 The  virtuous  paths  that  saints  have  trod. 
 
 Thy  tenderness,  O  Virgin  bright. 
 Places  within  his  youthful  arms 
 
 The  object  of  his  soul's  delight, 
 An  infant  Saviour's  lovely  charms. 
 
HYMN    TO    Sr.  ALOYSIUS    GONZAGA.       425 
 
 Oh  happiness  supremely  great ! 
 
 No  grandeur  can  his  heart  decoy, 
 Jesus,  thy  order  grants  a  seat. 
 
 Receives  the  youth,  and  crowns  his  joy. 
 
 Deluding  world,  thy  threats  are  vain. 
 Your  tinsel  pleasures  lose  their  charms. 
 
 The  generous  youth  they  can't  detain, 
 He  lives  secure  in  Jesu's  arms. 
 
 In  joyful  strains  come  sound  his  praise. 
 With  anthems  fill  the  vaulted  sky ; 
 
 Ye  angels,  wake  your  choicest  lays, 
 And  greet  the  saint  now  flown  on  high. 
 
 HYiTX  TO  ST.  ALOYSIUS  GONZAGA. 
 
 The  youth  who  wealth  and  courts  despised, 
 His  spotless  mind  above  to  raise. 
 
 Who  every  rising  thought  chastised — 
 'Tis  Aloysius  claims  our  lays. 
 
 Amiable  and  angelic  youth, 
 Aloysius,  pray  for  us. 
 
426  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Born  by  the  sacred  Virgin's  aid, 
 
 Soon  as  his  eyes  the  light  could  view, 
 
 His  soul  the  heir  of  heaven  was  made, 
 By  the  renovating  dew. 
 
 Amiable,  &-c. 
 
 His  infant  words,  the  first  he  frames, 
 He  utters  with  a  trembling  voice, 
 
 Jesus  and  Mary !  hallo  w'd  names. 
 Dwell  on  his  lips,  and  speak  his  choice. 
 Amiable,  &c. 
 
 Charm'd  with  the  Deity  alone. 
 Terrestrial  pursuits  he  forsakes. 
 
 And  ere  yet  half  to  manhood  grown, 
 His  virgin  vows  to  JMary  makes. 
 
 Amiable,  &c. 
 
 The  tenor  of  his  life  so  bright, 
 
 So  full  of  Angel  purity, 
 A  seraph  from  the  realms  of  light. 
 
 Dwelling  on  earth  he  s^m'd  to  be. 
 
 Amiable,  &c. 
 
HYMN  TO  ST.  ALOYSIUS  GONZAGA.   427 
 
 No  titles  win  nor  honors  move, 
 
 No  worldly  charms  his  mind  allure : 
 
 The  ties  of  blood  but  serve  to  prove, 
 His  soul  on  every  side  secure. 
 Amiable,  &c. 
 
 Enamor'd  of  celestial  joys, 
 
 Let  pride  and  wealth  my  choice  withstand, 
 I  scorn  their  gifts,  they  are  but  toys, 
 
 He  said,  and  joins  Loyola's  band. 
 Amiable,  &c. 
 
 To  gain  perfection's  utmost  height. 
 He  tries,  nor  was  his  trial  vain ; 
 
 Of  sanctity  a  model  bright. 
 
 He  stands  a  mirror  clear  of  stain. 
 
 Amiable,  &c. 
 
 To  Jesus'  venerable  name. 
 
 May  endless  love  and  praise  accrue ; 
 To  blessed  Trinity  the  same ; 
 
 To  Aloysius  honor  due. 
 Amiable,  &c. 
 
428  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 THE  GTJAEDIM  ANGELS. 
 
 Blest  spirits  of  light,  oh !  ye  have  not  forsaken, 
 The  children  of  earth,  and  the  fallen  from  bliss ; 
 
 Then  still  watch  around  us,  our  bosoms  awaken 
 To  thoughts  of  a  world  that  is  brighter  than  this. 
 
 Oh !  fondly  watch  o'er  us !  Oh,  guard  and  protect 
 us! 
 Blest  Angels,  direct  us  to  mansions  of  bliss ! 
 
 The  lily  of  innocence  fondly  still  cherish, 
 Averting  whate'er  may  its  purity  stain ; 
 
 And  oh,  when  'tis  fading  and  ready  to  perish, 
 Support  and  restore  it  to  beauty  again. 
 Oh !  fondly  watch  o'er  us,  &c. 
 
 Thou  chiefly  Archangel,  whose  strength  was  vic- 
 torious, 
 Against  the  proud  spmt  that  dared  the  Most 
 High; 
 From  thy  dwelling  in  heaven,  all  blissful  and 
 glorious. 
 Cast  dowTi  on  each  votary  a  fond,  guarding  eye. 
 
 Oh !  fondly  watch  o'er  us,  &c. 
 
HYMN  TO  MY  GUARDIAN  ANGEL.   429 
 
 Oh  !  pray  for  thy  children,  and  guard  and  defend 
 them, 
 And  ask  of  our  Father,  thy  Maker,  that  we 
 May  faithfully  serve  Him, — may  love  and  adore 
 Him 
 In  heaven,  sweet  Angel !  uniting  with  thee. 
 Oh  I  fondly  watch  o'er  us,  &c. 
 
 HYMN  TO  MY  GUiVEDIAN  ANGEL. 
 [For  Children.] 
 
 Dear  Angel !  ever  at  my  side. 
 
 How  loving  must  thou  be 
 To  leave  thy  home  in  Heaven  to  guard 
 
 A  little  child  like  me. 
 
 Thy  beautiful  and  shining  face 
 
 i  see  not,  though  so  near ; 
 The  sweetness  of  thy  soft  low  voice 
 
 I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 
 
430  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 I  cannot  feel  thee  touch  my  hand 
 With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
 
 To  check  me,  as  my  mother  did 
 When  I  was  but  a  child. 
 
 But  I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts 
 
 Fighting  with  sin  for  me  ; 
 And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 
 
 The  sweetness  is  from  thee. 
 
 And  when,  dear  Spirit !  I  kneel  down 
 Morning  and  night  to  prayer. 
 
 Something  there  is  within  my  heart 
 Which  tells  me  thou  art  there. 
 
 Yes !  when  I  pray  thou  prayest  too — 
 
 Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me  ; 
 But  w^hen  I  sleep,  thou  sleepest  not. 
 
 But  watchest  patiently. 
 
 But  most  of  all  I  feel  thee  near. 
 When,  from  the  good  priest's  feet, 
 
 I  go  absolved,  in  fearless  love, 
 Fresh  toils  and  cares  to  meet. 
 
HYMN  TO  MY  GUARDLVN  ANGEL.   431 
 
 And  thou  in  life's  last  hour  wUt  bring, 
 A  fresh  supply  of  gi-ace,  A 
 
 And  afterwards  wilt  let  me  kiss 
 Thy  beautiful  bright  face. 
 
 Ah  me !  how  lovely  they  must  be 
 
 Whom  God  has  glorified ; 
 Yet  one  of  them,  O  sweetest  thought ! 
 
 Is  ever  at  ny  side. 
 
 Then  for  thy  sake,  dear  Angel !  now 
 
 More  humble  will  I  be  : 
 But  I  am  weak,  and  when  I  fall, 
 
 O  weary  not  for  me  : 
 
 O  weary  not,  but  love  me  still. 
 For  Mary's  sake,  thy  Queen ; 
 
 She  never  tired  of  me,  though  I 
 Her  worst  of  sons  have  been. 
 
 She  wall  reward  thee  with  a  smile ; 
 
 Thou  know'st  what  it  is  worth ! 
 For  Mary's  smiles  each  day  convert 
 
 The  hardest  hearts  on  earth. 
 
432  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Then  love  me,  love  me,  Angel  dear! 
 
 ind  I  will  love  thee  more ; 
 Tnd  help  me  when  my  soul  is  cast 
 Upon  the  eternal  shore. 
 
 PRAYER  OF  THE  CONTRITE  SINNER. 
 
 Have  mercy  Thou,  most  gracious  God ! 
 
 And  my  remittance  sign; 
 The  more  thy  mercy  shall  accord, 
 
 The  greater  glory  thine. 
 
 Thou  surely  hast  not  said  in  vain : 
 
 "  More  joy  in  heaven  is  made, 
 For  the  lost  sheep  that's  found  again. 
 
 Than  those  which  never  stray'd." 
 
 Help'd  by  thy  grace,  no  more  I'll  stray, 
 
 No  more  resist  thy  voice ; 
 Where  Thou,  good  Shepherd,  lead'st  the  way, 
 
 That  way  shall  be  my  choice. 
 
JESUS    IN    THE    BLESSED    SACRAMENT.    433 
 
 Too  long,  alas !  my  wand'fing-  feet 
 The  crooked  paths  have  trod ; 
 
 Henceforth  I'll  fcjlow,  as  is  meet, 
 The  sure  unerring  road. 
 
 If  casual  foils  retard  my  pace, 
 
 With  speed  again  I'll  rise ; 
 With  speed  I'll  reassume  the  race. 
 
 And  run  and  gain  the  prize. 
 
 All  praise,  O  Lord,  to  Thee  alone, 
 
 Below,  as  'tis  above ; 
 And  may  thy  joys,  great  Three  in  One, 
 
 Both  draw  and  crown  my  love. 
 
 HYMNS  FOR  COMMUNION. 
 
 JESUS  IN  THE  BLESSED  SACRAMENT. 
 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love. 
 To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call ; 
 
 O  come  to  me  from  heaven  above, 
 And  be  my  God,  my  All. 
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434  HYMNS,  ANTHExMS,  ETC. 
 
 My  faith  beholds  Thee,  Lord ! 
 
 Conceal'd  in  human  food ; 
 My  senses  fail,  but  in  thy  word, 
 
 I  trust  and  find  my  God. 
 
 O  when  vvilt  Thou  be  mine, 
 Sweet  lover  of  my  soul ; 
 
 My  Jesus  dear,  my  king  divine, 
 Come  o'er  my  heart  to  rule. 
 
 O !  come  and  fix  thy  throne, 
 Within  my  very  heart, 
 
 O  !  make  it  burn  for  Thee  alone, 
 And  from  me  ne'er  depart. 
 
 Begone  ye,  from  my  mind. 
 Vain,  childish,  earthly  toys; 
 
 In  Jesus,  only,  do  I  find 
 True  pleasures,  solid  joys. 
 
PECCATOR    AD    CHRISTUM.  435 
 
 PECCATOR  AD  CHEJSTUM. 
 
 My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee 
 To  dwell  within  ray  breast ; 
 
 Although  I  am  unworthy 
 Of  so  divine  a  Guest ! 
 
 Of  so  divine  a  Guest — 
 Unworthy  though  I  be ; 
 
 Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 
 Until  it  come  to  Thee  ! 
 
 Until  it  come  to  Thee, — 
 In  vain  I  look  around ; 
 
 In  all  that  I  can  see, 
 No  rest  is  to  be  found ! 
 
 No  rest  is  to  be  found, 
 But  in  thy  bleeding  love : 
 
 Oh !  let  my  wish  be  crown'd, 
 And  send  it  from  above ! 
 
436  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 CERISTUS  AD  PECCATOREM. 
 
 Cheer  up,  desponding  soul, 
 Thy  longing  pleased  I  see : 
 
 'Tis  part  of  that  great  whole, 
 Wherewith  I  long'd  for  thee  ! 
 
 Wherewith  I  long'd  for  thee, 
 And  left  my  Father's  throne ; 
 
 From  death  to  set  thee  free, 
 And  claim  thee  for  my  own ! 
 
 To  claim  thee  for  my  own, 
 
 I  suflfer'd  on  the  cross : 
 Oh !  were  my  love  but  known. 
 
 All  else  would  be  as  dross ! 
 
 All  else  would  be  as  dross ! 
 
 And  souls,  through  grace  divine, 
 Would  count  their  gains  but  loss. 
 
 To  live  for  ever  mine ! 
 
HOLY    COMMUNION.  437 
 
 HOLY  COiOniNION. 
 
 O  WHAT  could  my  Jesus  do  more, 
 Or  what  greater  blessing  impart, 
 
 O  silence  my  soul,  and  adore, 
 
 And  press  Him  still  near  to  thy  heart. 
 
 'Tis  here  from  my  labors  I'll  rest, 
 
 Since  He  makes  my  poor  heart  his  abode 
 
 To  Him  all  my  cares  I'll  address. 
 And  speak  to  the  heart  of  my  God. 
 
 For  life  and  for  death  Thou  art  mine, 
 My  Saviour,  I'm  seal'd  with  thy  blood; 
 
 Till  eternity  on  me  doth  shine, 
 I'll  feed  on  the  flesh  of  my  God. 
 
 In  Jesus  triumphant  I  live — 
 
 In  Jesus  exultingly  die — 
 The  terrors  of  death  calmly  brave — 
 
 In  his  bosom  breathe  out  my  last  sigh. 
 
438  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 AFTER   COinnJNION. 
 
 What  happiness  can  equal  mine  1 
 
 I've  found  the  object  of  my  love— 
 My  Jesus  dear— my  King  divine, 
 
 Is  come  to  me  from  heaven  above ! 
 He  chose  my  heart  for  his  abode  ; 
 
 There  He  becomes  my  daily  bread ; 
 There  on  me  flows  his  healing  blood, 
 
 There,  with  his  flesh,  my  soul  is  fed. 
 
 I  am  my  love's,  and  He  is  mine ; 
 
 In  me  He  dwells ;  in  Him  I  live ; 
 What  greater  gifts  could  love  combine  ? 
 
 What  greater  could  e'en  heaven  give? 
 O  sacred  banquet,  heavenly  feast ! 
 
 O  overflowing  source  of  grace ! 
 Where  God  the  food,  and  man  the  guest, 
 
 Meet  and  unite  in  sweet  embrace ! 
 
ASPIRATIONS    AFTER    COMMUNION.        439 
 
 ASPIRATIONS  APTER  GOMilUNION. 
 
 Preserve,  my  Jesus,  oh  preserve 
 
 My  soul  to  everlasting  life. 
 Oh,  may  this  blest  communion  serve 
 
 To  aid  my  soul  in  passion's  strife : 
 Oh,  may  thy  body,  may  thy  blood, 
 Be  to  my  soul  a  saving  food, 
 To  fill  it  still  with  life  and  grace, 
 And  every  sinful  stain  efface ! 
 
 To  bless  Thee  be  my  sole  employ. 
 My  God,  my  Saviour,  great  and  kind  I 
 
 Inflame  my  heart  with  holy  joy; 
 Teach  me,  in  praising  Thee,  to  find 
 
 Warm  thoughts  and  feelings  warm,  whose  glow 
 
 My  gratitude  may  aptly  show. 
 
 But  no,  my  God !  nor  word,  nor  thought, 
 
 Could  bless  and  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 
 
 Weak  praise  were  mine.     Do  Thou  inspire 
 
 My  soul  with  love  and  living  fire. 
 
 Oh,  may  this  cold  and  lowly  breast 
 
 Be  warm'd  by  Thee,  its  God,  its  guest. 
 
440  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 May  it  by  Thee  be  moved  to  love, 
 
 And  taught  thy  saving  grace  to  improve. 
 
 Take,  then,  my  thoughts  from  all  but  Thee. 
 
 To  Thee,  may  ev'ry  impulse  tend. 
 What  'vails  to  tell  my  misery  ? 
 
 I  have  my  God — my  guest — my  friend : 
 So  be  his  praise  my  only  theme ! 
 All  wants  my  Saviour  will  redeem. 
 My  Saviour  knows  whate'er  I  need — 
 He  gives  Himself:  and  shall  I  plead 
 For  other  boons  ?     No  !  let  me  raise 
 Mine  ev'ry  thought  in  love  and  praise. 
 Dear  Lord,  no  other  prayer  I  form 
 Than  for  devotion  pure  and  warm. 
 May  warm  devotion  fill  my  soul ; 
 May  love  for  Thee  each  thought  control ; 
 May  piety  increase ;  and  prayer 
 Mine  ev'ry  thought,  word,  action  share ; 
 The  gift  of  love  my  sole  request — 
 Thou,  God  of  love  !  wilt  grant  the  rest. 
 
 Dear  Lord !  may  this  communion  prove 
 A  never-failing-  bond  of  love. 
 
ASPIRATIONS    AFTER    COMMUNION.        441 
 
 Forgive  my  coldness,  and  supply 
 Mine  every  weak  deficiency. 
 May  thy  best  grace  suffice  for  all, 
 And  every  wayward  sense  enthrall : 
 Such  grace  on  every  feeling  pour 
 As  ne'er  may  leave  thy  servant  more : 
 Each  hope,  each  impulse  firmly  bind 
 In  grace  to  Thee,  my  Saviour  kind : 
 Such  sa\ing  grace,  dear  Lord,  be  given 
 As  leads  the  happy  soul  to  heaven. 
 
 And  Thou,  Eternal  Godhead  I  see 
 The  Son  beloved  once  given  for  me ; 
 Who,  for  my  sake,  bore  life  and  death, 
 And  cheers  me  still  these  veils  beneath ; 
 See  my  Redeemer — now  the  guest 
 Of  this  poor,  lowly,  honor'd  breast; 
 See — see  thy  Jesus ;  Him  I  bring : 
 Accept — accept  mine  offering : 
 Accept  the  Sacrifice  which  pleads 
 For  all  thy  grateful  servant  needs. 
 
442  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 HYMN  FOR  CONFIRMATION. 
 
 My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 
 And  make  it  always  thine, — 
 
 That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  stray, 
 No  more  from  Thee  decline. 
 
 Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 
 
 Behold  I  prostrate  fall : 
 Let  every  sin  be  crucified, — 
 
 Let  Christ  be  all  in  all ! 
 
 Anoint  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace, 
 Adopt  me  for  thine  own,— 
 
 That  I  may  see  thy  glorious  face, 
 And  worship  at  thy  throne  ! 
 
 May  the  dear  blood,  once  shed  for  me, 
 My  blest  atonement  prove, — 
 
 That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 
 The  purchase  of  thy  love ! 
 
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THE    WILL    OF   GOD.  443 
 
 Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 
 
 To  Thee  be  ever  given, — 
 Then  life  shall  be  thy  service,  Lord, 
 
 And  death  the  gate  of  heaven ! 
 
 THE  WILL  OF  GOD. 
 "Thy  will  be  done." 
 
 I  WORSHIP  thee,  sweet  Will  of  God ! 
 
 And  all  thy  ways  adore. 
 And  every  day  I  live  I  seem 
 
 To  love  thee  more  and  more. 
 
 Thou  wert  the  end,  the  blessed  rule 
 Of  Jesu's  toils  and  tears ; 
 
 Thou  wert  the  passion  of  his  Heart 
 Those  Three-and-Thirty  years. 
 
 And  He  hath  breathed  into  my  soul 
 
 A  special  love  of  thee, 
 A  love  to  lose  my  will  in  his, 
 
 And  by  that  loss  be  free. 
 
444  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 I  love  to  see  thee  bring  to  naught 
 
 The  plans  of  wily  men  ; 
 When  simple  Hearts-  outwit  the  wise, 
 
 O  thou  ai-t  loveliest  then  ! 
 
 The  headstrong  world,  it  presses  hard 
 
 Upon  the  Church  full  oft. 
 And  then  how  easily  thou  turn'st 
 
 The  hard  ways  into  soft. 
 
 I  love  to  kiss  each  print  where  thou 
 Hast  set  thine  unseen  feet : 
 
 I  cannot  fear  thee,  blessed  Will ! 
 Thine  empire  is  so  sweet. 
 
 When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 
 
 Like  prison- walls  to  be, 
 I  do  the  little  I  can  do. 
 
 And  leave  the  rest  to  thee. 
 
 I  know  not  what  it  is  to  doubt, 
 
 My  heart  is  ever  gay ; 
 I  run  no  risk,  for  come  what  will 
 
 Thou  always  hast  thy  way. 
 
THE    WILL    OF    GOB.  445 
 
 I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  Will ! 
 
 For  all  ray  cares  are  thine ; 
 I  live  in  triumph,  Lord !  for  Thou 
 
 Hast  made  thy  triumphs  mine. 
 
 And  when  it  seems  no  chance  or  change 
 
 From  grief  can  set  me  free, 
 Hope  finds  its  strength  in  helplessness, 
 
 And  gayly  waits  on  thee. 
 
 Man's  weakness  waiting  upon  God 
 
 Its  end  can  never  miss. 
 For  men  on  earth  no  work  can  do 
 
 More  angel-like  than  this. 
 
 Ride  on,  ride  on  triumphantly, 
 Thou  glorious  Will !  ride  on  ; 
 
 Faith's  pilgrim  sons  behind  thee  take 
 The  road  that  thou  hast  gone. 
 
 He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 
 
 To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
 Grod's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
 
 It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 
 
446  HYRINS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 HI  that  He  blesses  is  our  good, 
 
 And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
 And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 
 
 If  it  be  his  sweet  Will ! 
 
