5c<$ ^5 -7 7/ Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/colmnOObirm COLLECTION OF HYMNS IN USE AT THK (Dratnnj of It. $hili AT BIRMINGHAM. HIUMINGHAM : LANDER, POWELL & CO., A 108, NEW STB1 » MDC< •<■ I Col[ ERRATA. At page 3, line 4, for disylay'd read display'd. 6, . . 21, for lovliest read loveliest. 124, . . 23, for vinem read vinum. .. .. 26,/or Qund read Quod. 130, .. 2,/orcasa read causa. .. 4,/or Querens read Quoerens. HYMNS, Ac. SUND A Y . ±. MORNING. 1 r^HIS day the blessed Trinity J- The universe began ; This day the worlds Creator rose, Oercoming death for man. 2 Casting betimes dull sloth away, We too will rise by night ; And with the Prophet seek the Lord, Before the dawning light. 3 So may He stretch his hand to save, And hear us in his love ; And, cleans'd from guilt, our souls restore To their blest home above. 4 So, while on this his holy Day, At this most sacred hour, Our psalms amid the stillness rise, May He his blessings shower. B 5 Father of lights ! keep us this day From sinful passions free ; Grant us, in every word, and deed, And thought, to honour Thee. 6 Thou Lord of chastity divine ! Grant us the grace to quell Those flames impure, which, cherish 'd here, Increase the flames of hell. 7 Saviour, of thy sweet clemency, Wash Thou our sins away ; Grant us Thy peace — grant us with Thee The joys of endless day. 8 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; Hear us, coequal Son ; Who reignest with the Holy Ghost, While ceaseless ages run. ^. MORNING. 1 A GAIN the Sunday morn ^ Calls us to prayer and praise ; Waking our hearts to gratitude With its enlivening rays 2 But Christ yet hrighter shone, Quenching the morning heam ; When triumphing from death He rose, And rais'd us up with Him. 3 3 When first the world sprang forth. In majesty array \\, And bath'd hi streams of purest light ; — What power was there disylay'd ! 4 But oh, what love ! — when Christ, For our transgressions slain, Was by th' Eternal Father rais'd For us to life again. 5 His new-created world, The mighty Maker view'cl, With thousand lovely tints adorn 'd ; And straight pronounc'd it good. 6 But oh ! much more He joy'd That self-same world to see, Wash'd in the Lamb's all- saving Blood, From its impurity. 7 Nature each day renews Her beauty evermore ; Whence to God's hidden Majesty, The soul is taught to soar. 8 But Christ, the Light of all, The Father's Image blest, Gives us to see our God Himself In Flesh made manifest. 9 Blest Trinity ! vouchsafe That to thy guidance true, What Thou forbiddest, we may shun : What Thou commandest, do. B 2 Om EVENING. 1 r\ BLEST Creator of the light; " Who dost the dawn from darkness bring ; And framing Nature's depth and height, Didst with the new-born light begin ; 2 Who gently blending eve with morn, And morn with eve, didst call them day : — Thick flows the flood of darkness down ; Oh, hear us as we weep and pray ! 3 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. 4 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. 5 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; Hear us, O sole-begotten Son ! Who with the Holy Ghost most high, Reignest while endless ages run. 4:. MORNING. 1 "VTOW with the rising golden dawn, -L ^ Let us, the children of the day, Cast off the darkness which so long Has led our guilty souls astray. 2 Oh, may the morn, so pure, so clear, Its own sweet calm in us instil ; 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. 4 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. 5 To God the Father glory be, And to his sole-begotten Son ; The same, Holy Ghost ! to Thee, While everlasting ages run. EVENING. 5. 1 TVTOW with the fast-departing light, -L^ Maker of all ! we ask of Thee, Of thy great mercy, through the night Our guardian and defence to be. '2 Far off let idle visions fly ; No phantom of the night molest ; Curb thou our raging enemy, That we in chaste repose may rest. 3 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; Hear us, sole-begotten Son ! Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, Reignest while endless ages run. ANTIPHONS OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY. /3 FROM THE FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT TO THE ^ # FEAST OF THE PURIFICATION. Alma Redemptoris. 1MTOTHER of Christ ! hear thou thy people's ■1**- 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. 