 THE  GIETS  OF  GOD. 
 
 My  Soul !  what  hast  thou  done  for  God  ? 
 
 Look  o'er  thy  misspent  years  and  see  ; 
 Sura  up  what  thou  hast  done  for  God, 
 
 And  then  what  God  hath  done  for  thee. 
 
 He  made  thee  when  He  might  have  made 
 A  soul  that  would  have  loved  Him  more ; 
 
 He  rescued  thee  from  nothingness, 
 And  set  thee  on  life's  happy  shore. 
 
 He  placed  an  angel  at  thy  side, 
 
 And  strewed  joys  round  thee  on  thy  way; 
 He  gave  thee  rights  thou  couldst  not  claim, 
 
 And  life,  free  life,  before  thee  lay. 
 
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THE    GIFTS    OF    GOD.  447 
 
 Had  God  in  heaven  no  work  to  do 
 But  miracles  of  love  for  thee? 
 
 No  w^rld  to  rule,  no  joy  in  Self 
 And  in  his  own  infinity  ? 
 
 So  must  it  seem  to  our  blind  ey^  : 
 He  gave  his  love  no  Sabbath  rest, 
 
 Still  plotting  happiness  for  men, 
 And  new  designs  to  make  them  blest. 
 
 From  out  his  glorious  Bosom  came 
 
 His  only,  his  Eternal  Son  : 
 He  freed  the  race  of  Satan's  slaves. 
 
 And  with  his  Blood  sin's  captives  won. 
 
 The  world  rose  up  against  his  love ; 
 
 Nev/  love  the  vile  rebellion  met. 
 As  though  God  only  look'd  at  sin 
 
 Its  guilt  to  pardon  and  forget. 
 
 For  his  Eternal  Spirit  came 
 
 To  raise  the  thankless  slaves  to  sons, 
 And  with  the  sevenfold  gifts  of  love 
 
 To  crown  his  own  elected  ones. 
 
448  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Men  spurned  his  grace ;  their  lips  blasphemed 
 The  love  that  made  itself  their  slave : 
 
 They  grieved  that  blessed  Comforttr, 
 And  turned  against  Him  what  He  gave. 
 
 Yet  still  the  sun  is  fair  by  day, 
 The  moon  still  beautiful  by  night  j 
 
 The  vi^orld  goes  round,  and  joy  with  it, 
 And  life,  free  life,  is  men's  delight. 
 
 No  voice  God's  wondrous  silence  breaks. 
 No  hand  put  forth  his  anger  tells ; 
 
 But  He,  the  Omnipotent  and  Dread, 
 On  high  in  humblest  patience  dwells. 
 
 The  Son  hath  come ;  and  maddened  sin 
 
 The  world's  Creator  crucified ; 
 The  Spirit  comes,  and  stays,  while  men 
 
 His  presence  doubt,  his  gifts  deride. 
 
 And  now  the  Father  keeps  Himself, 
 
 In  patient  and  forbearing  love, 
 To  be  his  creature's  heritage 
 
 In  that  undjing  life  above. 
 
SURSUM    CORD  A.  449 
 
 O  wonderful,  O  passing  thought, 
 The  love  that  God  hath  had  for  thee ! 
 
 Spending  on  thee  no  less  a  sum 
 Than  the  Undivided  Trinity ! 
 
 Father,  and  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 Exhausted  for  a  thing  like  this, — 
 
 The  world's  whole  government  disposed 
 For  one  ungrateful  creature's  bliss ! 
 
 What  hast  thou  done  for  God,  my  soul  ? 
 
 Look  o'er  thy  misspent  years  and  see  ; 
 Cry  from  thy  worse  than  nothingness. 
 
 Cry  for  his  mercy  upon  thee  ! 
 
 SIIESIJ]J  CORDA. 
 
 "  Lift  up  your  hearts !"    Yes,  I  ^vill  lift 
 My  heart  and  soul,  dear  Lord,  to  Thee, 
 
 Who  every  good  and  perfect  gift 
 Vouchsaf 'st  so  la\dshly  and  free. 
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450  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 All  that  is  best,  from  Thee  comes  down 
 On  us,  with  rich  and  ample  store, 
 
 Thy  bounteous  hands  our  wishes  crown 
 With  good,  increasing  more  and  more. 
 
 'Twas  Thou  that  gave  us  life  and  breath, 
 
 It  is  thy  hand  that  holds  us  still, 
 That  keeps  us  from  the  sleep  of  death, 
 
 And  shelters  us  from  every  ill. 
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 Yea,  more  than  corporal  life, — thy  love 
 
 Has  promise  given  of  life  to  come ; 
 And  taught  us,  by  the  faith,  above 
 
 All  ills  to  soar,  and  burst  the  tomb. 
 
 Then,  while  I  live,  with  ardent  eye. 
 Let  me  look  up  to  Thee,  and  learn, 
 
 From  blessings  here,  to  look  on  high. 
 And  purer  blessings  there  discern ! 
 
 All  Thou  hast  given  is  thine,  then  take 
 Me,  thine  own  gift,  for  all  thine  own. 
 
 And  teach  me  every  day  to  make 
 New  vows  of  love  to  Thee  alone ! 
 
DISTRACTIONS    IN    PRAYER.  451 
 
 •      DISTRACTIONS  IN  PEAYER. 
 
 Ah  !  dearest  Lord !  I  cannot  pray, 
 
 My  fancy  is  not  free ; 
 Unmannerly  distractions  come, 
 
 And  force  my  thoughts  from  Thee. 
 
 The  world  that  looks  so  dull  all  day 
 Glows  bright  on  me  at  prayer, 
 
 And  plans  that  ask  no  thought  but  then 
 Wake  up  and  meet  me  there. 
 
 All  nature  one  full  fountain  seems 
 
 Of  dreamy  sight  and  sound. 
 Which,  when  I  kneel,  breaks  up  its  deeps. 
 
 And  makes  a  deluge  round. 
 
 Old  voices  murmur  in  my  ear, 
 
 New  hopes  start  into  life. 
 And  past  and  future  gayly  blend 
 
 In  one  bewitching  strife. 
 
452  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 My  very  flesh  has  restless  fits ; 
 
 My  changeful  limbs  conspire 
 With  all  these  phantoms  of  the  mind 
 
 My  inner  self  to  tire. 
 
 I  cannot  pray ;  yet,  Lord !  Thou  know'st 
 
 The  pain  it  is  to  me 
 To  have  my  vainly-struggling  thoughts 
 
 Thus  torn  away  from  Thee. 
 
 Ah  !  Jesus !  teach  me  how  to  prize 
 These  tedious  hours  when  I, 
 
 Foolish  and  mute  hefore  thy  Face, 
 In  helpless  worship  lie. 
 
 Prayer  was  not  meant  for  luxury, 
 
 Or  selfish  pastime  sweet ; 
 It  is  the  prostrate  creature's  place 
 
 At  his  Creator's  Feet. 
 
 Had  I  kept  stricter  watch  each  hour 
 O'er  tongue  and  eye  and  ear, 
 
 Had  I  but  mortified  all  day 
 Each  joy  as  it  came  near, — 
 
DISTRACTIONS    IN    PRAYER.  453 
 
 Had  I,  dear  Lord !  no  pleasure  found 
 
 But  in  the  thought  of  Thee, 
 Prayer  would  have  come  unsought,  and  been 
 
 A  truer  liberty. 
 
 Yet  Thou  art  oft  most  present,  Lord ! 
 
 In  weak  distracted  prayer ; 
 A  sinner  out  of  heart  with  self 
 
 Most  often  finds  Thee  there. 
 
 And  prayer  that  humbles,  sets  the  soul 
 
 From  all  illusions  free, 
 And  teaches  it  how  utterly, 
 
 Dear  Lord !  it  hangs  on  Thee. 
 
 The  soul,  that  on  self  sacrifice 
 
 Is  covetously  bent, 
 Will  bless  thy  chastening  hand  that  makes 
 
 Its  prayer  its  punishment. 
 
 Ah,  Jesus !  why  should  I  complain  ? 
 
 And  why  fear  aught  but  sin  ? 
 Distractions  are  but  outward  things  ; 
 
 Thy  peace  dwells  far  within ! 
 
454     .  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 These  surface-troubles  come  and  go, 
 
 Like  rufflings  of  the  sea  ; 
 The  deeper  depth  is  out  of  reach 
 
 To  all,  my  God,  but  Thee  ! 
 
 SWEETNESS  Df  PRAYER. 
 
 Wyh  dost  thou  beat  so  quick,  my  heart  ? 
 
 Why  struggle  in  thy  cage  ? 
 What  shall  I  do  for  thee,  poor  heart ! 
 
 Thy  throbbing  heat  to  swage  ? 
 
 What  spell  is  this  come  over  thee  1 
 My  soul !  what  sweet  surprise  ? 
 
 And  wherefore  these  unbidden  tears 
 That  start  into  mine  eyes  ? 
 
 How  are  my  passions  laid  to  sleep, 
 
 How  easy  penance  seems ! 
 And  how  the  bright  world  fades  away — 
 
 O  are  they  all  but  dreams  ? 
 
SWEETNESS   IN    PRAYER. 
 
 How  great,  how  good  does  God  appear, 
 
 How  dear  our  holy  faith ! 
 How  tasteless  life's  best  joys  have  grown  ! 
 
 How  I  could  welcome  death  ! 
 
 Thy  sweetness  hath  betrayed  Thee,  Lord ! 
 
 Dear  Spirit !  it  is  Thou ; 
 Deeper  and  deeper  in  my  heart 
 
 I  feel  Thee  nestling  now. 
 
 Wlience  Thou  hast  come  I  need  not  ask ; 
 
 But,  O  most  gentle  Dove ! 
 O  wherefore  hast  Thou  lit  on  one 
 
 That  so  repays  thy  love  ? 
 
 Ah !  that  Thou  mightest  stay  with  me, 
 
 Or  else  that  I  might  die 
 While  heart  and  soul  are  still  subdued 
 
 With  thy  sweet  mastery. 
 
 Thy  home  is  with  the  humble.  Lord  ! 
 
 The  simple  are  thy  rest ; 
 Thy  lodging  is  in  child-like  hearts ; 
 
 Thou  makest  there  thy  nest. 
 
156  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 Dear  Comforter !  Eternal  Love ! 
 
 If  Thou  ^vilt  stay  with  me, 
 Of  lowly  thoughts  and  simple  ways 
 
 I'll  build  a  nest  for  Thee. 
 
 My  heart,  sweet  Dove  !  I'll  lend  to  Thee 
 
 To  mourn  with  at  thy  will; 
 My  tongue  shall  be  thy  lute  to  try 
 
 On  sinners'  souls  thy  skill. 
 
 How  silver-like  thy  plumage  is ! 
 
 Thy  voice  how  grave,  how  gay  ! 
 Ah  me  !  how  I  shall  miss  Thee,  Lord  ! 
 
 Then  promise  me  to  stay ! 
 
 Who  made  this  beating  heart  of  mine. 
 But  Thou  my  heavenly  Guest  ? 
 
 Let  no  one  have  it  then  but  Thee, 
 And  let  it  be  thy  nest. 
 
DRYNESS   IN    PRAYER.  457 
 
 DETNESS  m  PRAYER. 
 
 O  FOR  the  happy  days  gone  by, 
 When  love  ran  smooth  and  free, 
 
 Days  when  my  Spirit  so  enjoy'd 
 More  than  earth's  liberty ! 
 
 O  for  the  times  when  on  my  heart 
 Long  prayer  had  never  pall'd, 
 
 Times  when  the  ready  thought  of  God 
 Would  come  when  it  was  call'd  ! 
 
 Then  when  I  knelt  to  meditate, 
 Sweet  thoughts  came  o'er  my  soul, 
 
 Countless  and  bright  and  beautiful, 
 Beyond  my  own  control. 
 
 O  who  hath  lock'd  those  fountains  up  ? 
 
 Those  visions  who  hath  stay'd  ? 
 What  sudden  act  hath  thus  transform'd 
 
 My  sunshine  into  shade  ? 
 
458  HYMNS,  ANTHEIMS,  ETC. 
 
 This  freezing  heart,  O  Lord !  this  will 
 
 Dry  as  the  desert  sand. 
 Good    thoughts    that   will   not   come,   bad 
 thoughts 
 
 That  come  without  command, — 
 
 A  faith  that  seems  not  faith,  a  hope 
 
 That  cares  not  for  its  aim, 
 A  love  that  none  the  hotter  grows 
 
 At  Jesu's  blessed  name, — 
 
 The  weariness  of  prayer,  the  mist 
 
 O'er  conscience  overspread. 
 The  chill  repugnance  to/requent 
 
 The  Feast  of  Angels'  Bread, — 
 
 The  torment  of  unsettled  thoughts 
 
 That  cannot  fix  on  Thee, 
 And  in  the  dread  confessional 
 
 Hard,  cold  fidelity  : — 
 
 If  this  drear  change  be  thine,  O  Lord ! 
 
 If  it  be  thy  sweet  will, 
 Spare  not,  but  to  the  very  brim 
 
 The  bitter  chalice  fill. 
 
DRYNESS    IN    PRAYER.  459 
 
 But  if  it  hath  been  sin  of  mine, 
 
 O  show  that  sin  to  me, 
 Not  to  get  back  the  sweetness  lost, 
 
 But  to  make  peace  with  Thee. 
 
 One  thing  alone,  dear  Lord !  I  dread  ;- 
 
 To  have  a  secret  spot 
 That  separates  my  soul  from  Thee, 
 
 And  yet  to  know  it  not. 
 
 0  when  the  tide  of  graces  set 
 So  full  upon  my  heart, 
 
 1  know,  dear  Lord !  how  faithlessly 
 
 I  did  my  little  part. 
 
 I  know  how  well  my  heart  hath  earn'd 
 
 A  chastisement  like  this. 
 In  trifling  many  a  grace  away 
 
 In  self-complacent  bliss. 
 
 But  if  this  weariness  hath  come 
 
 A  present  from  on  high. 
 Teach  me  to  find  the  hidden  wealth 
 
 That  in  its  depths  may  lie. 
 
460        HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 So  in  this  darkness  I  can  learn 
 
 To  tremble  and  adore, 
 To  sound  my  own  vile  nothingness, 
 
 And  thus  to  love  Thee  more, — 
 
 To  love  Thee,  and  yet  not  to  think 
 That  I  can  love  so  much, — 
 
 To  have  Thee  with  me,  Lord !  all  day, 
 Yet  not  to  feel  thy  touch. 
 
 If  I  have  served  Thee,  Lord !  for  hire. 
 Hire  which  thy  beauty  show'd. 
 
 Ah !  I  can  serve  Thee  now  for  naught, 
 And  only  as  my  God. 
 
 O  blessed  be  this  darkness  then. 
 
 This  deep  in  which  I  lie, 
 And  blessed  be  all  things  that  teach 
 
 God's  dread  Supremacy ! 
 
JESU,   I    MY    CROSS    HAVE    TAKEN.        461 
 
 JESU,  I  MY  CROSS  HAVE  TAXM. 
 
 Crux  sublata. 
 Matt.  xvi.  24. 
 
 Jesu, — I  my  cross  have  taken, 
 
 All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee ; 
 I  am  poor,  despised,  forsaken, — 
 
 Thou  henceforth  my  all  shalt  he  : 
 Perish  every  fond  ambition, — 
 
 All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
 Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, — 
 
 God  and  heaven  may  be  mine  own ! 
 
 Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 
 
 It  has  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
 Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 
 
 Thou  art  not  like  them  untrue  : 
 Whilst  thy  graces  shall  adorn  me, 
 
 God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, — 
 Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  scorn  me  ;- 
 
 Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 
 
 Go  then, — earthly  fame  and  treasure. 
 Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 
 
462        HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, — 
 
 With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
 I  have  called  Thee,  Abba  Father ! 
 
 I  have  set  my  heart  on  Thee  : 
 Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 
 
 All  will  work  for  good  to  me. 
 
 Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
 
 'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
 Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
 
 Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
 Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
 
 While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; — 
 Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
 
 Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee  ! 
 
 Soul, — then  know  thy  full  salvation, 
 
 Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
 Joy  to  find  in  every  station. 
 
 Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
 Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee. 
 
 Think  what  sacraments  are  thine ; 
 Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee : 
 
 Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 
 
SUB    CRUCE    CHRISTI.  463 
 
 Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
 
 Arm'd  with  faith,  and  wing'd  with  prayer, — 
 An  eternal  day  before  thee 
 
 Waits  for  God  to  guide  thee  there. 
 Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 
 
 Patience  shall  thy  spirit  raise; 
 Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 
 
 Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise ! 
 
 SUB  CRUCE  CHRISTI. 
 
 Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 
 
 Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
 Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
 
 From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend: 
 Here  I'll  sit,  for  ever  viewing 
 
 Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood : 
 Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing 
 
 Make  my  final  peace  with  God ! 
 
 Truly  blessed  is  this  station, — 
 Low  before  the  cross  to  lie, 
 
464  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC, 
 
 Resting  in  the  sweet  compassion 
 
 Of  his  mortal  agony ! 
 Here  alone  I  find  my  heaven, 
 
 On  the  Lamb  to  humbly  gaze ; 
 Feel  how  much  has  been  forgiven, 
 
 To  his  own  eternal  praise ! 
 
 Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
 
 Here  I'll  spend  my  latest  breath ; 
 Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, — 
 
 Life  deriving  from  his  death  ; 
 May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
 
 In  all  need  to  Jesus  go, — 
 Prove  each  day  his  wounds  more  healing. 
 
 And  Himself  more  deeply  know! 
 
 BEFORE  OR  AFTER  A  RECEPTION  OF  MEMBERS, 
 
 OR    FOR    CONTRATERXITIES. 
 
 Soldiers  of  Christ !  arise ! 
 
 And  put  your  armor  on, 
 Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
 
 Through  his  eternal  Son : 
 
RECEPTION    OF    MEMBERS.  465 
 
 Strong  is  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
 
 And  in  his  mighty  power, 
 Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
 
 Is  more  than  conqueror. 
 
 Soldiers  of  Christ !  arise ! 
 
 The  God  of  armies  calls 
 Unto  his  mansions  in  the  skies — 
 
 His  everlasting  halls : 
 Behold !  the  angel  host  appears 
 
 To  welcome  you  to  bliss ; 
 Oh !  what  is  earth,  its  sighs  and  tears, 
 
 Its  joys  compared  to  this ! 
 
 Crush'd  is  the  haughty  foe, 
 
 His  might,  his  glory  gone, 
 But  ye,  with  victory  crown'd,  shall  go 
 
 To  Christ's  eternal  throne. 
 There  shall  the  conqueror  rest, 
 
 And  in  that  blest  abode. 
 For  ever  reign  amid  the  blest, 
 
 Triumphant  with  his  God. 
 
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466  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 THE  VOW. 
 [By  a  Sister  of  Charity.] 
 
 Bright  Angels  who  attend 
 
 Around  our  altar  now, 
 Your  wonted  cares  suspend, 
 
 List  to  the  holy  Vow, 
 Which,  while  the  sacrijfice 
 
 Of  Heaven's  eternal  love, 
 Pleads  for  us  every  grace. 
 
 Is  heard  in  Heaven  above. 
 
 Jesus !  my  happy  heart 
 
 Now  gives  itself  to  Thee, 
 O !  never  hence  depart, 
 
 Reign  here  eternally. 
 Thy  sacred  name  alone. 
 
 All  my  delight  shall  prove ; 
 No  joy  my  soul  shall  own, 
 
 But  in  thy  holy  love. 
 
 And,  oh !  in  after  years. 
 When  life  is  fading  fast. 
 
THE    CHRISTIAN    TO    HIS   SOUL.  467 
 
 When  flow  repentant  tears, 
 Cancelling  errors  past, 
 
 Still  shall  that  holy  vow, 
 Be  breathed  to  Heaven, 
 
 And  fervently  as  now, 
 My  heart  to  Thee  be  given. 
 
 THE  CHEISTIAN  TO  HIS  SOUL  AT  STJOTIISE. 
 
 Soil  not  thy  plumage,  gentle  dove, 
 
 With  sublunary  things, — 
 Till  in  the  fount  of  light  and  love. 
 
 Thou  shalt  have  bathed  thy  wings. 
 
 Shall  Nature  from  her  couch  arise. 
 
 And  rise  for  thee  in  vain  ? 
 While  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies, 
 
 Such  types  of  truth  contain. 
 
 See — where  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
 
 Unfolds  the  gates  of  day : 
 Go, — meet  Him  in  his  glorious  dress, 
 
 And  quaff  the  orient  ray  ! 
 
468  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 There,  where  ten  thousand  seraphs  stand, 
 To  crown  the  circling  hours, — 
 
 Soar  thou, — and  from  that  blissful  land 
 Bring  down  unfading  flowers : 
 
 Some  Rose  of  Sharon,  dyed  in  blood, 
 
 Some  spice  of  Gilead's  balm, 
 Some  lily  washed  in  Calvary's  flood. 
 
 Some  branch  of  heavenly  palm ! 
 
 And  let  the  drops  of  sparkling  dew, 
 
 From  Siloa's  spring  be  shed. 
 To  form  a  fragrance  fresh  and  new, 
 
 A  halo  round  thy  head. 
 
 Spread  then  thy  plumes  of  faith  and  prayer, 
 
 Nor  fear  to  wend  away ; 
 And  let  a  glow  of  heavenly  air. 
 
 Gild  every  earthly  day ! 
 
BONA    MORS.  469 
 
 BONA  MORS. 
 
 -"  Moriatur  anima  mea  morte  justorumP 
 
 Numb,  xxxiii.  10. 
 
 Whilst  I  dwell,  O  my  God,  in  this  valley  of 
 tears, 
 For  refuge  and  comfort  I  fly  unto  Thee ; 
 And  when  death's  awful  hour  with  its   terrors 
 appears. 
 O  merciful  Jesus,  have  mercy  on  me. 
 
 When  my  soul,  on  the  verge  of  its  final  release, 
 By  the  shadows  of  death  o'erclouded  shall  be  ; 
 
 When  earthly  enjoyments  for  ever  shall  cease, 
 Thou,  Joy  of  the  Dying,  bring  mercy  to  me. 
 
 When  my  strength  shall  decline,  and  my  anguish 
 
 increase. 
 
 And  my  sins  beyond  number  with  terror  I'll 
 
 see;  ^ 
 
 When  I  turn  to  thy  mercy  for  pardon  and  peace, 
 
 Then,  Hope  of  the  Sinner,  beam  brightly  on 
 
470  HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC. 
 
 When  weaken'd  by  illness — by  terror  oppressed, 
 My  pains  and  my  terrors  I  offer  to  Thee ; 
 
 When  vainly  I  seek  for  some  solace  or  rest, 
 Then,  Strength  of  the  Martyrs,  bring  comfort 
 to  me. 
 
 When  my  reason  shall  fail,  and  my  life  shall 
 decay ; 
 When  the  scenes  of  this  world  shall  vanish 
 and  flee ; 
 When  sunshine  and  shower  alike  pass  away, 
 Then,  Light  of  the  Blessed,  shine. sweetly  on 
 me. 
 
 When  heedless  of  earth  and  of  all  that  surround 
 me, 
 For  pardon  and  mercy  111  call  upon  Thee ; 
 When  death  with  its  fetters  for  ever  has  bound 
 me, 
 Then  Jesus, — sweet  Jesus, — be  Jesus  to  me. 
 
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 When   weeping   my   friends   shall   with  fervor 
 
 implore  Thee, 
 
 My  strength,  my  protector,  my  succor  to  be  ; 
 
BONA    MORS.  471 
 
 When   helpless    and   lonely,  I  tremble  before 
 Thee, 
 Then,  Fountain  of  Mercy,  have  mercy  on  me. 
 
 Thert^  dear  Lord,  the  dark  chain  of  my  mis'ries 
 sever ; 
 Then,  Rest  of  the  weary  one,  call  me  to  thee ; 
 Then,  Crown  of  the  Just,  be  my  portion  for 
 ever ; 
 Then,  merciful  Jesus,  have  mercy  on  me. 
 
 END   OF  PART  II. 
 
PAET  III. 
 
 SELECTED  FROM  APPROVED  SOURCES. 
 
SACRER  POETRY. 
 
 SELECTED  FROM  APPROVED  SOURCES. 
 
 THOU  AET  OF  ALL  CREATED  THMGS. 
 
 [From  the  Spanish  of  Calderon's  Purgatory  of  St.  Patrick.'] 
 
 Thou  art  of  all  created  things, 
 O  Lord,  the  essence  and  the  cause — 
 The  source  and  centre  of  all  bliss ; 
 What  are  those  veils  of  woven  light, 
 Where  sun  and  moon  and  stars  unite — 
 The  purple  mom,  the  spangled  night — 
 But  curtains  which  thy  mercy  draws 
 Between  the  heavenly  world  and  this  ? 
 The  terrors  of  the  sea  and  land — 
 When  all  the  elements  conspire, 
 The  earth  and  water,  storm  and  fire — 
 Are  but  the  sketches  of  thy  hand; 
 
476  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Do  they  not  all  in  countless  ways — 
 The  lightning's  flash — the  howling  storm- 
 The  dread  volcano's  awful  blaze — 
 Proclaim  thy  glory  and  thy  praise  ? 
 Beneath  the  sunny  summer  showers 
 Thy  love  assumes  a  milder  form, 
 And  writes  its  angel  name  in  flowers ; 
 The  wind  that  flies  with  winged  feet 
 Around  the  grassy  gladden'd  earth, 
 Seems  but  commission'd  to  repeat 
 In  echo's  accents — silvery  sweet — 
 That  Thou,  O  Lord,  didst  give  it  bu-th. 
 There  is  a  tongue  in  every  flame — 
 There  is  a  tongue  in  every  wave — 
 To  these  the  bounteous  Godhead  gave 
 These  organs  but  to  praise  his  name ! 
 
 THOU  AET,  0  GOD,  THE  LIPE  AND  LIGHT. 
 
 Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 
 Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see, 
 
 Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night. 
 
 Are  but  reflections  caught  from  Thee — 
 
THOU    ART,  O    GOD,  ETC.  477 
 
 Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
 And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 
 
 When  Day,  with  farewell  beams  delays 
 Among  the  opening  clouds  of  Even, 
 And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 
 Through  golden  vistas  into  Heaven — 
 Those  hues  that  mark  the  sun's  decline 
 So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord !  are  thine. 
 
 When  Night,  wdth  wings  of  starry  gloom, 
 
 O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies. 
 Like  some  dark  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 
 Is  spark^g  with  unnumber'd  eyes — 
 That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 
 So  grand,  so  countless.  Lord !  are  thine. 
 
 When  Youthful  Spring  around  us  breathes. 
 
 Thy  Spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh. 
 And  every  flower  the  summer  wreathes, 
 Is  born  beneath  that  kindling  eye — 
 Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine. 
 And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 
 
478  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 JESUS  CRUCIPIED. 
 
 O  COME  and  mourn  with  me  awhile ; 
 
 See,  Mary  calls  us  to  her  side  ; 
 O  come  and  let  us  mourn  with  her, — 
 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  1 
 
 Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 
 While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 
 
 Ah!  look  how  patiently  he  hangs, — 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
 
 How  fast  his  Hands  and  Feet  are  nail'd ; 
 
 His  blessed  Tongue  with  thirst  is  tied. 
 His  failing  Eyes  are  blind  with  blood, — 
 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
 
 KQs  Mother  cannot  reach  his  Face  ; 
 
 She  stands  in  helplessness  beside, 
 Her  heart  is  martyr'd  with  her  Son's, — 
 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 
 
JESUS    CRUCIFIED.  479 
 
 Seven  times  He  spoke,  seven  words  of  love, 
 And  all  three  hours  his  silence  cried 
 
 For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men : — 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
 
 What  was  thy  crime,  my  dearest  Lord  ? 
 
 By  earth,  by  heaven.  Thou  hast  been  tried, 
 And  guilty  found  of  too  much  love  ; — 
 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
 
 Found  guilty  of  excess  of  love. 
 It  was  thine  own  sweet  will  that  tied 
 
 Thee  tighter  far  than  helpless  nails; — 
 Jesys,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
 
 Death  came,  and  Jesus  meekly  bow'd ; 
 
 His  falling  Eyes  He  strove  to  guide 
 With  mindful  love  to  Mary's  face ; — 
 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
 
 O  break,  O  break,  hard  heart  of  mine ! 
 
 Thy  weak  self-love  and  guilty  pride 
 His  Pilate  and  his  Judas  were; — 
 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified! 
 
480  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Come,  take  thy  stand  beneath  the  Cross, 
 And  let  the  Blood  from  out  that  Side 
 
 Fall  gently  on  thee  drop  by  drop  ; — 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
 
 A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears, — 
 Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied ; 
 
 A  broken  heart  love's  cradle  is ; — 
 Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
 
 O  Love  of  God  !  O  Sin  of  Man  ! 
 
 In  this  dread  act  your  strength  is  tried 
 And  victory  remains  with  love. 
 
 For  He,  our  Love,  is  crucified !  . 
 
 THE  DESCENT  OF  JESUS  TO  LIMBIIS. 
 
 Thousands  of  years  had  come  and  gone, 
 And  slow  the  ages  seem'd  to  move 
 
 To  those  expectant  souls  that  fill'd 
 That  prison-house  of  patient  love. 
 
THE    DESCENT    OF    JESUS    TO    JLi.MBUS.   48] 
 
 It  was  a  weary  watch  of  theirs, 
 /   But  onward  still  their  hopes  would  press 
 Captives  they  were,  yet  happy  too, 
 In  their  contented  weariness. 
 
 As  noiseless  tides  the  ample  depths 
 
 Of  some  capacious  harbor  fill, 
 So  grew  the  calm  of.that  dread  place 
 
 Each  day  with  increase  swift  and  still. 
 
 Sweet  tidings  there  St.  Joseph  took  ; 
 
 The  Saviour's  work  had  then  begun, 
 And  of  his  Three-and-Thirty  Years 
 
 But  three  alone  were  left  to  run. 
 
 And  Eve  like  Joseph's  shadow  hung 
 About  him  wheresoe'er  he  went ; 
 
 She  lived  on  thoughts  of  Mary's  Child, 
 Trembled  with  hope,  and  was  content. 
 
 But  see  I  how  hush'd  the  crowd  of  souls ! 
 
 Whence  comes  the  light  of  upper  day  ? 
 What  glorious  Form  is  this  that  finds 
 
 Through  central  earth  its  ready  way  ? 
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482  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 'Tis  God !  'tis  Man !    The  living  Soul 
 Of  Jesus,  beautiful  and  bright,  ^ 
 
 The  firs1>born  of  created  things, 
 Flush'd  with  a  pure  resplendent  light. 
 
 'Twas  Mary's  Child !     Eve  saw  Him  come ; 
 
 She  flew  from  Joseph's  haunted  side, 
 And  worshipp'd,  first  of  all  that  crowd. 
 
 The  Soul  of  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 So  after  four  long  thousand  years 
 Faith  reach'd  her  end,  and  Hope  her  aim, 
 
 And  from  them,  as  they  pass'd  away. 
 Love  lit  her  everlasting  flame ! 
 
 THE  APPMITION  OF  JESUS  TO  OUR  BLESSED  LADY. 
 
 O  Queen  of  Sorrows !  raise  thine  eyes  ; 
 
 See !  the  first  light  of  dawn  is  there ; 
 The  hour  is  come,  and  thou  must  end 
 
 Thy  Forty  Hours  of  lonely  prayer. 
 
THE    APPARITION    OF    JESUS.  483 
 
 Day  dawns ;  it  brightens  on  the  hill : 
 New  grace,  new  powers  within  her  wake, 
 
 Lest  the  full  tide  of  joy  should  crush 
 The  heart  that  sorrow  could  not  break. 
 
 O  never  yet  had  Acts  of  Hope 
 
 Been  ofFer'd  to  the  Throne  on  high, 
 
 Like  those  that  died  on  Mary's  lip. 
 
 And  beam'd  from  out  her  glistening  eye. 
 
 Hush !  there  is  silence  in  her  heart, 
 Deeper  than  when  St.  Gabriel  spoke, 
 
 And  upon  midnight's  tingling  ear 
 The  blessed  Ave  sweetly  broke. 
 
 Ah  me !  what  wondrous  change  is  this ! 
 
 What  trembling  floods  of  noiseless  light ! 
 Jesus  before  his  Mother  stands, 
 
 Jesus,  all  beautiful  and  bright ! 
 
 He  comes  !  He  comes  !  and  will  she  run 
 With  freest  love  her  Child  to  greet  ? 
 
 He  came !  and  she,  his  creature,  fell 
 Prostrate  at  her  Creator's  Feet. 
 
484  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 He  raised  her  up ;  He  press'd  her  head 
 Gently  against  his  wounded  Side ; 
 
 He  gave  her  spirit  strength  to  bear 
 The  sight  of  Jesus  Glorified. 
 
 From  out  his  Eyes,  from  out  his  Wounds 
 A  power  of  awful  beauty  shone ; 
 
 O  how  the  speechless  Mother  gazed 
 Upon  the  glory  of  her  Son ! 
 
 She  could  not  doubt:  'twas  truly  He 
 Who  had  been  with  her  from  the  first, — 
 
 The  very  eyes,  the  mouth,  the  hair. 
 
 The  very  Babe  whom  she  had  nursed, — 
 
 Her  burden  o'er  the  desert  sands, 
 The  helpmate  of  her  toils, — 'twas  He, 
 
 He  by  whose  deathbed  she  had  stood 
 Long  hours  beneath  the  bleeding  Tree. 
 
 His  crimson  Wounds,  they  shone  like  suns, 
 His  beaming  hand  was  raised  to  bless ; 
 
 The  sweetness  of  his  voice  had  hush'd 
 The  ansrels  into  silentness. 
 
THE    APPARITION    OF    JESUS.  485 
 
 His  sacred  Flesh,  like  spirit,  glow'd, 
 Glow'd  with  immortal  beauty's  might; 
 
 His  smiles  were  like  the  virgin  rays 
 That  sprang  from  new-created  light. 
 
 When  wilt  thou  drink  that  beauty  in  1 
 Mother !  when  wilt  thou  satisfy 
 
 With  those  adoring  looks  of  love 
 The  thirst  of  thine  extatic  eye  ? 
 
 Not  yet,  not  yet  thy  wondrous  joy 
 Is  fill'd  to  its  mysterious  brim ; 
 
 Thou  hast  another  sight  to  see 
 To  which  this  vision  is  but  dim ! 
 
 Jesus  into  his  Mother's  heart 
 
 A  special  gift  of  strength  did  pour, 
 
 That  she  might  bear  what  none  had  borne 
 Amid  the  sons  of  earth  before. 
 
 O  let  not  words  be  bold  to  tell 
 
 What  in  the  Mother's  heart  was  done. 
 
 When  for  a  moment  Mary  saw 
 
 The  unshrouded  Godhead  of  her  Son. 
 
486  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 What  bliss  for  us  that  Jesus  gave 
 
 To  her  such  wondrous  gifts  and  powers ; 
 
 It  is  a  joy  the  joys  were  hers. 
 For  Mary's  joys  are  doubly  ours ! 
 
 THE  MISSION  07  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 
 
 No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky, 
 No  footprints  on  the  air ; 
 
 Jesus  hath  gone ;  the  face  of  earth 
 Is  desolate  and  bare. 
 
 The  blessed  feet  of  Mary's  Son, 
 They  tread  the  streets  no  more; 
 
 His  soul-converting  voice  gives  not 
 Its  music  as  before. 
 
 His  Mother  sits  all  worshipful 
 With  her  majestic  mien ; 
 
 The  princes  of  the  infant  Church 
 Are  gather'd  round  their  Queen. 
 
THE    MISSION    OF    THE    HOLY    GHOST.    487 
 
 They  gaze  on  her  with  raptured  eyes, 
 
 Her  features  are  like  his, 
 Her  presence  is  their  ample  strength, 
 
 Her  face  reflects  their  bliss. 
 
 That  Upper  Room  is  heaven  on  earth : 
 
 Within  its  precincts  lie 
 All  that  earth  has  of  faith,  or  hope, 
 
 Or  heaven-born  charity. 
 
 The  Eye  of  God  looks  down  on  them, 
 
 His  love  is  centred  there ; 
 His  Spirit  yearns  to  be  o'ercome 
 
 By  their  sweet  strife  of  prayer. 
 
 The  Mother  prays  her  mighty  prayei". 
 In  accents  meek  and  faint. 
 
 And  highest  heaven  is  quick  to  own 
 The  beautiful  constraint. 
 
 The  Eternal  Son  takes  up  the  prayer 
 
 Upon  his  royal  throne  ; 
 The  Son  his  human  Mother  hears, 
 
 The  Sire  his  equal  Son. 
 
488  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 The  Spirit  hears,  and  He  consents 
 
 His  mission  to  fulfill ; 
 For  what  is  ask'd  hath  ever  been 
 
 His  own  eternal  will. 
 
 Ten  days  and  nights  in  Acts  Divine 
 
 Of  awful  love  were  spent, 
 While  Mary  and  her  children  pray'd 
 
 The  Spirit  might  be  sent. 
 
 The  joy  of  angels  grew  and  grew 
 On  Mary's  wondrous  prayer, 
 
 And  the  Divine  Complacence  stoop'd 
 To  feed  his  glory  there. 
 
 Her  eyes  to  heaven  were  humbly  raised, 
 While  for  her  Spouse  she  pray'd; 
 
 Methought  the  sweetness  of  her  prayer 
 His  blissful  coming  stay'd. 
 
 For  ever  coming  did  He  seem. 
 
 For  ever  on  the  wing ; 
 His  chosen  angels  round  his  Throne 
 
 Now  grazed,  now  ceased  to  sing. 
 
THE    MISSION    OF    THE    HOLY    GHOST.    4ti9 
 
 How  beautiful,  how  passing  speech, 
 
 The  Dove  did  then  appear. 
 As  the  hour  of  his  humility 
 
 At  Mary's  word  drew  near  I 
 
 The  hour  was  come ;  the  wings  of  love 
 
 By  his  own  will  were  freed : 
 The  hour  was  come ;  the  Eternal  Three 
 
 His  mission  had  decreed. 
 
 Then  for  his  love  of  worthless  men, 
 
 His  love  of  Mary's  worth, 
 His  beauteous  wings  the  Dove  outspread, 
 
 And  wing'd  his  flight  to  earth. 
 
 O  wondrous  Flight !    He  left  not  heaven. 
 Though  earth's  low  fields  He  won, 
 
 But  in  the  Bosom  still  reposed 
 Of  Father  and  of  Son. 
 
 O  Flight !  O  blessed  Flight  of  Love ! 
 
 Let  me  thy  mercies  share : 
 Grant  it,  sweet  Dove !  for  my  poor  soul 
 
 Was  part  of  Mary's  prayer ! 
 
490  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 THE  DESCENT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 
 
 O  MIGHTY  Mother !  why  that  Hght 
 
 In  thine  uplifted  eye  ? 
 Why  that  resplendent  look  of  more 
 
 Than  queenlike  majesty  ? 
 
 O  waitest  thou  in  this  thy  joy 
 
 For  Gabriel  once  again  ? 
 Is  heaven  about  to  part,  and  make 
 
 The  Blessed  Vision  plain  ? 
 
 She  sat ;  beneath  her  shadow  were 
 The  Chosen  of  her  Son ; 
 
 Within  each  heart  and  on  each  face 
 Her  power  and  spirit  shone. 
 
 Hers  was  the  courage  they  had  won 
 From  her  prevailing  prayers ; 
 
 They  gazed  on  her,  until  her  heart 
 Began  to  beat  in  theirs. 
 
THE    DESCENT    OF    THE    HOLY    GHOST.  491 
 
 Her  Son  had  left  that  heart  to  them : 
 For  ten  long  nights  and  days, 
 
 The  Saviour  gone,  no  Spirit  come, 
 She  ruled  their  infant  ways. 
 
 Queen  of  the  Church  !  around  thee  shines 
 
 The  purest  light  of  heaven, 
 And  all  created  things  to  thee 
 
 Why  waitest  thou  then  so  abash'd, 
 
 Wrapt  in  extatic  fear, 
 Speechless  with  adomtion,  hush'd, — 
 
 Hush'd  as  though  God  were  near? 
 
 She  is  a  creature !    See  I  she  bows. 
 She  trembles  though  so  great ; — 
 
 Created  Majesty  o'erwhelm'd 
 Before  the  Increate ! 
 
 He  comes  I  He  comes !  That  mighty  Breath 
 From  heaven's  eternal  shores; 
 
 His  uncreated  freshness  fills 
 His  Bride  as  she  adores. 
 
492  SACRED    POETPL.Y. 
 
 Earth  quakes  before  that  rushing  blast, 
 Heaven  echoes  back  the  sound, 
 
 And  mightily  the  tempest  wheels 
 That  Upper  Room  around. 
 
 One  moment — and  the  silentness 
 Was  breathless  as  the  grave ; 
 
 The  flutter'd  earth  forgot  to  quake, 
 The  troubled  trees  to  wave. 
 
 One  moment — and  the  Spirit  hung 
 
 O'er  her  with  dread  desire ; 
 Then  broke  upon  the  heads  of  all 
 
 In  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 
 
 Who  knows  in  what  a  sea  of  love 
 Our  Lady's  heart  He  drown'd  ? 
 
 Or  what  new  gifts  He  gave  her  then  ? 
 What  ancient  gifts  He  crown'd  ? 
 
 Grace  was  so  multiplied  on  her, 
 
 So  grew  within  her  heart, 
 She  stands  alone,  earth's  miracle, 
 
 A  being  all  apart. 
 