1 FROM THE PURIFICATION OF THE BLESSED * VIRGIN TO PALM SUNDAY. Ave Regina. HAIL, Queen of Heaven enthron'd ! Hail, by angels Mistress own'd ! Root of Jesse ! Gate of mom ! Whence the world's true Light was born ; Glorious Virgin, joy to thee, Lovliest whom in Heaven they see : Fairest thou where all are fair ! Plead with Clnist, our sms to spare. O FROM EASTER-SUNDAY TO WHIT-SUNDAY. ^-* 9 Regina cwli. 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. Q FROM TRINITY SUNDAY TO THE LAST SUNDAY *J • AFTER PENTECOST. Salve Regina. MOTHER of mercy, hail, gentle Queen ! Our life, our sweetness, and our hope, all Children of Eve, [hail ! 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, Shew us at last Jesus, of thy pure womb the fruit divine. O Virgin Mary, mother blest \ O sweetest, gentlest, holiest ! JlU. advent. 1 pREATOR of the starry frame ! ^ Eternal Light of all who live ! Jesu, Redeemer of mankind ! An ear to thy poor suppliants give. % 2 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. 8 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. b 4 4 So great the glory of thy might, If we but chance thy name to sound, At once all Heaven and Hell unite In Lending low with awe profound. 5 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. G To God the Father, and the Son, All praise and power and glory be ; With Thee, holy Comforter ! Henceforth through all eternity. 11. ADVENT. 1 TTARK ! an awful voice is sounding ; -CI " Christ is nigh," it seems to say ; " Cast away the dreams of darkness, ye children of the day !" U Startled at the solemn warning, Let the earth-bound soul arise ; Christ her Sun, all sloth dispelling, Shines upon the morning sides. 3 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. 9 4 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. 5 Honour, glory, virtue, merit, To the Father and the Son, With the everlasting Spirit, While eternal ages run. 12. CHRISTMAS. 1 TESU, Redeemer of the world ! *J Who, ere the earliest dawn of light, Wast from eternal ages born, Immense in glory as in might. 2 Immortal Hope of all mankind ! In whom the Father's face we see ; Hear Thou the prayers thy people pour Tins day throughout the world to Thee. 3 Remember, Creator Lord ! That hi the Virgin's sacred womb Thou wast conceiv'd, and of her flesh Didst our mortality assume. 4 This ever-blest recurring day Its witness bears, that all alone, From thy own Fathers bosom forth, To save the world Thou earnest dowr. b 5 10 5 Day ! to which the seas and sky, And earth and Heaven, glad welcome sing ; Day ! which heal'd our misery. And brought on earth salvation's King. 6 We too, Lord, who have been cleans 'd In thv own fount of blood divine, Offer the tribute of sweet song, On this blest natal day of thine. 7 Jesu ! born of Virgin bright, Immortal glory be to Thee ; Praise to the Father infinite, And Holy Ghost eternally. 13. CHRISTMAS DAY. 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. 11 Sing Halleluiah, Let the courts of Heaven Ring with the Angel-chorus, — Praise the Lord, Glory to God in the highest : Oh, come, let us worship, &a Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, Born this happy morning ; Jesus, to Thee he glory giv'n : Word of the Father In our flesh appearing : Oh, come, let us worship, 14. ST. STEPHEN. 1 r\ CAPTAIN of the Martyr Host ! ^ O peerless in renown ! Not from the fading flowers of earth Weave we for thee a crown. 2 The stones that smote thee, in thy blood Made glorious and divine, All in a halo, heavenly bright About thy temples shine. 3 The scars upon thy sacred brow Throw beams of glory round ; The splendour- of thy bruised lace The very sun confound. B * 12 4 Oh, earliest Victim sacrific'd To thy deai' Victim Lord ! Oh, earliest witness to the Faith Of thy Incarnate God ! 5 Thou to the heavenly Canaan first Through the Red Sea didst go, And to the Martyrs' countless Host, Their path of glory shew. 6 Erewhile a servant of the poor, — Now at the Lamb's high Feast. In blood empurpled robe array 'd, A welcome nuptial guest ! 7 To Jesus, bom of Virgin bright, Praise with the Father be ; Praise to the Spirit Paraclete, Through all eternity. 15. ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST. 1 HP HE life which God's Incarnate Word J- Liv'd here below with men, Three blest Evangelists record, With Heav'n-inspired pen : 2 John penetrates on eagle wing The Father's dread abode ; And shows the mystery wherein The Word subsists with God 13 3 Pure Saint ! upon his Saviour's breast Invited to recline, Twas thence he drew, in moments blest, His knowledge all divine : 4 There, too, with that angelic love Did he his bosom fill, Which, once enkindled from above, Breathes in his pages still. 5 Oh, dear to Christ ! — to thee upon His Cross, of all bereft, Thou virgin soul ! the Virgin Son His Virgin Mother left, 6 To Jesus, born of Virgin bright, Praise with the Father be ; Praise to the Spirit Paraclete Through all eternity. I!). HOLY INNOCENTS. 1 T OVELY flowers of martyrs, hail ! -" Smitten by the tyrant foe On life's threshold, — as the gale Strews the roses ere they blow. 2 First to die for Christ, sweet lambs ! At the very altar ye, With your fatal crowns and palms, Sport in your simplicity 14 Honour, glory, virtue, merit, Be to Thee, Virgins Son ! With the Father, and the Spirit, While eternal ages run. A / • EPIPHANY. 1 f\ CRUEL Herod ! why thus fear ^J Thy King and God, who comes below ? No earthly crown comes He to take, Who heavenly kingdoms doth bestow. 2 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. 3 Behold at length the heavenly Lamb Baptiz'd in Jordan's sacred flood ; There consecrating by his touch Water to cleanse us in his blood. 4 But Cana saw her glorious Lord Begin his miracles divine ; When water, reddening at his word, Flow'd forth obedient in wine. 5 To Thee, Jesu, who Thyself Hast to the Gentile world display 'd, Praise, with the Father evermore, And with the Holy Ghost, be paid. 15 EPiriTANY. 18. 1 "DETHLEHEM ! of noblest cities JJ None can once with thee compare Thou alone the Lord from Heaven Didst for us Incarnate bear. $ Fairer than the sun at morning Was the star that told his birth ; To the lands their God announcing, Hid beneath a form of earth. 3 By its lambent beauty guided, See, the Eastern Kings appear ; See them bend, their gifts to offer, — Gifts of incense, gold, and myrrh. 4 Offerings of mystic meaning ! — Incense doth the God disclose ; Gold a royal child proclaimeth ; Myrrh a future tomb foreshews. 5 Holy Jesu ! in thy brightness To the Gentile world display Yl ! With the Father, and the Spirit, Endless praise to Thee be paid. THE HOLY NAME. 19. 1 TESU ! the very thought of Thee d With sweetness fills my breast ; But sweeter far thy face to see. And in thy presence rest. 16 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind ! 3 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 ! 4 But what to those who find ? ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can shew : The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his lov'd ones know. 5 Jesu ! our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be ; Jesu ! be Thou our glory now, And through eternity. PART II. 20. 1 {~\ JESU ! King most wonderful ! V' Thou Conqueror renown 'd ! Thou Sweetness most ineffable ! In whom all joys are found ! 2 When once Thou visitest the heart, Then truth begins to shine ; Then earthly vanities depart ; Then kindles love divine. J7 3 Jesu ! Light of all below ! Thou Fount of life and fire ! Surpassing all the joys we know. All that we can desire : 4 May every heart confess thy name, And ever Thee adore ; And seeking Thee, itself inflame To seek Thee more and more. 5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless ; Thee may we love alone ; And ever in our lives express The image of thine own. 21. '0 PART III. JESU ! Thou the beauty art Of angel worlds above ; Thy Name is music to the heart, Enchanting it with love. 2 Celestial sweetness unalloyYl ! Who eat Thee hunger still ; Who drink of Thee still feel a void, Which nought but Thou can nil. 3 O my sweet Jesu ! hear the sighs Which unto Thee I send; To Thee mine inmost spirit cries, My beings hope and end ! 18 Stay with us, Lord, and with thy light Illume the soul's ahyss ; Scatter the darkness of our night, And fill the world with bliss. Jesu ! spotless Virgin flower ! Our life and joy 1 to Thee Be praise, beatitude, and power, Through all eternity. 22. THE CRUCIFIX. 1 rV'ERWHELM'D in depths of woe, " Upon the Tree of scorn Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. 2 See ! how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend ; See ! down his face, and neck, and breast, His sacred Blood descend. 3 Hark ! with what awful cry His spirit takes its flight ; That cry, it pierc'd his Mother's heart, And whelm'd her soul in night. 4 Earth hears, and to its base Bocks wildly to and fro ; Tombs burst ; seas, rivers, mountains quake ; The veil is rent in two. 10 5 The sun withdraws his light ; The midday heavens grow pale ; The moon, the stars, the universe, Their Maker's death bewail. 3 Shall man alone be mute ? Come, youth ! and hoary hairs ! Come, rich and poor ! come, all mankind ! And bathe those feet in tears. 