THE    DESCENT    OF   THE    HOLY    GHOST.  493 
 
 What  gifts  He  gave  those  chosen  men 
 
 Past  ages  can  display  ; 
 Nay  more,  their  vigor  still  inspires 
 
 The  weakness  of  to-day. 
 
 Those  Tongues  still  speak  within  the  Chrfch, 
 
 That  Fire  is  undecay'd ; 
 Its  well-spring  was  that  Upper  Room, 
 
 Where  Mary  sat  and  pray'd. 
 
 The  Spirit  eame  into  the  Church 
 
 With  his  unfailing  power; 
 He  is  the  Living  Heart  that  beats 
 
 Within  her  at  this  hour. 
 
 Speak  gently  then  of  Church  and  Saints, 
 
 Lest  you  his  ways  reprove  ; 
 The  Heart,  the  Pulses  of  the  Church 
 
 Are  God's  Eternal  Love. 
 
 O  let  us  fall  and  worship  Him, 
 
 The  Love  of  Sire  and  Son, 
 The  Consubstanial  Breath  of  God, 
 
 The  Coeternal  One ! 
 
494  SACRED   POETRY. 
 
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 Ah !  see,  how  like  the  Incarnate  Word, 
 His  blessed  Self  He  lowers, 
 
 To  dwell  with  us  invisibly, 
 And  make  his  riches  ours. 
 
 Most  humble  Spirit !  Mighty  God ! 
 
 Sweet  must  thy  Presence  be, 
 If  loss  of  Jesus  can  be  gain. 
 
 So  long  as  we  have  Thee  I 
 
 "AOT)  JESUS  WEPT." 
 St.  John  xi.  33. 
 
 Bright  were  the  mornings  first  impearl'd 
 
 O'er  earth,  and  sea,  and  air ; 
 The  birthdays  of  a  rising  world — 
 
 For  power  divine  was  there. 
 
 But  fairer  shone  the  tears  of  God, 
 
 For  Lazarus,  o'er  his  grave ; 
 Since  love  divine  bedew'd  the  sod 
 
 Of  one  He  sought  to  save. 
 
PASTOR    ANIMARUM.  495 
 
 Sweet  drops  of  grace,  the  pledges  given 
 
 Of  Mercy's  mighty  plan, — 
 That  He,  who  was  the  Prince  of  heaven. 
 
 Had  pity  upon  man ! 
 
 Let  us  thy  dear  example,  Lord, 
 Ftx'd  in  our  memories  keep, — 
 
 That  we,  obedient  to  thy  word. 
 May  weep  with  those  that  weep. 
 
 PASTOR  ANDIARUil. 
 [From  the  Spanish.] 
 
 Come,  wandering  sheep,  O  come ! 
 
 I'll  bind  thee  to  my  breast ; 
 I'll  bear  thee  to  thy  home, 
 
 And  lay  th^e  down  to  rest. 
 
 I  saw  thee  stray  forlorn. 
 And  heard  thee  faintly  cry, 
 
496  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 And  on  the  tree  of  scorn 
 For  thee  I  deign'd  to  die — = 
 What  greater  proof  could  I 
 
 Give, — than  to  seek  the  tomb  ? 
 
 Come,  wandering  sheep,  O  come  I 
 
 I  shield  thee  from  alarms, 
 And  wilt  thou  not  be  blest  ? 
 
 I  bear  thee  in  my  arras ; 
 
 Thou,  bear  me  in  thy  breast  I 
 O,  this  is  love — come,  rest — > 
 
 This  is  a  blissful  doom. 
 
 Come,  wandering  sheep,  O  come  I 
 
 HYMN  OP  THE  CALABRIAK  SHEPHMDS  TO  THE 
 BLESSED  YffiGIN. 
 
 Darker  and  darker  fall  around 
 The  shadows  from  the  pine ; 
 
 It  is  the  hour  with  hymn  and  prayer 
 To  gather  round  thy  shrine. 
 
HYMN    TO    THE    BLESSED   VHIGIN.        497 
 
 Hear  us,  sweet  Mother !  thou  hast  known 
 
 Our  earthly  hopes  and  fears, 
 The  bitterness  of  mortal  toil 
 
 The  tenderness  of  tears. 
 
 We  pray  thee  first  for  absent  ones, 
 Those  who  knelt  with  us  here — 
 
 The  father,  brother,  and  the  son, 
 The  distant  and  the  dear. 
 
 We  pray  thee  for  the  little  barK 
 
 Upon  the  stormy  sea ; 
 Affection's  anxiousness  of  love. 
 
 Is  it  not  known  to  thee  ? 
 
 The  soldier,  he  who  only  sleeps 
 
 His  head  upon  his  brand. 
 Who  only  in  a  dream  can  see 
 
 His  own  beloved  land. 
 
 The  wandering  Minstrel,  he  who  gave 
 
 Thy  hymns  his  earliest  tone, 
 Who  strives  to  teach  a  foreign  tongue 
 
 The  music  of  his  own. 
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498  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Kind  Mother,  let  them  see  again 
 
 Their  own  Italian  shore ; 
 Back  to  the  home  which,  wanting  them. 
 
 Seems  like  a  home  no  more. 
 
 Madonna,  keep  the  cold  north  wind 
 
 Amid  his  native  seas, 
 So  that  no  withering  blight  come  down 
 
 Upon  our  olive-trees. 
 
 And  bid  the  sunshine  glad  our  hills, 
 
 The  dew  rejoice  our  vines, 
 And  bid  the  healthful  sea-breeze  sweep 
 
 In  music  through  the  pines. 
 
 Pray  for  us  that  our  hearts  and  homes 
 
 Be  kept  in  fear  and  love ; 
 Love  for  all  things  around  our  path, 
 
 And  fear  for  those  above. 
 
 Thy  soft  blue  eyes  are  fill'd  with  tears, 
 
 Oh !  let  them  wash  away 
 The  soil  of  our  unworthiness : — 
 
 Pray  for  us.  Mother,  pray ! 
 
HYMN    TO    THE    BLESSED    VIRGIN.        499 
 
 We  know  how  vain  the  fleeting  flowers 
 
 Around  thine  altar  hung ; 
 We  know  how  humble  is  the  hymn 
 
 Before  thine  image  sung. 
 
 But  wilt  thou  not  accept  the  wreath, 
 
 And  sanctify  the  lay  ; 
 We  trust  to  thee  our  hopes  and  fears, — 
 
 Pray  for  us.  Mother,  pray  ! 
 
 PORTUGUESE  HYMN  TO  THE  BLESSED  VTRGIN. 
 
 Star  of  the  wide  and  pathless  sea, 
 
 Who  lovest  on  mariners  to  shme. 
 These  votive  garments  wet,  to  thee 
 
 We  hang,  within  thy  holy  shrine. 
 
 When  o'er  us  flash'd  the  surging  brine, 
 Amid  the  warring  waters  toss'd, 
 
 From  earthly  aid  we  turn'd  to  thine. 
 And  hoped,  when  other  hope  was  lost. 
 Ave  Maris  Stella ! 
 
500  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Star  of  the  vast  and  howling  main, 
 
 When  dark  and  lone  is  all  the  sky, 
 And  mountain  waves,  o'er  ocean's  plain, 
 
 Erect  their  stormy  heads  on  high ; 
 
 When  matrons  by  the  hearthstone  sigh, 
 They  raise  their  weeping  eyes  to  thee  ; 
 
 The  star  of  ocean  heeds  their  cry, 
 And  saves  the  foundering  bark  at  sea. 
 Ave  Maris  Stella ! 
 
 Star  of  the  dark  and  stormy  sea. 
 
 When,  wreaking  tempests  round  us  rave 
 Thy  gentle  virgin  form  we  see. 
 
 Bright  rising  o'er  the  hoary  wave. 
 
 The  howling  storms  that  seem  to  crave 
 Their  victims,  sink  in  music  sweet ; 
 
 The  surging  seas  recede,  to  pave 
 The  path  beneath  thy  glistening  feet. 
 Ave  Maris  Stella ! 
 
 Star  of  the  desert  waters  wild, 
 
 Who,  pitying,  hear'st  the  seaman's  cry, 
 
 The  God  of  Mercy,  as  a  child. 
 
 On  that  chaste  bosom  loved  to  lie  ; 
 
HYMN    TO    THE    BLESSED    VIRGIN.        501 
 
 While  soft  the  chorus  of  the  sky 
 Their  hymns  of  tender  mercy  sing, 
 
 And  angel  voices  named  on  high 
 The  Mother  of  the  Heavenly  King. 
 Ave  Maris  Stella ! 
 
 Star  of  the  deep!  at  that  blest  name 
 
 The  waves  sleep  silent  round  the  keel, 
 The  tempests  wild  their  fury  tame, 
 
 That  made  the  deep  foundations  reel ; 
 
 The  soft  celestial  accents  steal 
 So  soothing  through  the  realms"  of  woe, 
 
 That  suffering  souls  a  respite  feel 
 From  torture  in  the  depths  below. 
 Ave  Maris  Stella ! 
 
 Star  of  the  mild  and  placid  seas, 
 
 Whom  rainbow  rays  of  mercy  crown, 
 
 Whose  name  thy  faithful  Portuguese, 
 O'er  all  that  to  the  depths  go  down, 
 With  hymns  of  grateful  transport  own  ; 
 
 When  gathering  clouds  obscure  their  light, 
 And  heaven  assumes  an  awful  frown, 
 
 The  star  of  ocean  glitters  bright. 
 Ave  Maris  Stella ! 
 
502  SACRED   POETRY. 
 
 Star  of  the  deep  !  when  angel  lyrea 
 
 To  hymn  thy  holy  name  essay, 
 In  vain  a  mortal  harp  aspires 
 
 To  mingle  in  the  mighty  lay ! 
 
 Mother  of  God  !  one  living  ray 
 Of  hope  our  gi-ateful  bosoms  fires, 
 
 When  storms  and  tempests  pass  away, 
 To  join  the  bright  immortal  choirs. 
 Ave  Maris  Stella ! 
 
 THE  VIRGIN  MOTHER, 
 
 Ut  sol  decoro  lumine. 
 
 As  the  Sun 
 
 O'er  misty  shrouds. 
 When  he  walks 
 
 Upon  the  clouds ; 
 
 Or  as  when 
 
 The  moon  doth  rise, 
 And  refreshes 
 
 All  the  skies; 
 
MOST   HOLY   NAME   OP   JESUS.  503 
 
 Or  as  when 
 
 The  lily  flower 
 Stands  amid 
 
 The  vernal  bower ; 
 
 Or  the  Water's 
 
 Glassy  face, 
 Doth  reflect 
 
 The  starry  space; 
 
 Thus  above 
 
 All  mothers  shone, 
 The  mother  of 
 
 The  blessed  One. 
 
 MOST  HOLY  NAME  OF  JESTJS. 
 
 Oh  !  that  it  were  as  it  was  wont  to  be. 
 When  thy  old  friends  of  fire,  all  full  of  Thee, 
 Fought  against  frowns  with  smiles!   gave  glo- 
 rious chase 
 To  persecutions,  and  against  the  face 
 
504  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Of  death  and  fiercest  dangers  durst,  with  brave 
 And  sober  pace,  march  on  to  meet  a  grave. 
 On  their  bold  breasts  about  the  world  they  bore 
 Thee. 
 
 And  to  the  teeth  of  hell  stood  up  to  teach 
 Thee; 
 In  centre  of  their  inmost  souls  they  wore  Thee, 
 
 Where  racks  and  torments  strived  in  vain  to 
 reach  Thee. 
 Each  wound  of  theirs  was  thy  new  morning. 
 
 And  re-enthroned  Thee  in  thy  rosy  nest. 
 With  blush  of  thine  own  blood  thy  day  adorning : 
 It  was  the  wit  of  love  o'erflowed  the  bounds 
 Of  wrath,  and  made  the  way  through  all  these 
 wounds. 
 
 Welcome,  dear,  all-adored  name ! 
 For  sure  there  is  no  knee 
 That  knows  not  Thee  ; 
 
 Or,  if  there  be  such  sons  of  shame, 
 Alas  I  what  will  they  do, 
 When  stubborn  rocks  shall  bow, 
 And  hills  hang  down  their  heaven-saluting  heads. 
 To  seek  for  humble  beds 
 Of  dust,  where,  in  the  bashful  shades  of  night, 
 
PREPARATIVE    TO    PRAYER. 
 
 Next  to  their  own  low  nothing  they  may  lie, 
 And  couch  before  the  dazzling  light  of  thy  dread 
 
 Majesty  ?  • 
 
 They  that  by  love's  mild  dictate  now 
 
 Will  not  adore  Thee, 
 Shall  then  with  just  confusion  bow, 
 
 And  break  before  Thee. 
 
 PEEPAEATIYE  TO  PRAYER. 
 
 When  thou  dost  talk  with  God — by  prayer  I 
 mean — 
 Lift  up  pure  hands,  lay  down  all  lust's  desires ; 
 Fix  thoughts  on  heaven,  present  a  conscience 
 clean : 
 Since  holy  blame  to  mercy's  throne  aspires. 
 Confess  faults'  guilt,  crave  pardon  for  thy  sin, 
 Tre^d  holy  paths,  call  gi*ace  to  guide  therein. 
 
 It  is  the  spirit  with  reverence  must  obey 
 
 Our  Maker's  will,  to  practise  what  He  taught : 
 
 Make  not  the  flesh  thy  council  when  thou  pray ; 
 'Tis  enemy  to  every  virtuous  thought ; 
 
506  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 It  is  the  foe  we  daily  feed  and  clothe ; 
 It  is  the  prison  that  the  soul  doth  loathe. 
 
 Even  as  Elias,  mounting  to  the  sky, 
 
 Did  cast  his  mantle  to  the  earth  behind ; 
 
 So,  when  the  heart  presents  the  prayer  on  high. 
 Exclude  the  world  from  traffic  with  the  mind : 
 
 Lips  near  to  God,  and  ranging  heart  within, 
 
 Is  but  vain  babbling,  and  converts  to  sin. 
 
 Like  Abraham,  ascending  up  the  hill 
 To  sacrifice ;  his  servants  left  below, 
 
 That  he  might  act  the  great  Commander's  will. 
 Without  impeach  to  his  obedient  blow ; 
 
 Even  so  the  soul,  remote  from  earthly  things. 
 
 Should  mount  salvation's  shelter — mercy's  wings. 
 
 GOD  AND  HEAYEN. 
 
 The  silver  chord  in  twain  is  snapp'd 
 The  golden  bowl  is  broken, 
 
 The  mortal  mould  in  darkness  wrapp'd. 
 The  words  funereal  spoken ; 
 
LAUDATE    DOMINUM    DE    CCELIS.  507 
 
 The  tomb  is  built,  or  the  rock  is  cleft, 
 
 Or  delved  is  the  grassy  clod, 
 And  what  for  mourning  man  is  left  ? 
 
 O  what  is  left— but  God ! 
 
 The  tears  are  shed  that  mourn'd  the  dead, 
 
 The  flowers  they  wore  are  faded ; 
 The  twilight  dun  hath  veil'd  the  sun. 
 
 And  hope's  sweet  dreamings  shaded : 
 And  the  thoughts  of  joy  that  were  planted  deep, 
 
 From  our  heart  of  hearts  are  riven  ; 
 And  what  is  left  us  when  we  weep  ? 
 
 O  what  is  left — but  Hea-ven  ! 
 
 LAUDATE  DOMINUM  DE  COELIS. 
 
 You  Spirits  I  who  have  thrown  away 
 That  envious  weight  of  clay. 
 
 Which  your  celestial  flight  denied; 
 Who  by  your  glorious  troops  supply 
 The  winged  hierarchy, 
 
 So  broken  in  the  angel's  pride ! 
 
508  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 O  you !  whom  your  Creator's  sight 
 Inebriates  with  delight! 
 
 Sing  forth  the  triumphs  of  his  name ; 
 All  you  enamor'd  souls,  agree 
 In  a  loud  symphony, 
 
 To  give  expression  to  your  flame  ! 
 
 To  Him  his  own  great  works  relate. 
 Who  deign'd  to  elevate 
 
 You  'bove  the  frailty  of  your  birth. 
 Where  you  stand  safe  from  that  rude  war 
 With  which  we  troubled  ;;re, 
 
 By  the  rebellion  of  our  earth. 
 
 While  a  corrupted  air  beneath 
 Here  in  this  world  we  breathe, 
 
 Each  hour  some  passion  us  assails. 
 Now  lust  casts  wildfire  in  the  blood, 
 Or,  that  it  may  seem  good, 
 
 Itself  in  wit  or  beauty  veils. 
 
 Then  envy  circles  us  with  hate, 
 And  lays  a  siege  so  strait, 
 No  heavenly  succor  enters  in  : 
 
LAUDATE    DOMINUM    DE    CCELIS.  509 
 
 But  if  revenge  admittance  find 
 For  ever  hath  the  mind 
 
 Made  forfeit  of  itself  to  sin. 
 
 Assaulted  thus,  how  dare  we  raise 
 
 Our  minds  to  think  his  praise,  ^ 
 
 Who  is  eternal  and  immense  ? 
 How  dare  we  force  our  feeble  wit 
 To  speak  Him  infinite. 
 
 So  far  above  the  search  of  sense  ? 
 
 O  you !  who  are  immaculate. 
 His  name  may  celebrate 
 
 In  your  soul's  bright  expansion  : 
 You,  whom  your  virtues  did  unite 
 To  his  perpetual  light. 
 
 That  ever  with  Him  you  now  shine  one. 
 
 While  we  who  to  earth  contract  our  hearts. 
 And  only  study  arts 
 
 To  shorten  the  sad  length  of  time. 
 In  place  of  joys,  bring  humble  fears. 
 For  hymns,  repentant  tears, 
 
 And  a  new  sigh,  for  every  crime. 
 
510  SACRED   POETRY. 
 
 PAITH  OF  OUR  FATHERS. 
 
 Faith  of  our  Fathers !  living  still 
 In  spite  of  dungeon,  fire,  and  sword : 
 
 Oh  how  our  hearts  beat  high  with  joy 
 Whene'er  we  hear  that  glorious  word : 
 
 Faith  of  our  Fathers !    Holy  Faith ! 
 
 We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 
 
 Our  Fathers,  chain'd  in  prisons  dark, 
 Were  still  in  heart  and  conscience  free : 
 
 How  sweet  would  be  their  children's  fate. 
 If  they,  like  them,  could  die  for  thee ! 
 
 Faith  of  our  Fathers !   Holy  Faith ! 
 
 We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 
 
 Faith  of  our  Fathers !  Mary's  prayers 
 Shall  win  our  country  all  to  thee ; 
 
 And  through  the  truth  that  comes  from  God 
 Our  land  shall  then  indeed  be  free. 
 
 Faith  of  our  Fathers !  Holy  Faith ! 
 
 We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 
 
ST.  Philip's  home.  511 
 
 Faith  of  our  Fathers !  we  will  love 
 Both  friend  and  foe  in  all  our  strife : 
 
 And  preach  thee  too,  as  love  knows  how, 
 By  kindly  words  and  \drtuous  life : 
 
 Faith  of  our  Fathers  !  Holy  Faith ! 
 
 We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 
 
 ST.  PHILIP'S  HOME.* 
 
 Recordare,  Virgo  Mater,  in  conspectu  Dei,  ut  loquaris  pro 
 
 nobis  bona. 
 
 Missale  Romanum. 
 
 O  Mary!   Mother  Mary!   our  tears  are  flowing 
 
 For  mighty  Rome,  St.  Philip's  home,  is  desolate 
 and  waste; 
 
 *  Tkese  earnest  lines,  from  the  pen  of  Rev.  Mr.  Faber,  are 
 thought  to  be  worth  preserving,  although  the  danger  which 
 called  them  for  this  past ;  let  us  hope,  for  ever.  Mr.  Faber 
 is  a  priest  of  the  oratory  of  St.  Philip  Neri :  hence  the  allu- 
 sions in  his  poem. 
 
512  SACRED   POETRY. 
 
 There  are  wild  beasts  in  her  palaces  far  fiercer 
 
 and  more  bold 
 Than  those  that  lick'd  the  martyrs'  feet  in  heathen 
 
 days  of  old. 
 
 O  Mary !  Mother  Mary !  that  dear  City  was  thine 
 
 own, 
 And  brightly  once  a  thousand  lamps  before  thine 
 
 altars  shone ; 
 At  the  corners  of  the  streets  thy  Child's  sweet 
 
 Face  and  thine 
 Charm'd  evil  out  of  many  hearts,  and  darkness 
 
 out  of  mine. 
 
 By  Peter's  Cross  and  Paul's  sharp  Sword,  dear 
 
 Mother  Mary !  pray ! 
 By  the  dungeon  deep  where  thy  St.  Luke  in 
 
 weary  durance  lay, 
 And  by  the  Church  thou  know'st  so  well  beside 
 
 the  Latin  Gate, 
 For  the  love  of  John,  dear  Mother!    stay  the 
 
 hapless  City's  fate. 
 
ST.  Philip's  home.  513 
 
 For  the  exiled  Pontiff's  sake,  our  Father  and 
 
 our  Lord, 
 O   Mother!    bid   the  Angel    sheathe  his  keen 
 
 avenging  sword; 
 For  the  Vicar  of  thy  Son,  poor  exile  though  he 
 
 be, 
 Is  busied  with  thine  honor  now  by  that  sweet 
 
 southern  sea. 
 
 O  by  the  joy  thou  hadst  in  Rome,  when  every 
 
 street  and  square 
 Burn'd  with  the  fire  of  holy  love  that  Philip 
 
 kindled  there ! 
 And  by  that  throbbing  heart  of  his  which  thou 
 
 didst  keep  at  Rome, 
 Let  not  the  spoiler  waste  dear  Father  Philip's 
 
 home! 
 
 O  by  the  dread  basilicas,  the  pilgrim's  gates  to 
 
 heaven, 
 By  all  the  shrines  and  relics  God  to  Christian 
 
 Rome  hath  given, 
 33 
 
514  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 By  the  countless  Ave-Maries  that  have  rung 
 from  out  its  towers, 
 
 By  Peter's  threshold,  Mother  !  save  this  pilgrim- 
 place  of  ours ! 
 
 By  all  the  words  of  peace  and  power,  that  from 
 
 St.  Peter's  Chair 
 Have  still'd  the  angry  world  so  oft,  this  glorious 
 
 City  spare ! 
 By  the  lowliness  of  him  whose  gentle-hearted 
 
 sway 
 A  thousand  lands  are  blessing  now,  dear  Mother 
 
 Mary!  pray. 
 
 By  the  pageants  bright  whose  golden  light  hath 
 
 flash'd  through  street  and  square. 
 And  by  the  long  processions  that  have  borne  thy 
 
 Jesus  there ! 
 By  the  glories  of  the  Saints,  by  the  honors  that 
 
 were  thine. 
 By  all  the  worship  God  hath  got  from  many  a 
 
 blazing  shrine, — 
 
 i 
 
By 
 
 ST.  Philip's  home 
 
 515 
 at  Rome  hath 
 
 all  heroic  deeds  of  Saints  th 
 
 ever  seen, 
 
 By 
 
 all  the  times  her  multitudes 
 thee  for  their  queen, 
 
 have  crown'd 
 
 By 
 
 all  the  glory  God  hath  gain'd 
 wondrous  place, 
 
 from  out  that 
 
 O 
 
 Mary!    Mother  Mary!    pray 
 prayer  for  grace ! 
 
 thy   strongest 
 
 0 
 
 Mary!    Mother  Mary!    thou 
 Philip's  home ; 
 
 wilt  plead  for 
 
 Thou  wit  turn  the  heart  of  Him  who  turn'd 
 
 St.  Peter  back  to  Rome ; 
 
 0! 
 
 thou  wilt  pray  thy  prayer; 
 will  be  won. 
 
 and  the  battle 
 
 And  the  Saviour's  sinless  Mother  save  the  City 
 
 of  her  Son ! 
 
516  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 THE  EOCK  OF  AGES. 
 
 «  And  the  rain  fell,  and  the  floods  came,  and  the  winds  blew, 
 and  they  beat  upon  that  house ;  and  it  fell  not— for  it  was 
 founded  on  a  rock." — Jilatt.  vii.  25. 
 
 "  One  body,  one  spirit,"  "  one  Lord," 
 
 And  "  one  faith,"  for  all  ages  was  given ; 
 "  One  baptism,"  in  blessed  accord. 
 
 With  "  one  God,"  and  "  one  Father,"  in  heaven. 
 "  One  church,"  the  sole  pillar  and  ground 
 
 Of  the  truth,  an  immovable  rock ; 
 "One  Shepherd,"  by  all  to  be  own'd, 
 
 And  "  one  fold,"  for  that  primitive  flock ! 
 
 One  ark  in  whose  refuge  to  trust 
 
 In  the  tempests  that  faith  has  to  brave, 
 When  doctrine  is  sway'd  by  each  gust 
 
 Of  opinion,  or  lost  in  its  wave ! 
 One  house  for  the  people  of  God, 
 
 One  theme  for  the  sinner  in  prayer ; 
 One  path  to  the  blessed  abode 
 
 Of  the  saints,  who  now  plead  for  us  there. 
 
 That  house,  if  the  malice  of  hell. 
 
 Or  the  madness  of  earth,  could  destroy, 
 
THE    ROCK    OF    AGES.  517 
 
 Had  fiillen,  mid  crush'd  as  it  fell 
 The  belief  in  all  truth  and  its  joy. 
 
 "  The  rain  fell"  upon  it,  and  foils, 
 
 "  And  the  floods  came"  in  torrents  of  rage 
 
 "  The  winds  blew,  and  beat"  on  its  walls, 
 But,  "  it  fell  not,"  nor  trembles  from  age. 
 
 Though  -'troubled  on  every  side"  here, 
 
 "  Yet,  distress'd  not,"  nor  daunted  by  ill ; 
 "  Perplex'd,"  but  not  yet  "  in  despair ;" 
 
 Persecut-ed — forsaken  not  still : 
 The  foolish,  the  proud,  may  upbraid, 
 
 All  the  powers  of  darkness  assail ; 
 It  needs  not  the  swx)rd  nor  its  aid, 
 
 He  is  with  it  whose  word  cannot  faiL 
 
 The  church  that  was  built  on  the  rock 
 
 That  for  ages  has  stood,  is  the  same  1 
 Unshaken,  endures  every  shock. 
 
 And  still  bafl!ies  the  enemy's  aim. 
 Though  buffetted  ever  by  foes 
 
 From  without  and  within,  it  remains 
 Triumphant  as  first  when  it  rose 
 
 In  its  truth  o'er  idolatry's  fanes. 
 
518  SACPwED    POETRY. 
 
 MARY  AND  MARTHA. 
 
 [From  the  Parisian  Breviaiy.] 
 
 Flagrans  amove  perditos. 
 
 As  Jesus  sought  his  wandering  sheep, 
 
 With  weary  toil  oppress'd, 
 He  came  to  Martha's  lowly  roof, 
 
 A  loved  and  honor'd  Guest. 
 
 O  bless'd  art  thou,  whose  threshold  poor, 
 
 Those  holy  feet  have  trod. 
 To  wait  on  so  divine  a  Guest, 
 
 And  to  receive  thy  God  ! 
 
 While  Martha  serves  with  busy  feet, 
 
 In  reverential  mood. 
 Meek  Mary  sits  beside  the  Judge, 
 
 And  feeds  on  heavenly  food. 
 
 Yea,  Martha,  soon  herself  shall  sit, 
 
 The  eternal  word  to  hear, 
 And  shall  forget  the  festal  board. 
 
 To  feast  on  holier  cheer. 
 
ST.  FRANCIS    XAVIER.  5l9 
 
 Sole  rest  of  all  that  come  to  Thee, 
 O'er  all  our  works  preside, 
 
 That  we  may  have  in  Thee,  at  last. 
 The  part  that  shall  abide. 
 
 ST.  FRANCIS  XAYIER. 
 
 Lo !  on  the  slope  of  yonder  shore 
 Beneath  that  lonely  shed, — 
 
 A  saint  hath  found  his  conflicts  o'er, 
 And  laid  his  dying  head  I 
 
 No  gloom  of  fear  hath  glazed  his  eye. 
 For  though  loud  billows  roll, — 
 
 The  Aurora  of  Eternity 
 Is  rising  on  his  soul. 
 
 The  glorious  Saviour  of  his  love 
 
 Receives  him  in  his  arms, 
 And  bears  him,  like  a  ransom'd  dove. 
 
 Away  from  all  alaras ! 
 
520  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Champion  of  Jesus ! — man  of  God. 
 
 Servant  of  Christ,  well  done ! 
 Thy  path  of  thorns  hath  now  been  trod, 
 
 Thy  red-cross  crown  is  won  ! 
 
 O'er  the  wide  waste  of  watery  waves. 
 And  leagues  on  leagues  of  land, 
 
 Amidst  a  wilderness  of  graves, 
 With  death  on  every  hand, — 
 
 He  flew  to  woo  and  win  a  world ; 
 
 That  men  might  kiss  the  feet 
 Of  Him,  whose  banner  he  unfurl'd, — 
 
 Father, — Son, — Paraclete ! 
 
 His  tongue,  the  Spirit's  two-edged  sword. 
 
 Had  magic  in  its  blade, — 
 For  while  it  smote  with  every  word, 
 
 It  heal'd  the  wounds  it  made! 
 
 His  lips  were  love,  his  touch  was  power. 
 His  thoughts  were  vivid  flame. 
 
 The  flashes  of  a  thunder-shower — 
 Where'er,  or  when  they  came ! 
 
ST.  FRANCIS    XAVIER.  521 
 
 Around  him  shone  the  light  of  life, 
 Before  him  darkness  fell — 
 
 Satan  receded  from  the  strife, 
 And  sought  his  native  hell ! 
 
 Yet,  who  so  humbly  walk'd  as  he, 
 
 A  conqueror  in  the  field. 
 Wreathing  the  rose  of  victory 
 
 Around  his  radiant  shield  ? 
 
 As  silvery  clouds,  at  eventide, 
 
 Float  on  the  balmy  gale. 
 Nor  seem  to  heed  the  stars  they  hide 
 
 Behind  their  fleecy  veil ; 
 
 So  lowly  sense  of  slightest  worth 
 Fresh  graces  o'er  him  threw ; 
 
 For  he  unconscious  lived  on  earth, 
 Of  all  the  praise  he  drew ! 
 
 Champion  of  Jesus!  on  that  breast 
 From  whence  thy  fervor  flow'd, 
 
 Thou  hast  obtain'd  eternal  rest, 
 The  bosom  of  thy  God ! 
 
522  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Oh !  to  be  one,  through  life  and  death, 
 In  Christ,  with  such  as  thee  : 
 
 And  when  I  yield  my  latest  breath, 
 Do  thou  remember  me ! 
 
 THE  HOLY  CITY. 
 
 Me  receptet  Sion  ilia. 
 
 [From  the  hymn  of  Hildebert,  Archbishop  of  Tours, 
 A.  D.  1133,  Extra  portam  jam  delatum.'] 
 
 Mine  be  Sion's  habitation, 
 Sion,  David's  sure  foundation : 
 Form'd  of  old  by  light's  Creator, 
 Reach'd  by  Him,  the  Mediator  : 
 An  Apostle  guards  the  portal 
 Denizen'd  by  forms  immortal, 
 On  a  jasper  pavement  builded, 
 By  its  Monarch's  radiance  gilded. 
 Peace  there  dwelleth  uninvaded, 
 Spring  perpetual,  light  unfaded : 
 
 J 
 
THE    HOLY    CITY.  523 
 
 Odors  rise  with  airy  lightness ; 
 Harpers  strike  their  harps  of  brightness ; 
 None  one  sigh  for  pleasure  sendeth ; 
 None  can  err,  and  none  ofFendeth ; 
 All,  partakers  of  one  nature, 
 Grow  in  Christ  to  equal  stature. 
 Home  celestial !     Home  eternal ! 
 Home  uprear'd  by  power  Supernal ! 
 Home,  no  change  or  loss  that  fearest, 
 From  afar  my  soul  thou  cheerest : 
 Thee  it  seeketh,  thee  requireth, 
 Thee  affecteth,  thee  desireth. 
 But  the  gladness  of  thy  nation, 
 But  their  fullness  of  salvation. 
 Vainly  moi*tals  strive  to  show  it ; 
 They — and  they  alone— can  know  it. 
 The  redeem'd  from  sin  and  peril, 
 They  who  walk  thy  streets  of  beryl ! 
 Grant  me,  Saviour,  with  thy  Blessed 
 Of  thy  Rest  to  be  possessed, 
 And,  amid  the  joys  it  bringeth, 
 Sing  the  song  that  none  else  singeth ! 
 
524  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 MAETTEDOM  OF  ST.  LUCY. 
 
 We  watch'd,  as  she  linger'd  all  the  day 
 
 Beneath  the  torturer's  skill ; 
 And  we  pray'd  that  the  spirit  might  pass  away, 
 
 And  the  weary  frame  be  still. 
 'Twas  a  long  sharp  struggle  from  darkness  to 
 light, 
 
 And  the  pain  was  fierce  and  sore ; 
 But  she,  we  knew,  in  her  latest  fight 
 
 Must  be  more  than  conqueror ! 
 
 Oh,  what  a  change  had  the  prison  \vrought 
 
 Since  we  gazed  upon  her  last ! 
 And  mournful  the  lessons  her  thin  frame  taught 
 
 Of  the  sufferings  she  had  past : 
 Of  pain  and  sickness — not  of  fear ! 
 
 There  was  courage  in  her  eye : 
 And  she  enter'd  the  amphitheatre 
 
 As  to  triumph,  and  not  to  die ! 
 
 And  once,  when  we  could  not  bear  to  see 
 Her  sufferings,  and  turn'd  the  head, 
 
MARTYRDOM    OF    ST.  LUCY.  525 
 
 "  His  rod  and  His  staff  they  comfort  me," 
 
 The  virgin  martyr  said : 
 It  was  near  the  setting  of  the  sun, 
 
 And  her  voice  wax'd  faint  and  low  ; 
 And  we  knew  that  her  race  was  well-nigh  run. 
 
 And  her  time  drew  near  to  go. 
 
 We  could  almost  deem  the  clouds  that  roll'd 
 
 In  the  ruddy  sun's  decline 
 To  be  chariots  of  fire  and  horses  of  gold 
 
 On  the  steep  of  Mount  Aventine  : 
 Yea,  guardian  angels  bent  their  way 
 
 From  their  own  skies'  cloudless  blue, 
 And  a  triumph  more  glorious  was  thine  to-day 
 
 Than  ever  the  Caesar  knew ! 
 
 We  lay  thee  here  in  the  narrow  cell 
 
 Where  thy  friends  and  brethren  sleep  ; 
 And  we  carve  the  palm,  of  thy  lot  to  tell. 
 
 And  we  do  not  dare  to  weep. 
 Hopefully  wait  we  God's  holy  time 
 
 That  shall  call  us  to  share  thy  rest ; 
 Till  then,  we  must  dwell  in  an  alien  clime, 
 
 While  thou  art  in  Abraham's  breast ! 
 
526  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 ST.  AGNES. 
 
 Deep  on  the  convent  roof  the  snows 
 
 Are  sparkling  to  the  moon ; 
 My  breath  to  heaven  like  vapor  goes : 
 
 May  my  soul  follow  soon ! 
 The  shadows  of  the  convent  towers 
 
 Float  down  the  snowy  sward, 
 Still  creeping  with  the  creeping  hours 
 
 That  lead  me  to  my  Lord : 
 Make  Thou  my  spirit  pure  and  clear 
 
 As  are  the  frosty  skies 
 Or  this  first  snowdrop  of  the  year 
 
 T^hat  in  my  bosom  lies. 
 
 As  these  wMte  robes  are  soil'd  and  dark, 
 
 To  yonder  shining  ground ; 
 As  this  pale  taper's  earthly  spark. 
 
 To  yonder  argent  round ; 
 So  shows  my  soul  before  the  Lamb 
 
 My  spirit  before  Thee ; 
 So  in  my  earthly  house  I  am 
 
 To  that  I  hope  to  be. 
 
ST.  AGNES.  527 
 
 Break  up  the  heavens,  O  Lord !  and  far 
 Through  all  yon  star-light  keen 
 
 Draw  me  thy  bride  a  glittering  star, 
 In  raiment  white  and  clean. 
 
 He  lifts  me  to  the  golden  doors ; 
 
 The  flashes  come  and  go  ! 
 All  heaven  bursts  her  starry  floors, 
 
 And  strews  her  lights  below ; 
 And  deepens  on  and  up !  the  gates 
 
 Roll  back,  and  far  within 
 For  me  the  heavenly  Bridegroom  waits 
 
 To  make  me  pure  of  sin. 
 The  Sabbaths  of  eternity 
 
 One  Sabbath  deep  and  wide — 
 A  light  upon  the  shining  sea — 
 
 The  Bridegroom  with  his  bride ! 
 
528  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 HYlDf  OF  COLMBFS. 
 
 [For  the  anniversary  of  the  discovery  or  Amertca, 
 October  11, 1492.] 
 
 Te  Deum  Laudamus  ! 
 
 This  glorious  morn, 
 From  the  bosom  of  ocean, 
 
 A  world  has  been  born ! 
 And  He,  who  first  kindled 
 
 The  sun  wdth  his  breath. 
 Has  brought  light  from  darkness 
 
 And  life  out  of  death. 
 
 Te  Deum  Laudamus  ! 
 
 Ye  isles  of  the  main, 
 Through  ages  of  error 
 
 That  slumb'rmg  have  lain, 
 Lift  up  your  glad  voices  : 
 
 The  shadow  that  lay 
 Upon  you,  his  presence 
 
 Has  turn'd  into  day ! 
 
 i 
 
THE    SISTER    OF    CHARITY.  529 
 
 Te  Deum  Laudamus  I 
 
 Ye  nations  that  lie 
 In  the  noon-tide  of  truth 
 
 From  the  day-spring  on  high, 
 Your  songs  of  thanksgiving 
 
 To  God,  the  Supreme, 
 Pour  forth  without  ceasing — 
 
 Salvation's  the  theme  I 
 
 THE  SISTER  OP  CHARITY. 
 
 She  once  was  a  lady  of  honor  and  wealth ; 
 Bright  glow'd  in  her  features  the  roses  of  health; 
 Her  vesture  was  blended  of  silk  and  of  gold. 
 And  her  motion  shook  perfume  from  every  fold : 
 Joy  revell'd  around  her — love  shone  at  her  side, 
 And  gay  was  her  smile  as  the  glance  of  a  bride ; 
 And  light  was  her  step  in  the  mirth-sounding 
 
 hall, 
 When  she  heard  of  the  daughters  of  Vincent  de 
 
 Paul. 
 
 34 
 
530  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 I     She  felt  in  her  spirit  the  summons  of  grace, 
 i     That  call'd  her  to  live  for  her  suffering  race ; 
 
 And,  heedless  of  pleasure,  of  comfort,  of  home, 
 i     Rose  quickly,  like  Mary,  and  answer'd  "  I  come." 
 ;     She  put  from  her  person  the  trappings  of  pride, 
 
 And  pass'd  from  her  home  with  the  joy  of  a 
 bride. 
 
 Nor  wept  at  the  threshold  as  onward  she  moved — 
 
 For  her  heart  was  on  fire  in  the  cause  it  approved. 
 
 ,    Lost  ever  to  fashion — ^to  vanity  lost, 
 
 That  beauty  that  once  was  the  song  and  the 
 
 toast — 
 No  more  in  the  ball-room  that  figure  we  meet, 
 But  gliding  at  dusk  to  the  wretch's  retreat. 
 Forgot  in  the  halls  is  that  high-sounding  name. 
 For  the  Sister  of  Charity  blushes  at  fame  : 
 Forgot  are  the  claims  of  her  riches  and  birth, 
 For  she  barters  for  heaven  the  glory  of  earth. 
 
 Those  feet,  that  to  music  could  gracefully  move, 
 Now  bear  her  alone  on  the  mission  of  love ; 
 Those  hands,  that  once  dangled  the  perfume  and 
 
 gem, 
 A'i'e  tending  the  helpless,  or  lifted  for  them ; 
 
THE   SISTER   OF    CHARITY.  531 
 
 That  voice,  that  once  echo'd  the  song  of  the 
 
 vain, 
 Now  whispers  relief  to  the  bosom  of  pain ; 
 And  the  hair  that  was  shining  with  diamond  and 
 
 pearl, 
 Is  wet  with  the  tears  of  the  penitent  girl. 
 
 Her  down-bed,  a  pallet — her  trinkets,  a  bead, 
 Her  lustre — one  taper,  that  serves  her  to  read ; 
 Her  sculpture — the  crucifix  nail'd  by  her  bed ; 
 **   Her  paintings, — one  print  of  the  thorn-crowned 
 head; 
 Her  cushion — the  pavement  that   wearies  her 
 
 knees ; 
 Her  music — ^the  psalm,  or  the  sigh  of  disease : 
 The  delicate  lady  lives  mortified  there. 
 And  the  feast  is  forsaken  for  fasting  and  prayer. 
 
 Yet  not  to  the  service  of  heart  and  of  mind, 
 
 Are  the  cares  of  that  heaven-minded  virgin  con- 
 fined: 
 
 like  Him  whom  she  loves,  to  the  mansions  of 
 grief 
 
 She  hastes  with  the  tidings  of  joy  and  relief. 
 
532  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 She  strengthens  the  weary — she  comforts  the 
 
 weak, 
 And  soft  is  her  voice  in  the  ear  of  the  sick ; 
 Where  want  and  affliction  on  mortals  attend, 
 The  Sister  of  Charity  there  is  a  friend. 
 
 Unshrinking  where  pestilence  scatters  his  breath. 
 Like  an  angel  she  moves,  'mid  the  vapors  of 
 
 death ; 
 Where  rings  the  loud  musket,  and  flashes  the 
 
 sword, 
 Unfearing  she  walks,  for  she  follows  her  Lord. 
 How  sweetly  she  bends  o'er  each  plague-tainted 
 
 face, 
 With  looks  that  are  lighted  with  holiest  grace ; 
 How  kindly  she  dresses  each  suffering  limb. 
 For  she  sees  in  the  wounded  the  image  of  Him. 
 
 Behold  her,  ye  worldly !  behold  her,  ye  vain  ! 
 Who  shrink  from  the  pathway  of  virtue  and  pain ; 
 Who  yield  up  to  pleasure  your  nights  and  your 
 
 days. 
 Forgetful  of  service,  forgetful  of  praise. 
 Ye  lazy  philosophers,  self-seeking  men — 
 Ye  fireside  philanthropists,  great  at  the  pen. 
 
THE    SISTER    OF    MERCY.  533 
 
 How   stands  in    the    balance    your    eloquence 
 
 weigh'd 
 With  the  life  and  the  deeds  of  that  high-born 
 
 maid? 
 
 THE  SISTEE  OP  ITERCY. 
 
 She  kneels  at  the  couch  where  sickness  lies, 
 
 And  soothes  infirmity  there, 
 And,  raising  her  heart  to  the  hope  in  the  skies, 
 
 She  whispers  relief  in  prayer : 
 And  smiles  with  a  beam  such  as  angels  give 
 
 When  the  penitent  soul's  forgiven, 
 And  bids  the  dull  hope  of  sadness  live, 
 
 And  points  to  its  home  in  heaven. 
 
 like  the  ling'ring  beam  that  eve's  decline, 
 
 Will  paint  on  the  vanishing  day, 
 Thus  hope  in  its  parting  light  will  shine, 
 
 Ere  wingeth  its  spirit  away — 
 And  smoothing  in  peace  those  closing  eyes, 
 
 "  Oh !"  exclaims  the  Sister  then, 
 "  Go,  spirit  to  bliss."   "Wide  Heaven  replies, 
 
 "  Amen  !  Amen !  Amen  !" 
 
534  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 THE  ilOTHER  OF  THE  ilACHABEES. 
 
 That  mother  ^iew'd  the  scene  of  blood ; 
 
 Her  six  unconquer'd  sons  were  gone ; 
 Fearless  she  vievv'd — beside  her  stood 
 
 Her  last — her  youngest — dearest  one ; 
 He  looked  upon  her  and  he  smiled ; 
 Oh !  will  she  save  that  only  child  1 
 
 "  By  all  my  love, — my  son,"  she  said, 
 
 "  The   breast    that    nursed, — the   womb   that 
 bore — 
 
 The  unsleeping  care  that  watch'd  thee, — fed, — 
 Till  manhood's  years  required  no  more  ; 
 
 By  all  I've  wept  and  pray'd  for  thee. 
 
 Now,  now,  be  firm  and  pity  me. 
 
 "  Look,  I  beseech  thee,  on  yon  heaven, 
 
 With  its  high  field  of  azure  light ; 
 Look  on  this  earth,  to  mankind  given, 
 
 Array'd  in  beauty  and  in  might, 
 And  think,  nor  scorn  thy*mother's  prayer, 
 On  him  who  said  it — and  they  were ! 
 
MARY   filAGDALEN.  535 
 
 "  So  shalt  thou  not  this  tyrant  fear, 
 Nor,  recreant,  shun  the  glorious  strife  ; 
 
 Behold !  thy  battle-field  is  near ; 
 Then  go,  my  son,  nor  heed  thy  life ; 
 
 Go,  like  thy  faithful  brothers  die, 
 
 That  I  may  meet  you  all  on  high." 
 
 Like  arrow  from  the  bended  bow. 
 He  sprang  upon  the  bloody  pile ; — 
 
 Like  sunrise  on  the  morning's  snow, 
 'Was  that  heroic  mother's  smile  : 
 
 He  died — nor  fear'd  the  tyrant's  nod — 
 
 For  Judah's  law  and  Judah's  God. 
 
 MAEY  MAGDALEN. 
 
 To  the  hall  of  that  feast  came  the  sinful  and  fair ; 
 She  heard  in  the  city  that  Jesus  was  there  ; 
 She  mark'd  not  the  splendor  that  blazed  on  their 
 
 board ; 
 But  silently  knelt  at  the  feet  of  her  Lord. 
 
536  SACRED    POETP..Y. 
 
 The  hair  from  her  forehead,  so  sad  and  so  meek, 
 Hung  dark  o'er  the  blushes  that  burn'd  on  her 
 
 cheek ; 
 And  so  still  and  so  lowly  she  bent  in  her  shame. 
 It  seem'd  as  her  spirit  had  liown  from  its  frame. 
 
 The  frown  and  the  murmur  went  round  through 
 
 them  all. 
 That  one  so  unhallow'd  should  tread  in  that  hall ; 
 And  some  said  the  poor  would  be  objects  more 
 
 meet 
 For  the  wealth  of  the  perfumes  she  shower'd  at 
 
 his  feet. 
 
 She  mark'd  but  her  Saviour,  she  spoke  but  in  sighs, 
 She  dared  not  look  up  to  the  heaven  of  his  eyes ; 
 And  the  hot  tears  gush'd  forth  at  each  heave  of 
 
 her  breast, 
 As  her  lips  to  his  sandals  she  throbbingly  press'd. 
 
 On  the  cloud  after  tempests,  as  shineth  the  bow, 
 In  the  glance  of  the  sun-beam,  as  melteth  the 
 
 snow, 
 He  look'd  on  that  lost  one — her  sins  were  forgiven; 
 And  Mary  went  forth  in  the  beauty  of  heaven. 
 
THE    MILK-WHITE    HIND.  537 
 
 THE  MILK-WHITE  HIXD. 
 [From  Dryden's  "  Hind  and  Panther."] 
 
 A  MILK-WHITE  hind,  immortal  and  unchanged, 
 Fed  on  the  lawns,  and  in  the  forest  ranged. 
 Without  unspotted,  innocent  within  ; 
 She  fear'd  no  danger,  for  she  knew  no  sin, — 
 Yet  had  she   oft  been  chased  with   horns  and 
 
 hounds 
 And  Scythian  shafts,  and  many  winged  wounds, 
 Aim'd  at  her  heart ;  was  often  forced  to  fly, 
 And  doom'd  to  death,  though  fated  not  to  die. 
 Not  so  her  young :  for  their  unequal  line 
 Was  hero's  make,  half  human,  half  divine. 
 Their  earthly  mould  obnoxious  was  to  fate, 
 Th'  immortal  part  assumed  immortal  state. 
 Of  these  a  slaughter'd  army  lay  in  blood, 
 Extended  o'er  the  Caledonian  wood ; 
 Their  native  walk :  whose  vocal  blood  arose, 
 And  cry'd  for  pardon  on  their  perjured  foes. 
 Their  fate  was  fruitful,  and  the  sanguine  seed. 
 Indued  with  souls,  increased  the  sacred  breed. 
 
538  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 So  captive  Israel  multiplied  in  chains, 
 A  numerous  exile,  and  enjoy 'd  her  pains. 
 With  grief  and  gladness  mix'd,  the  mother  vdew'd 
 Her  martyr'd  oifspring,  and  their  race  renew'd : 
 Their  corpse  to  perish,  but  their  kind  to  last, 
 So  much  the  deathless  plant  the  dying  fruit  sur- 
 
 pass'd. 
 Pantive  and  pensive  now  she  ranged  alone, 
 And  wander'd  in  the  kingdoms  once  her  own. 
 The  common  hunt,  though  from  their  rage  re- 
 
 strain'd 
 By  sovereign  power,  her  company  disdain'd, 
 Grinn'd  as  they  pass'd,  and  with  a  glaring  eye 
 Gave  gloomy  signs  of  secret  enmity. 
 'Tis  true,  she  bounded  by,  and  tripp'd  so  light, 
 They  had  not  time  to  take  a  steady  sight : 
 For  truth  has  such  a  face  and  such  a  mien, 
 As,  to  be  loved,  needs  only  to  be  seen. 
 
THE    SODALISt's    HYMN.  539 
 
 THE  SODALIST'S  HYMN. 
 
 Children  of  Mary,  high  your  voices  raise ! 
 
 Ye,  on  whom  she  casts  a  tenderest  eye ; 
 Children  of  God  sing  her  immortal  praise. 
 
 And  all  exalt  her  glory  to  the  sky. 
 I  see  ascending  to  her  glorious  throne, 
 
 The  fervent  prayer  of  every  Sodalist ; 
 Each  heart  erects  an  altar  to  her  name, 
 
 Where  Mary  lives  in  everlasting  fame. 
 
 Children  of  Mary,  &c. 
 
 When  gloomy  sorrow  racks  her  children's  heart, 
 
 Mary  is  present  to  bestow  relief; 
 She  chases  grief  and  sad  affliction's  smart, 
 
 And  in  our  sorrow  blends  maternal  grief. 
 Fly,  fly  to  her,  beneath  her  tender  wing, 
 
 Leave  sorrow  and  the  tears  of  grief  that  flow ; 
 For  you  she'll  pray,  and  from  the  eternal  king, 
 
 She'll  force  the  arms  of  vengeance  and  of  woe. 
 Children  of  Mary,  &c.  j 
 
540  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Happy  Socialists,  who  from  life's  earliest  scene 
 
 Strive  and  delight  your  mother  still  to  love, 
 Hasten  to  Mary,  send  your  fervent  prayer ; 
 
 Mary,  the  children's  refuge  and  delight ! 
 Yes,  'tis  her  pleasure  to  assist  each  child 
 
 Who  calls  upon  her  aid  in  humble  prayer ; 
 Past  ages  speak !  oh  was  there  ever  one 
 
 Whose  vows  our  mother  dear  refused  to  hear  ? 
 
 Children  of  Mary,  &c. 
 
 Temple  divine !  asylum  of  my  heart ! 
 
 O  must  I  quit  thy  house  where  pleasures  reign  ? 
 Alas  !  O  mother,  must  I  thus  depart 
 
 To  tempt  the  dangers  of  this  world  of  pain  ? 
 O  Mary !  my  mother,  to  death  I  run, 
 
 The  flood  of  scandal  inundates  this  plain; 
 Watch  o'er  my  soul ;  protect  thy  sodaUst ; 
 
 O  be  my  guide — let  not  this  prayer  be  vain. 
 Children  of  Mary,  &c. 
 
TRUE    LOVE.  541 
 
 TEUE  LOVE. 
 
 O  SEE  how  Jesus  trusts  Himself 
 
 Unto  our  childish  love, 
 As  though  by  his  free  ways  with  us 
 
 Our  earnestness  to  prove ! 
 
 God  gives  Himself  as  Mary's  Babe 
 
 To  sinners'  trembling  arms, 
 And  veils  his  everlasting  light 
 
 In  childhood's  feeble  charms. 
 
 His  sacred  Name  a  common  word 
 
 On  earth  He  loves  to  hear ; 
 There  is  no  majesty  in  Him 
 
 Which  love  may  not  come  near. 
 
 His  priests,  they  bear  Him  in  their  hands, 
 
 Helpless  as  babe  can  be ; 
 His  love  seems  very  foolishness 
 
 For  its  simplicity. 
 
642  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 The  light  of  love  is  round  his  feet, 
 
 His  paths  are  never  dim ; 
 And  He  comes  nigh  to  us  ^hen  we 
 
 Dare  not  come  nigh  to  Him. 
 
 Let  us  be  simple  with  Him  then, 
 Not  backward,  stiff,  or  cold, 
 
 As  though  our  Bethlehem  could  be 
 What  Sina  was  of  old. 
 
 His  love  of  us  may  teach  us  how 
 
 To  love  Him  in  return  ; 
 Love  cannot  help  but  grow  more  free 
 
 The  more  its  transports  burn. 
 
 The  solemn  fnee,  the  downcast  eye, 
 The  words  constrain'd  and  cold, — 
 
 These  are  the  homage,  poor  at  best, 
 Of  those  outside  the  fold. 
 
 They  know  not  how  our  God  can  play 
 The  Babe's,  the  Brother's  part; 
 
 They  dream  not  of  the  ways  He  has 
 Of  i:;'ettino-  at  the  heart. 
 
TRUE    LOVE.  543 
 
 Most  winningly  He  lowers  Himself, 
 Yet  they  dare  not  come  near ; 
 
 They  cannot  know  in  their  blind  place 
 The  love  that  casts  out  fear. 
 
 In  lowest  depths  of  littleness 
 
 God  sinks  to  gain  our  love  ; 
 They  put  away  the  sign  in  fear, 
 
 And  our  free  ways  reprove.  • 
 
 O  that  they  knew  what  Jesus  was, 
 
 And  what  untold  abyss 
 Lies  in  love's  simple  forwardness 
 
 Of  more  than  earthly  bliss ! 
 
 O  that  they  knew  what  faith  can  work ! 
 
 What  Sacraments  can  do ! 
 What  simple  love  is  like,  on  fire 
 
 In  hearts  absolved  and  true ! 
 
 How  can  they  tell  how  Jesus  oft 
 
 His  secret  thirst  will  slake, 
 On  those  strange  freedoms  childlike  hearts 
 
 Are  taught  by  God  to  take  ? 
 
544  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 Poor  souls !  they  know  not  how  to  love ; 
 
 They  feel  not  Jesus  near; 
 And  they  who  know  not  how  to  love 
 
 Still  less  know  how  to  fear. 
 
 The  humbling  of  the  Incarnate  Word 
 
 They  have  not  faith  to  face ; 
 And  how  shall  they  who  have  not  faith 
 
 Attain  love's  better  grace  ? 
 
 The  awe  that  lies  too  deep  for  words, 
 Too  deep  for  solemn  looks, — 
 
 It  finds  no  way  into  the  face. 
 No  spoken  vent  in  books. 
 
 They  would  not  speak  in  measured  tones, 
 
 If  love  had  in  them  wrought 
 Until  their  spirits  had  been  hush'd 
 
 In  reverential  thought 
 
 They  would  have  smiled  in  playful  ways 
 
 To  ease  their  fervid  heart. 
 And  learn'd  with  other  simple  souls 
 
 To  play  love's  crafty  part. 
 
TRUE    LOVE.  545 
 
 They  would  have  run  away  from  God 
 For  their  own  vileness'  sake, 
 
 And  fear'd  lest  some  interior  light 
 From  tell-tale  eyes  should  break. 
 
 They  know  not  how  the  outward  smile 
 
 The  inward  awe  can  prove  ; 
 They  fathom  not  the  creature's  fear 
 
 Of  Uncreated  Love. 
 
 The  majesty  of  God  ne'er  broke 
 
 On  them  like  fire  at  night, 
 Flooding  their  stricken  souls,  while  they 
 
 Lay  trembling  in  the  light. 
 
 They  love  not;  for  they  have  not  kiss'd 
 
 The  Saviour's  outer  hem  : 
 They  fear  not ;  for  the  Living  God 
 
 Is  yet  unknown  to  them ! 
 
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546  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 THE  EIGHT  MUST  WIN. 
 
 O  IT  is  hard  to  work  for  God, 
 
 To  rise  and  take  his  part 
 Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth, 
 
 And  not  sometimes  lose  heart ! 
 
 He  hides  Himself  so  wondrously, 
 As  though  there  were  no  God ; 
 
 He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 
 Of  ill  are  most  abroad  : 
 
 Or  He  deserts  us  at  the  heur 
 
 The  fight  is  all  but  lost ; 
 And  seems  to  leave  us  to  ourselves 
 
 Just  when  we  need  Him  most. 
 
 O  there  is  less  to  try  our  faith, 
 
 In  our  mysterious  creed, 
 Than  in  the  godless  look  of  earth 
 
 In  these  our  hours  of  need. 
 
THE    RIGHT    MUST   WIN.  547 
 
 111  masters  good ;  good  seems  to  change 
 
 To  ill  with  greatest  ease  ; 
 And,  worst  of  all,  the  good  with  good 
 
 Is  at  cross  purposes. 
 
 The  Church,  the  Sacraments,  the  Faith, 
 
 Their  uphill  journey  take. 
 Lose  here  what  there  they  gain,  and,  if 
 
 We  lean  upon  them,  break. 
 
 It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks ; 
 
 And  we  lose  courage  then ; 
 And  doubts  will  come  if  God  hath  kept 
 
 His  promises  to  men. 
 
 Ah !  God  is  other  than  we  think ; 
 
 His  ways  are  far  above. 
 Far  beyond  reason's  height,  and  reaeh'd 
 
 Only  by  childlike  love. 
 
 The  look,  the  fashion  of  God's  ways  * 
 
 Love's  lifelong  study  are ; 
 She  can  be  bold,  and  guess,  and  act, 
 
 When  reason  would  not  dare. 
 
548  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 She  has  a  prudence  of  her  own ; 
 
 Her  step  is  firm  and  free ; 
 Yet  there  is  cautious  science  too 
 
 In  her  simplicity. 
 
 Workman  of  God !  O  lose  not  heart, 
 
 But  learn  what  God  is  like ; 
 And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
 
 Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 
 
 O  bless'd  is  he  to  whom  is  given 
 
 The  instinct  that  can  tell 
 That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 
 
 Is  most  invisible ! 
 
 And  bless'd  is  he  who  can  divine 
 
 Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
 And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
 
 Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye ! 
 
 O  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men ! 
 
 O  learn  to  lose  with  God ! 
 For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
 
 And  beckons  thee  his  road. 
 
THE    RIGHT    MUST    WIN.  549 
 
 God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 
 Most  strange  in  all  its  ways, 
 
 And,  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 
 What  men  agree  to  praise. 
 
 As  He  can  endless  glory  weave 
 From  time's  misjudging  shame. 
 
 In  his  own  world  He  is  content 
 To  play  a  losing  game. 
 
 Muse  on  his  justice,  downcast  Soul ! 
 
 Muse  and  take  better  heart; 
 Back  with  thine  angel  to  the  field, 
 
 Good  luck  shall  crown  thy  part! 
 
 God's  justice  is  a  bed  where  we 
 Our  anxious  hearts  may  lay, 
 
 And,  weary  with  ourselves,  may  sleep 
 Our  discontent  away. 
 
 For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God ; 
 
 And  right  the  day  must  win ; 
 To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
 
 To  falter  would  be  sin ! 
 
650  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 PEEPECTION. 
 
 O  HOW  the  thought  of  God  attracts 
 And  draws  the  heart  from  earth, 
 
 And  sickens  it  of  passing  shows 
 And  dissipating  mirth ! 
 
 'Tis  not  enough  to  save  our  souls, 
 
 To  shun  the  eternal  fires ; 
 The  thought  of  God  will  rouse  the  heart 
 
 To  more  sublime  desires. 
 
 God  only  is  the  creature's  home, 
 Though  long  and  rough  the  road ; 
 
 Yet  nothing  less  can  satisfy 
 The  love  that  longs  for  God. 
 
 O  utter  but  the  Name  of  God 
 Down  in  your  heart  of  hearts, 
 
 And  see  how  from  the  world  at  once 
 All  tempting  light  departs. 
 
PERFECTION.  551 
 
 A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye, 
 
 Can  win  their  way  above ; 
 If  mountains  can  be  moved  by  faith, 
 
 Is  there  less  power  in  love  ? 
 
 How  little  of  that  road,  my  soul ! 
 
 How  little  hast  thou  gone ! 
 Take  heart,  and  let  the  thought  of  God 
 
 Allure  thee  further  on. 
 
 The  freedom  from  all  wilful  sin. 
 The  Christian's  daily  task, — 
 
 O  these  are  graces  far  below 
 What  longing  love  would  ask ! 
 
 Dole  not  thy  duties  out  to  God, 
 
 But  let  thy  hand  be  free  : 
 Look  long  at  Jesus ;  his  sweet  Blood, 
 
 How  was  it  dealt  to  thee  ? 
 
 The  perfect  way  is  hard  to  flesh ; 
 
 It  is  not  hard  to  love ; 
 If  thou  wert  sick  for  want  of  God, 
 
 How  swiftly  wouldst  thou  move ! 
 
552  SACRED    POETRY, 
 
 Good  is  the  cloister's  silent  shade, 
 Cold  watch  and  pining  fast ; 
 
 Better  the  mission's  wearing  strife. 
 If  there  thy  lot  be  cast. 
 
 Yet  none  of  these  perfection  needs : — 
 Keep  thy  heart  calm  all  day, 
 
 And  catch  the  words  the  Spirit  there 
 From  hour  to  hour  may  say. 
 
 O  keep  thy  conscience  sensitive ; 
 
 No  inward  token  miss ; 
 And  go  where  grace  entices  thee ; — 
 
 Perfection  lies  in  this. 
 
 Be  docile  to  thine  unseen  Guide, 
 Love  Him  as  He  loves  thee  ; 
 
 Time  and  obedience  are  enough, 
 And  thou  a  Saint  shalt  be ! 
 
CONVERSION.  553 
 
 COMERSIOK 
 
 O  Faith  !  thou  workest  miracles 
 
 Upon  the  hearts  of  men, 
 Choosing  thy  home  in  those  same  hearts 
 
 We  know  not  how  or  when. 
 
 To  one  thy  grave  unearthly  truths 
 
 A  heavenly  vision  seem ; 
 While  to  another's  eye  they  are 
 
 A  superstitious  dream. 
 
 To  one  the  deepest  doctrines  look 
 
 So  naturally  true, 
 That  when  he  learns  the  lesson  first 
 
 He  hardly  thinks  it  new. 
 
 To  other  hearts  the  selfsame  truths 
 
 No  light  or  heat  can  bring ; 
 They  are  but  puzzling  phrases  strung 
 
 Like  beads  upon  a  string. 
 
554  SACRED    POETRY. 
 
 O  Gift  of  Gifts !    O  Grace  of  Faith ! 
 
 'My  God !  how  can  it  be 
 That  Thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 
 I  Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 
 
 There  was  a  place,  there  was  a  time. 
 
 Whether  by  night  or  day, 
 Thy  spirit  came  and  left  that  gift. 
 
 And  went  upon  his  way. 
 
 How  many  hearts  Thou  mightst  have  had 
 
 More  innocent  than  mine ! 
 How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
 
 Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine ! 
 
 Ah  Grace !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 
 
 It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 
 The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
 
 In  darkest  spots  a  home. 
 
 How  will  they  die,  how  will  they  die, 
 
 How  bear  the  cross  of  grief. 
 Who  have  not  got  the  light  of  faith. 
 
 The  courage  of  belief  ? 
 
CONVERSION.  555 
 
 The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross 
 Seem  trifles  less  than  Hght, — 
 
 Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 
 WTien  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 
 
 O  happy,  happy  that  I  am ! 
 
 If  thou  canst  be,  O  Faith ! 
 The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
 
 What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 
 
 Thy  choice,  O  God  of  Goodness !  then 
 
 I  lovingly  adore ; 
 O  give  me  grace  to  keep  thy  grace, 
 
 And  grace  to  merit  more ! 
 
Bbh  ^klxi  sit  glnriE 
 (fjtts  pB  mil  film, 
 €m  IpiritH  f  nrnrlitn, 
 
 €n  (0ni  tljB  M^n,  glnrii  te, 
 flni  untn  Cljrist  liis  nultj  Inn, 
 Cngrilji^r  initji  tjir  Inli;  (0lni3t; 
 Snm  nni  fnr  nil  Bttrnitti, 
 
ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 CONTAINING  EVKEY  PIECE,  EITHBR  BY  ITS  FISST  LINE  OB  TITLE. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Above  the  starry  spheres Caswall.. . .  150 
 
 After  Communion W.  Young.   438 
 
 After  Communion J.  R.  Beste.  439 
 
 Again  the  slowly  circling  year Caswall. . . .  152 
 
 Again  the  Sunday  morn Caswall.. . .  336 
 
 Ah !  dearest  Lord,  I  cannot  pray Faber 451 
 
 AU  hail,  dear  conqueror,  all  hail Faber 355 
 
 All  Saints Bnjdges.  . .  397 
 
 All  ye  who  groan,  beneath Caswall. . . .  323 
 
 All  ye  who  seek  a  certain  cure Caswall. ...  166 
 
 All  ye  who  seek,  in  hope  and  love Caswall. ...  211 
 
 "  And  Jesus  wept" Brydges. . .  494 
 
 An  exile  for  the  Faith Caswall 331 
 
 Ark  of  the  Covenant !  not  that Caswall 164 
 
 Ash- Wednesday J.  R.  Beste.  352 
 
 As  the  Sun .Anon 502 
 
 At  evening's  silent  hour Anon 404 
 
 At  the  Cross  her  station  keeping Caswall 182 
 
 Bathed  in  Eternity's  all-beauteous  beam Caswall 203 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb Brydges. . .  366 
 
 Bethlehem !  of  noblest  cities Caswall 100 
 
 Blessed  Lamb !  on  Calvaiy's  mountain Brydges. . .  369 
 
 Blest  Guardian  of  all  virgin  souls Caswall. . . .  226 
 
 Blest  Messenger  of  Heaven !  thou  didst Caswall 229 
 
 Blest  Spirits  of  Light !  O  ye  have  not  forsaken  Anov 482 
 
55S                          ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 Rritrhf    Ancrpla    -whn  attpnd 
 
 .  Jlnon 
 
 PA6B 
 
 . .  466 
 
 Cheer  up !  desponding  soul 
 
 . .  Brydges.  . 
 
 ..  436 
 
 Christ's  peerless  crown  is  pictured  in. . . . 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..  115 
 
 Come,  darkness,  spread  o'er  Heav'n  thy  pall  Caszoo//.. . 
 
 ..  218 
 
 Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  through  each  heaitCaswall. . . 
 
 ..     56 
 
 Come,  0  Creator  Spirit 
 
 ..CaswalL., 
 
 ..  334 
 
 Come,  0  Creator  Spirit  blest 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..   149 
 
 Come,  wandering  sheep,  0  come ! 
 
 ..  495 
 
 Corpus  Christi 
 
 ..Faber 
 
 ..  363 
 
 Creator  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 
 
 ..Dry  den... 
 
 ..  374 
 
 Darker  and  darker  fall  around . . 
 
 ..  496 
 
 Daughter  of  Da\id,  ever  fair 
 
 ..Brydges.  . 
 
 ..  389 
 
 Daughter  of  Sion !  cease  thy  bitter  tears  . 
 
 . .  Caswall. . . 
 
 ..   107 
 
 Daughters  of  Sion !  royal  maids 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..   114 
 
 Dear  Angel !  ever  at  my  side 
 
 ..Faber 
 
 ..  419 
 
 Dear  Husband  of  Mary !  dear  nurse  of  her 
 
 \^  Faber 
 
 ..  413 
 
 child 
 
 Dear  little  one !  how  sweet  Thou  art  ... . 
 
 ..Faber 
 
 ..  370 
 
 ..  415 
 
 Distractions  in  Prayer 
 
 ..Faber 
 
 ..  451 
 
 Down  in  adoration  falling 
 
 . .  Caswall. . . 
 
 ..   138 
 
 DoYolnfrv                                             
 
 ..  556 
 
 Dread  Framer  of  the  earth  and  sky 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..     52 
 
 Dryness  in  Prayer 
 
 . .  Faber 
 
 ..  298 
 
 Eternal  Glory  of  the  heavens 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..     77 
 
 Faithful  Cross,  0  Tree  all  beauteous 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..  278 
 
 Faith  of  our  Fathers 
 
 ..Faber 
 
 ..  510 
 
 Father  of  lights !  one  glance  of  thine 
 
 ..^Caswall... 
 
 ..  207 
 
 First  flmuprpt  nf  thp  Hpsprt  wild 
 
 ,  .Jlnon 
 
 ..  422 
 
 Forth  comes  the  Standard  of  the  King  . . 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..   135 
 
 Forth  Ipt  thp  Innc  nrnpps^inn  stream  .... 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..  129 
 
ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 559     1 
 
 1 
 
 Forth  to  the  paschal  Victim,  Christians,  bringCasKjoZ/.. . 
 
 PAUK 
 
 ..  279 
 
 From  highest  Heaven,  the  Father's  Son  . . 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 ..  272 
 
 From  the  far-blazing  gate  of  morn 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 ..     95 
 
 From  the  truth  thy  soul  to  turn 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 ..   187 
 
 Gate  of  immortal  bliss 
 
 .  Brydges.  . 
 
 ..  392 
 
 Gentle  star  of  ocean 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 ..  243 
 
 Giver  of  life,  eternal  Lord 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 ..  239 
 
 Glory  and  praise  to  Thee,  Redeemer  blest 
 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 
 ..  277 
 
 Glory  of  Iberia's  throne 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 ..   186 
 
 God  and  Heaven 
 
 ..Anon 
 
 ..506       , 
 
 God,  in  whom  all  grace  doth  dwell 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 ..219 
 
 Grateful  notes  to  Heaven  ascending 
 
 .Simiott.  . 
 
 ..  416 
 
 Hail,  City  of  refuge 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..  304 
 
 Hail,  Dial  of  Achaz 
 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 
 ..  304 
 
 Hail !  holy  Joseph,  had 
 
 .Faber 
 
 ..  411 
 
 Had,  holy  Virgin !  Mary,  hail 
 
 .Brydges. 
 
 ..  400 
 
 Hail,  Jesus,  hail,  who  for  my  sake 
 
 .  Faber 
 
 ..   347 
 
 Hail,  Mother  most  pure 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..   306 
 
 Hail,  O  Queen  of  Heaven  enthroned 
 
 .  CasijDall. . . 
 
 ..     85 
 
 Hail,  Queen  of  the  Heavens 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..  300 
 
 Hail,  Solomon's  throne 
 
 .  Caswall. . 
 
 ..  302 
 
 Hail,  Spear  and  Nails !  erewhile  despised 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..   122 
 
 Hail  to  Thee !  true  Body,  sprung 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..  295 
 
 Hail,  Virginal  Mother 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..  303 
 
 Hail,  Vij-gin  most  wise 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..301       \ 
 
 Hail,  wounds !  which  through  eternal  years  Caswall.. 
 
 ..  132      , 
 
 Hark !  an  awful  voice  is  sounding 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..     92 
 
 Have  mercy  on  us,  God  most  high 
 
 .Faber 
 
 ..350       1 
 
 Have  mercy  Thou,  most  gracious  Lord  . . 
 
 .Amn 
 
 ..  432 
 
 Head  of  the  Hosts  in  glory 
 
 . .  Brydges. 
 
 ..397 
 
 He  who  once,  in  righteous  vengeance  . . . 
 
 .Caswall.. 
 
 ..181       1 
 
560  ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 PAGB 
 
 Hear'st  thou,  my  soul,  what  serious  things.  Crashaw. . . .  376 
 
 Hibernia's  Champion  Saint,  all  hail 418 
 
 High  let  us  all  our  voices  raise Caswall 269 
 
 His  sacred  feet  with  teai-s  of  agony Caswall 208 
 
 Holy  Communion Anon^ 437 
 
 Holy  Mother,  pierce  me  through Caswall 184 
 
 Holy  of  Holies !  rend  the  veil Brydges.  . . .  391 
 
 Holy  Spirit !  Lord  of  light Caswall 280 
 
 Hymn  for  Confirmation Brydges.  . . .  442 
 
 Hjinn  of  Columbus C.J.  Cannon.  528 
 
 Hymn  of  theCalabrian  shepherds  to  theB.V^non 496 
 
 Hymn  to  my  Guardian  Angel Faber 429 
 
 Hymn  to  Our  B.  Lady  for  the  souls  in  )  „  ,  .^ 
 
 Purgatory S 
 
 Hymn  to  St.  Joseph Faber 411 
 
 Hymn  to  the  Infant  Jesus Faber 370 
 
 Hymn  to  the  Most  Holy  Trinity Faber 350 
 
 In  caves  of  the  lone  wilderness  thy  youth. .  Caswall 201 
 
 I  worship  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God Faber 443 
 
 Jerusalem,  thou  City  blest Caswall 270 
 
 Jesu !  as  though  Thyself  wert  here Caswall 128 
 
 Jesu,  brightness  of  the  Father Caswall 235 
 
 Jesu,  Creator  of  the  world Caswall 161 
 
 Jesu !  eternal  Truth  sublime Caswall 264 
 
 Jesu !  I  ray  cross  have  taken Brydges. . . .  461 
 
 Jesu !  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all Faber 363 
 
 Jesu,  Redeemer  of  the  world Caswall 94 
 
 Jesus  crucified Faber 478 
 
 Jesus  in  the  Blessed  Sacrament Anon 433 
 
 Jesus  Risen Faber 355 
 
 Jesu !  the  very  thought  of  Thee Caswall 162 
 
ENGLISH   INDEX. 
 
 561 
 
 Caswall 173 
 
 Joseph !  our  certain  hope  of  life Caswall 180 
 
 Joseph,  pure  spouse  of  that  immortal  bride  Caswall 178 
 
 Joy  to  thee,  O  Queen  of  Heaven Caswall 85 
 
 Lady  of  Loretto Brydges. . . .  400 
 
 Lady !  star  of  brightest  ray Bowring 405 
 
 Lead  us,  gi-eat  teacher  Paul,  in  wisdom's 
 
 ways 
 
 Let  the  deep  organ  swell  the  lay C.  C.  Pise.. .  421 
 
 Let  us  arise  and  watch  ere  dawn  of  light . .  Caswall 51 
 
 Let  us  with  hearts  renew'd Caswall 158 
 
 Lift  to  the  skies,  great  Rome,  Martina's  t  _,         ..  -.-. 
 
 name ) 
 
 "  Lift  up  your  hearts."    Yes,  I  will  lift Anon 449 
 
 Light !  Light !  Infinite  Light ! Brydges 395 
 
 Light  of  the  soul,  O  Saviour  blest Caswall 212 
 
 Lo,  fainter  now  lie  spread  the  shades  of 
 
 night  
 
 Lo !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending Brydges.  . . .  380 
 
 Lo !  how  the  savage  crew Caswall 163 
 
 Lord  of  all  power !  at  whose  command Caswall 74 
 
 Lord  of  eternal  purity Caswall 70 
 
 Lord  of  eternal  truth  and  might Caswall 57 
 
 Lord  of  immensity  sublime Caswall 63 
 
 Lo  !  upon  the  Altar  lies Caswall 380 
 
 Lovely  flowers  of  martyrs,  hail Caswall 98 
 
 Maker  of  Heaven,  Eternal  Light Caswall 89 
 
 Maker  of  men !  who  by  Thyself Caswall 78 
 
 Martyrdom  of  St.  Lucy J^Teale 524 
 
 Martyr  of  unconquered  might Caswall 255 
 
 Mary  and  Martha Anon 518 
 
 Mary  Magdalen Callanan 535 
 
 36 
 
 Caswall 54 
 
 ^ 
 
562                          ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 Mild  and  serene  ye  angels  appear 
 
 PAGB 
 
 ..  430 
 
 Mine  be  Sion's  habitation 
 
 ..JVeo/e 
 
 .  522 
 
 Month  of  May 
 
 . .  407 
 
 Most  Holy  Name  of  Jesus 
 
 . .  Crashaw. . 
 
 ..  503 
 
 Mother  of  Almighty  God 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..  225 
 
 Mother  of  Christ !  hear  thou  thy  people's  cry  Caswall... 
 
 ..     84 
 
 Mother  of  mercy,  hail,  0  gentle  Queen  . . 
 
 . .  Caswall.. . 
 
 ..     86 
 
 Mother  of  our  Lord  and  Saviour 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..   196 
 
 My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 
 
 ..CaswalL.. 
 
 ..  338 
 
 My  God,  ray  life,  my  love 
 
 .  .Anon, 
 
 ..  433 
 
 My  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  for  God  ?. . 
 
 ..Faber 
 
 ..  446 
 
 My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee 
 
 . .  Brydges.  . 
 
 ..   133     ! 
 
 Nigrher  still,  and  still  more  nigh 
 
 . .  Caswall. . . 
 
 ..286     1 
 
 Noble  Champion  of  the  Lord 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 .   191     ' 
 
 No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky 
 
 ..Faier 
 
 ..  486 
 
 Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  royal  feast 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..   140 
 
 Now  daily  shines  the  sun  more  fair 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..253 
 
 Now  doth  the  fiery  sun  decline 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..     82 
 
 Now  doth  the  fiery  sun  decline 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..154     i 
 
 Now  doth  the  sun  ascend  the  sky 
 
 . .  Caswall. . . 
 
 ..     55 
 
 Now  let  the  earth  with  joy  resound 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..  248 
 
 Now  let  us  sit  and  weep 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..   109 
 
 Now,  while  the  herald  bird  of  day 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 .     65 
 
 Now  with  the  fast-departing  light 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 .     83 
 
 Now  with  the  rising  golden  dawn 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..     73 
 
 Now  with  the  slow- revolving  year 
 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 
 .  118 
 
 O  blessed  Saint,  of  snow-white  purity   . . 
 
 .Caswall... 
 
 .  202 
 
 O  blest  Creator  of  the  light 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 .     59 
 
 0  blest  Creator  of  the  world 
 
 . .  Caswall. . . 
 
 .     68 
 
 O  bounteous  Framer  of  the  globe 
 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 
 .     67 
 
 O  Captain  of  the  Martyr  host 
 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 
 .  328 
 
ENGLISH   INDEX. 
 
 563 
 
 0  Christ !  the  beauty  of  the  angel  worlds 
 1     0  Christ,  the  glory  of  the  angel  choirs  . . . 
 
 0  Christ,  thy  guilty  people  spare 
 
 O  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile 
 
 . .  Caswall. . . 
 ..Caswall... 
 . .  Caswall. . . 
 
 PAGE 
 
 .  177 
 .  236 
 
 .237 
 
 .  478 
 
 0  cruel  Herod !  why  thus  fear 
 
 . .  Caswall.. . 
 
 ..     99 
 
 O  for  the  happy  days  gone  by 
 
 O'erwhelm'd  in  depths  of  woe 
 
 ..Faber 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 ..  457 
 .   112 
 
 Ofttimes,  when  hemm'd  around  by  hos- 
 tile arms 
 
 j  Caswall. . . 
 
 .   194 
 
 O  glory  and  high  boast 
 
 O  Godhead  hid,  devoutly  I  adore  Thee  . . 
 ;     Oh,  come,  all  ye  faithful 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 ..Caswall... 
 ..Caswall... 
 
 .  231 
 .  293 
 .  296 
 
 1     Oh !  how  the  Heart  of  Mary  burns 
 
 Oh !  that  it  were  as  it  was  wont  to  be 
 
 .  W.  Young. 
 . .  Crashaw. . 
 
 .  213 
 .  503 
 
 Oh,  tm-n  those  blessed  points,  all  bathed 
 i     O  Jesu :  King  most  wonderful 
 
 ..Caswall... 
 .Caswall... 
 
 .   123 
 .   103 
 
 0  Jesu :  life-spring  of  the  soul 
 
 j     0  Jesu!  our  Redemption 
 
 0  Jesu !  Thou  the  beauty  art 
 
 0  pm-est  of  creatures!   sweet  Mother! 
 sweet  Maid! 
 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 .Caswall... 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 
 ]^  Faber 
 
 .   188 
 .  333 
 .   104 
 
 .  383 
 
 0  Queen  of  all  the  Virgin  choir 
 
 0  Queen  of  Sorrows !  raise  thine  eyes  . . . 
 
 .Caswall... 
 ..Faber 
 
 .  246 
 
 .  482 
 
 0  mighty  Mother !  why  that  light  ? 
 
 0  saving  Victim !  opening  wide 
 
 0  Sion,  open  wide  thy  gates 
 
 0  Thou  eternal  King  most  high . , 
 
 1     O  Thou  eternal  Source  of  love 
 
 ..Faber 
 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 .Caswall... 
 .Caswall... 
 .Caswall... 
 
 .  490 
 .  161 
 .  316 
 .  147 
 .     79 
 
 O  Thou  eternal  Source  of  love 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .  155 
 
 0  Thou,  of  all  thy  warriors  Lord 
 
 0  Thou  pure  light  of  soula  that  love 
 
 .  Caswall. . . 
 .Caswall... 
 
 .  254 
 .  145 
 
564                          ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 0  Thou,  the  Father's  Image  blest  
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 PAGE 
 
 61 
 
 O  Thou,  the  Heaven's  eternal  King 
 
 .  Caswall. . . . 
 
 .  142 
 
 O  Thou,  the  Martyrs'  glorious  King 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .  259 
 
 0  Thou,  thy  Mother's  Maker,  hail 
 
 .Caswall 
 
 .  267 
 
 O  Thou  true  life  of  aU  that  live 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .     58 
 
 O  Thou,  who  dost  all  natui-e  sway 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 .     75 
 
 O  Thou,  who  dost  aU  nature  sway 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 .   155 
 
 0  Thou,  who  thine  own  Father's  breast  . 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 .     91 
 
 O  turn  to  Jesus,  Mother,  turn 
 
 .  Faber 
 
 .  402 
 
 Our  limbs  with  tranquil  sleep  refreshed  . 
 
 .Caswall 
 
 .     60 
 
 O  what  could  my  Jesus  do  more  ? 
 
 .  Anon 
 
 .  437 
 
 O  ye  angelic  bands,  attend 
 
 .  424 
 
 Peter,  blest  Shepherd  !  hear  oui-  piteous  cry  Caswall 
 
 .   172 
 
 Peter,  whatever  thou  shalt  bind  on  earth. 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 171 
 
 Portuguese  Hymn  to  the  B.  Virgin 
 
 .  Anon 
 
 .  499 
 
 Praise  we  those  ministers  celestial 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .  221     1 
 
 Prayer  of  the  contrite  sinner 
 
 .Anon 
 
 432     \ 
 
 Preparative  to  Prayer 
 
 .  Southwell.  . 
 
 .  505 
 
 Preserve,  my  Jesus,  oh  preserve 
 
 .  J.  R.  Beste. 
 
 .  439 
 
 Protect  thy  native  land,  0  Spirit  blest. . . . 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .   176 
 
 Pure  Light  of  light !  eternal  Day 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .     64 
 
 Pm-e,  meek,  with  soul  serene 
 
 .  Caswall. . . . 
 
 .  205 
 
 Reception  of  Members 
 
 .  Anon 
 
 .  464 
 
 ,      Redeemer  blest  of  all  who  live 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 .  263 
 
 Rejoice,  0  ye  Spirits  and  Angels  on  high 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .  317 
 
 Remember,  man,  that  thou  art  dust 
 
 .J.  R.  Beste. 
 
 .  352 
 
 1       Remember,  0  Creator  Lord 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .  247 
 
 Riches  and  regal  throne,  for  Christ's  dear 
 sake 
 
 \  Caswall.... 
 
 206 
 
 :      Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 
 
 .  Brydges.  . . 
 
 361 
 
 Rock  of  Ages,  rent  for  me 
 
 349 
 
ENGLISH    INDEX.  565 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Rose  of  the  Cross,  thou  mystic  flower Brydges.  . . .  388 
 
 Ruler  of  the  dread  immense Caswall 222 
 
 Saint  of  sweetest  majesty Caswall 234 
 
 See  from  on  high,  array'd  in  truth  and  grace  Caswall 106 
 
 Seek  ye  a  Patron  to  defend Caswall 321 
 
 See !  where  in  shame  the  God  of  glory  hangs  Caswall Ill 
 
 Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviom-'s  glory Caswall 137 
 
 Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory Caswall 156 
 
 Sing,  sing,  ye  angel  bands Faber 386 
 
 Sing  we  the  Martyr's  blest ,. Caswall 258 
 
 Sing  we  the  peerless  deeds  of  martyr'd  t  ^         ,,  g^o 
 
 Saints  > 
 
 Sion,  lift  thy  voice,  and  sing Caswall 282 
 
 Soil  not  thy  plumage,  gentle  dove Brydges.  . . .  467 
 
 Soldiers  of  Christ !  arise Mnun '.  464 
 
 Son  of  the  Highest !  deign  to  cast Caswall 209 
 
 Spotless  Anna  !  Juda's  glory Caswall 308 
 
 Star  of  Jacob,  ever  beaming Caswall 227 
 
 Star  of  the  morning  I  like  an  eye Brydges.  . . .  394 
 
 Star  of  the  wide  and  pathless  sea Anon 499 
 
 St.  Agnes Tennyson. . .  526 
 
 St.  Cecilia jinon 421 
 
 St.  Francis  Xavier Brydges.  . . .  519 
 
 St.  Patrick Sinnott 416 
 
 St.  Patrick Jlnon 418 
 
 St.  Philip's  Home Faher 511 
 
 St.  Rose  of  Lima Jlnon, 422 
 
 Sweet  Morn !  thou  Parent  of  the  Sun Caswall 309 
 
 Sweetness  in  Prayer Faber 454 
 
 Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing Brydges.  . . .  463 
 
 Temple  of  Him  who  made  all  things fV.  Young.. .  215 
 
566  ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 PAGS 
 
 The  agonizing  hooks,  the  rending  scourge .  Caswall 175 
 
 The  Angel  spake  the  word Caswall 311 
 
 The  apparition  of  Jesus  to  om-  B,  Lady Faber 482 
 
 The  Ascension Faber 261 
 
 The  Assumption Faber 386 
 
 The  Christian  to  his  soul  at  sunrise Brydges 467 
 
 The  Confessor  of  Christ,  from  shore  to  shore  Caswall "261 
 
 The  darkness  fleets,  and  joyful  earth Caswall 120 
 
 The  dawn  is  sprinkling  in  the  East Caswall 81 
 
 The  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky Caswall 144 
 
 The  Day  of  Judgment Brydges.  . . .  380 
 
 The  descent  of  Jesus  to  Limbus Faber 480 
 
 The  descent  of  the  Holy  Ghost Faber 490 
 
 Thee,  O  great  God,  we  praise 343 
 
 The  gifts  of  God Faber 446 
 
 The  glories  of  that  sacred  Winding  Sheet  . .  Caswall 124 
 
 The  golden  star  of  morn Caswall 192 
 
 The  Guardian  Angels  ^non 428 
 
 The  Holy  City J\reale 522 
 
 The  Immaculate  Conception Faber. 383 
 
 The  life  which  God's  Incarnate  Word Caswall 330 
 
 The  Lord  commands ;  and  lo,  his  iron  chainsCaswall 210 
 
 The  Lord's  eternal  gifts  Caswall 250 
 
 The  Lord,  whom  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky  . .  Caswall 345 
 
 The  Milk-White  Hind Dryden 537 
 
 The  mission  of  the  Holy  Ghost Faber 486 
 
 The  Most  Precious  Blood Faber 347 
 
 The  mother  of  the  Maccabees Callanan. . . .  534 
 
 The  pall  of  night  o'ershades  the  earth Caswall 72 
 
 The  Patronage  of  St.  Joseph Faber 413 
 
 The  Rock  of  Ages JV.  Young.. .  516 
 
ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 567 
 
 The  Saviour  left  high  Heaven  to  dwell  . . . 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
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 .  223 
 
 These  praises  and  prayers 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .  307 
 
 The  silver  cord  in  twain  is  snapp'd 
 
 ■  Anon 
 
 .  506 
 
 The  Sister  of  Charity 
 
 .Oriffin 
 
 .  529 
 
 The  Sister  of  Mercy 
 
 .  533 
 
 The  Virgin  Mother 
 
 ..inon 
 
 .  502 
 
 The  Vow 
 
 4fiH 
 
 The  will  of  God 
 
 .Faber 
 
 443 
 
 The  Word,  descending  from  above 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 .   160 
 
 The  youth  who  wealth  and  courts  despised 
 
 .   42,5 
 
 This  day,  beneath  the  form 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 .  230 
 
 This  day  the  blessed  Trinity 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 .     49 
 
 !     This  day  the  wondrous  mystery 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .   126 
 
 j     Thou  art  of  all  created  things 
 
 .  Anon 
 
 .  475 
 
 Thou  art,  0  God !  the  life  and  light 
 
 .  Sacred  Mel. 
 
 .  476 
 
 Thou  Crown  of  all  the  Virgin  choir 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .  266 
 
 Thou  loving  Maker  of  mankind 
 
 .Caswall 
 
 .   116 
 
 Thus  did  Christ  to  perfect  manhood 
 
 .Caswall 
 
 .   139 
 
 •     Thy  body  with  long  fastings  worn 
 
 .  Caswall 
 
 .  232 
 
 To  all  who  would  holily  live 
 
 .  Caswall. . . . 
 
 .  319 
 
 To  be  the  Lamb's  celestial  bride 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .   198 
 
 To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .   167 
 
 Unconquer'd  Martyr  of  his  God 
 
 .Caswall 
 
 .  190 
 
 Unloose,  great  Baptist,  our  sin-fetter'd  lip 
 
 s  Caswall.... 
 
 .   199 
 
 Virgin  of  all  virgins  best 
 
 .Caswall.... 
 
 .  185 
 
 Wars  and  tumults  fill  the  earth 
 
 .Caswall 
 
 .  326 
 
 We  sing  the  seat  of  Mary's  love 
 
 .  fV.  Young.. 
 
 .  215 
 
 What  a  sea  of  tears  and  sorrow 
 
 .  Caswall. . . . 
 
 .  216 
 
 What  happiness  can  equal  mine 
 
 .  W.  Young.. 
 
 .  438 
 
 What  mortal  tongue  can  sing  thy  praise. 
 
 .  Caswall. . . . 
 
 .  312 
 
 When  Christ,  by  his  own  servants  slain  . . 
 
 .Caswall 
 
 .  251 
 
568  ENGLISH    INDEX. 
 
 What  tongue,  illustrious  Spear,  can  duly  i 
 
 sound J 
 
 When  it  reach'd  the  tjrant's  ear Caswail 97 
 
 While  thou,  O  my  God,  ai-t  my  help  and  )        ^ 
 
 defender S      '    """^•-  ■ 
 
 Whilst  I  dweU,  O  my  God !  in  this  valley  )  ^  ^  ^^ 
 
 of  tears S 
 
 Whither  thus,  in  holy  raptm-e Caswail 314 
 
 Why  dost  thou  beat  so  quick,  my  heart  . . .  Faber 454 
 
 Why  is  thy  face  so  lit  with  smiles Faber 357 
 
 Worshipped  throughout  the  Church  to  )  ^         ..  ,„, 
 
 earth's  far  ends > 
 
 Ye  faithful,  approach  ye 346 
 
 Ye  mist  and  darkness,  cloud  and  storm Caswail 69 
 
 Ye  sons  and  daughters  of  the  Lord Caswail 297 
 
 You  spu-its !  who  have  thrown  away Habington . .  507 
 
LATIN    INDEX, 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Adeste  fideles 296 
 
 Adeste  fideles 346 
 
 Adoro  Te  devote  latens  Deltas 293 
 
 Ad  regias  agni  dapes 140 
 
 Ad  templa  nos  rursus  vocat 336 
 
 Sterna  Christi  munera 250 
 
 Sterna  coeli  gloria 77 
 
 Sterne  Rector  siderum 222 
 
 .Sterne  rerum  conditor 52 
 
 .Sterne  Rex  altissime 147 
 
 Ales  diet  nuntius 65 
 
 Alma  Redemptorts  Mater 84 
 
 Alto  ex  Olympi  vertice 272 
 
 Antra  deserti  teneris  sub  annis 201 
 
 A  soils  ortus  cardine 97 
 
 Aspice  infami  Deus  ipse  ligno Ill 
 
 Aspice  ut  Verbum  Patris  a  supemis 106 
 
 Athlcta  Christi  nobilis 191 
 
 Auctor  beate  sceculi 161 
 
 Audi  benigne  Conditor .' 116 
 
 Audit  tyrannus  anxius 97 
 
 Aurora  cmlum  purpurat 144 
 
 Aurora  jam  spargit  polum 81 
 
 Aurora  qucB  Salem  paris 309 
 
570  LATIN    INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Ave  maris  stellg, 243 
 
 Ave  Regina  calorum 85 
 
 Ave,  verum  corpus  natum 295 
 
 Beata  nobis  gaudia 152 
 
 Beate  Pastor  Petre  clemens  accipe 172 
 
 Belli  tumultus  ingruit 326 
 
 Bona  mors 469 
 
 Christe,  sanctorum  decus  angelorum 177 
 
 Christe,  sanctorum  decus  angelorum 236 
 
 Christo  profusum  sanguinem 258 
 
 Christus  ad  Peccatorem 436 
 
 Clarw  diet  gaudiis 308 
 
 Calestis  Agni  nuptias 198 
 
 Ccelestis  urbs  Jerusalem 270 
 
 Coeli  Deus  sanctissime 70 
 
 Cmlitum  Joseph  decus  atque  nostrm 180 
 
 Cmlo  Redemptor  pratulit 223 
 
 Consors  patemi  luminis 64 
 
 Cor  area  legem  continens 164 
 
 Corpus  Christi 363 
 
 Corpus  domas  jejuniis 232 
 
 Creator  alme  siderum 89 
 
 Crudelis  Herodes  Deum 99 
 
 Cruxfidelis  inter  omnes 278 
 
 Custodes  hominum  psallimus  angelos 221 
 
 Decora  lux  ceternitatis  auream 203 
 
 Deus  mens  et  omnia 373 
 
 Deus  tuorum  mtlitum 254 
 
 Dies  ircB,  dies  ilia 286 
 
 Dies  irw,  dies  ilia 376 
 
 Dies  irm,  dies  ilia 380 
 
LATIN    INDEX.  571 
 
 PAGB 
 
 Domare  cordis  impetus  Elizabeth 205 
 
 Domus  aurea • 395 
 
 Dona  nobis  pacem 369 
 
 Dum  node  pulsa  Lucifer 192 
 
 Ecce  Agnus  Dei 366 
 
 Ecce  jam-  noctis  tenuatur  umbra 54 
 
 Ecce  panis  angelorum 285 
 
 Egregie  doctor  Paule  mores  instrue 173 
 
 En  clara  vox  redarguit 92 
 
 En  ut  superba  criminum 163 
 
 Exite  Sion  jUice 114 
 
 Ex  more  docti  mystico 118 
 
 Exultet  orbis  gaudiis 248 
 
 Festivis  resonent  compita  vocibus 129 
 
 Faderis  Area 391 
 
 Fortem  virili  pectore 269 
 
 Oentis  Poloncz  gloria 231 
 
 Gloria,  laus,  et  honor 277 
 
 Oloriam  sacrce  celebremus  omnes 124 
 
 HoBc  est  dies  qua  candidm 230 
 
 Hominis  superne  conditor 78 
 
 Immense  cmli  conditor 63 
 
 Invicte  Martyr  unicum 255 
 
 Ira  justa  Conditoris 131 
 
 Iste  Confessor  Domini  colentes 261 
 
 Iste  quern  Iceti  colimus  fideles 181 
 
 Jam  Christus  astra  ascenderat 150 
 
 Jam  lucis  orto  sidere 55 
 
 Jam  sol  recedit  igneus 82 
 
 Jam  sol  recedit  igneus 154 
 
 Jam  toto  subditu^  vesper  eat  polo 218 
 
572  LATIN   INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Janua  call  392 
 
 Jesu  corona  celsior 264 
 
 Jesu  corona  Virginum 266 
 
 Jesu  decus  angelicum 104 
 
 Jesu  dulcis  amor  meus 128 
 
 Jesu  dulcis  memoria 102 
 
 Jesu  nostra  Redemptio 333 
 
 Jesu,  pro  me  perforatus 349 
 
 Jesu  Redemptor  omnium 94 
 
 Jesu  Redemptor  omnium 263 
 
 Jesu  Rex  admirabilis 103 
 
 Jussu  tijranni  pro  fide 331 
 
 Lauda  Sion  Salvatorem 282 
 
 Lajidate  Dominum  de  calls 507 
 
 Legis  figjiris  pingitur 115 
 
 Lucis  Creator  optime 59 
 
 I^ustra  sex  qui  jam  peregit 139 
 
 Lux  alma  Jesu  mentium 212 
 
 Lux  ecce  surgit  aurea 73 
 
 Magna  Deus  potenticB 74 
 
 Maria  castis  osculis 208 
 
 Martinm  celebri  plaudite  nomini 174 
 
 Martyr  Dei  Venantius 190 
 
 Me  receptet  Sioji  ilia 522 
 
 Memento  rerum  Conditor 247 
 
 Miris  modis  repente  liber  ferrea 210 
 
 Mmrentes  ocvJi  spargite  lachrymas 109 
 
 Mysterium  mirabile 126 
 
 JVorte  surgentes  vigilemus  omnes 51 
 
 JVoTi  illam  crucians  ungula  non  fercE 175 
 
 JVbi  atra  rerum  contegit 72 
 
LATIN   INDEX.  573 
 
 PAGE 
 
 J^ox  e   tenebrcB  et  nuMla / 69 
 
 J^Tullis  te  genitor  blanditiis  trahit 187 
 
 JVtinc  sanctc  nobis  Spiritus 56 
 
 O  Deus,  ego  amo  Te 338 
 
 OJUii  etfilicB 297 
 
 O  gloriosa  Virginum 246 
 
 O  nimis  felix  meritique  celsi 202 
 
 Opes  decusque  regium  reliqUeras 206 
 
 O  qui  tuo  dux  Martyrum 328 
 
 O  quot  undis  lachrymarum 216 
 
 O  salutaris  Hostia 161 
 
 0  sola  magnarum  urbium 100 
 
 O  Sol  salutis  intimis 120 
 
 59  Stella  Jacob  fulgida 227 
 
 O  vos  tBtherei plaudite  cives 317 
 
 Pange  lingua  gloriosi 137 
 
 Pangs  lingua  gloriosi 156 
 
 Paschale  mundo  gaudium 253 
 
 Pastor  animarum 495 
 
 Pater  supemi  luminis 207 
 
 Peccator  ad  Christum 435 
 
 Placare,  Christe,  servulis 237 
 
 PrcBclara  castas  virginum 226 
 
 Pressi  malorum.  pondere 323 
 
 Prima  die  quo  Trinitas 49 
 
 'Qu(E  dixit^  egit,  pertulit 330 
 
 Qumnam  lingua  tibi,  O  Lancea,  dcbitas 121 
 
 Quem  terra,  pontus,  sidera 245 
 
 Quicunque  Christum  qumritis 211 
 
 Quicunque  certum  quceritis 166 
 
 Quicunque  sanus  vivere 319 
 
574  LATIN   INDEX. 
 
 PAGB 
 
 Quis  te  canat  mortalium  ? 312 
 
 Quodcunque  in  orbe  nexibus  revinxeris 171 
 
 Quo  sanctus  ardor  te  rapit , 3l4 
 
 Rector  potens,  verax  Deus 57 
 
 RegaZi  solio  fortis  Iberice 186 
 
 Regina  emit  Icetare 85 
 
 Regis  superni  nuntia 229 
 
 Rerum  Creator  optime 68 
 
 Rerum  Deus  tenax  vigor 58 
 
 Rex  gloriose  martyrum 259 
 
 Rex  sempiterne  calitum 142 
 
 Rosa  mystica 388 
 
 Sacris  solemniis  juncta  sint  gaudia 158 
 
 ScBpe  dum-  Christi  populus  194 
 
 ScBVo  dolorum  turbine 112 
 
 Salutis  ceterncB  dator 239 
 
 Salutis  humanxB  Sator 145 
 
 Salve  area  foederis 302 
 
 Salve  horologium 305 
 
 Salve  mundi  domina 306 
 
 SaZve  Regina^  Mater  misericordim 86 
 
 SaZve  urbs  refugii 304 
 
 Salve  Virgo  jlorens 306 
 
 Salve  Virgo  puerpera 303 
 
 Salve  Virgo  sapiens 301 
 
 Salvete  Christi  vulnera 133 
 
 Salvete  Clavi  et  Lancea 122 
 
 Salvete  flores  martyrum 98 
 
 Sancta  Mater  istud  agas 184 
 
 Sanctorum  meritis  inclyta  gaudia 257 
 
 Si  vis  Patronum  qucerere 321 
 
LATIN   INDEX.  575 
 
 Sine  labe  Concepta 383 
 
 Somno  refectis  artubus 60 
 
 Splendor  paternee  gloria 61 
 
 Stabat  Mater  dolorosa 182 
 
 Stella  matutina 394 
 
 Sub  cruce  Christi 463 
 
 SummcB  Deus  dementia 219 
 
 SummcB  Parens  clementice 79 
 
 Summce  Parens  clementice 155 
 
 Summi  Parentis  filio 167 
 
 Summi  Parentis  Unice 209 
 
 Supernus  ales  nuntiat 311 
 
 Supplices  offerimus 307 
 
 Sursum  cor  da 449 
 
 Tantum  ergo  Sacramentum 157 
 
 Te  deprecante  corporum 234 
 
 Te  Deum  laudamus 343 
 
 Te  Joseph  celebrent  agmina  ccelitum 178 
 
 Telluris  alme  conditor 67 
 
 Te  lucis  ante  terminum 83 
 
 Te  Mater  alma  JVuminis 225 
 
 Templi  sacratas  pande  Sion  fores 316 
 
 Te  Redemptoris  Dominique  nostri 196 
 
 Te  splendor  et  virtus  Patris 188 
 
 Tibi  Christe  splendor  Patris 235 
 
 Tinctam  ergo  Christi  sanguine 123 
 
 Tristes  erant  Apostoli 251 
 
 Tu  natale  solum  protege,  tu  bonce 176 
 
 Turris  eburnea 389 
 
 7Hi  Trinitatis  Unitas 75 
 
 Tu  Trinitatis  Unitas ". . . .  155 
 
576  LATIN    INDEX. 
 
 Ut  queant  lazis  resonare  fibris 199 
 
 Ut  Sol  decoro  lumine 502 
 
 Veni  Creator  Spiritus 149 
 
 Veni  Creator  Spiritus 334 
 
 Veni  Creator  Spiritus 374 
 
 Veni  Sancte  Spiritus .280 
 
 Venit  e  Cwlo  Mediator  alto .107 
 
 Verbum  supernum  prodiens 91 
 
 Verbum  supernum  prodiens 160 
 
 Vexilla  Regis  prodeunt 135 
 
 VictimcB  Paschali  laudes 279 
 
 Virginis  Proles  Opifexque  matris 267 
 
 Virgo  virginum  prcedara 185 
 
 Viva,  viva,  Qesu,  (Ital.) 347 
 
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