7 Come ! fall before His Cross, Who shed for us his blood ; Who died the victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. 1 Jesu ! all praise to Thee, Our joy and endless rest ! Be Thou our guide while pilgrims here, Our crown amidst the blest. 23. LENT. 1 rPHOU loving Maker of mankind, J- Before thy throne we pray and weep ; Oh, strengthen us with grace divine, Duly tins sacred Lent to keep. 2 Searcher of hearts ! Thou dost our ills Discern, and all our weakness know : Again to Thee with tears we turn ; Agam to us thy mercy shew. 20 3 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 ! 4 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. 5 Hear us, Trinity thrice blest ! Sole Unity ! to Thee we cry : Vouchsafe us from these fasts below To reap immortal fruit on high. 24, PASSION SUNDAY. 1 770RTH comes the Standard of the King: -L All hail, thou Mystery ador'd ! Hail, Cross ! on which the Life Himself Died, and by death our life restor'd. 2 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. 3 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 swav. 21 4 Most royally empurpled o'er, How beauteously thy stem cloth shine ! How glorious was its lot to touch Those limbs so holy and divine ! 5 Thrice blest, upon whose arms outstretch 'd The Saviour of the world reclin'd ; Balance sublime ! upon whose beam Was weigh 'd the ransom of mankind. 6 Hail, Cross ! thou only hope of man, Hail, on this holy Passion-day ! To saints increase the grace they have ; From sinners purge then guilt away. 7 Salvations spring, blest Trinity, Be praise to Thee through earth and skies : Thou through the Cross the victory Dost give ; oh, also give the prize ! 25. GOOD FRIDAY. 1 rPHIS day the wondrous mystery J- Is set before our eyes, Of Jesus, stretch 'd upon the Cross In dying agonies. 2 Oh, deed of love ; the Prince becomes A Victim for his slave ; The sinner an acquittal finds, The innocent a grave. 22 3 Whereof, in many a gory stain, The traces still are found On yonder Winding Sheet, which wrapp'd The sacred body round. 4 Hail, trophies of our valiant Chief ! Hail, proofs of triumph won Over the World, and Hell, and Death, By God's eternal Son ! 5 Be these the colours under which From this time forth we fight, Agahist the depths of Satan's guile, And all the powers of night. 6 So, dead to our old life, may we A better life begin ; And through the Cross of Christ at length His Heavenly Crown attain. 7 Father of mercies ! hear our cry ; Hear us, coequal Son ! Who reignest with the Holy Ghost While ceaseless ages run. 26. THE WINDING SHEET. 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. 23 2 Ah me, how naked art Thou laid ! Bloodstain'd, distended, cold, and dead ! Joy of my soul — my Saviour sweet, Upon this sacred Winding Sheet ! 3 Hail, awful brow ! hail, thorny wreath ! Hail, countenance now pale in death ! Whose glance but late so brightly blaz'd, That Angels trembled as they gaz'd. 4 And hail to thee, my Saviour's side ; And hail to thee, thou wound so wide ; Thou wound more ruddy than the rose, True antidote of all our woes ! 5 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. 27. PASSION SUNDAY. 1 CING, my tongue, the Saviours glory ^ Tell his triumph far and wide ; Tell aloud the famous story Of Iris Body crucified ; How upon the Cross a Victim, Vanquishing in death, He died. 2 Eating of the Tree forbidden, Man had sunk in Satan's snare, 24 When our pitying Creator Did this second Tree prepare ; Destin'd, many ages later, That first evil to repair. 3 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. 4 So when now at length the fulness 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, Cloth'd in our mortality. 5 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. 6 Blessing, honour 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. 25 28. PART IT. 1 HPHUS did Christ to perfect manhood J- In our mortal flesh attain : Then of his free choice He goeth To a death of hitter pain : And as a lamb, upon the altar Of the cross, for us is slain. 2 Lo, with gall his thirst He quenches ! See the thorns upon his brow ! Xails his tender flesh are rending ! See, his side is open'd now ! Whence, to cleanse the whole creation. Streams of blood and water flow. '3 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 King and God, 4 Tree, which solely wast found worthy The world '8 great Victim to sustain ; Harbour from the raging tempest ! Ark that sav'd the world again ! Tree, with sacred Blood anointed Of the Lamb for sinners slain. 26 Blessing, honour 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. EASTER. 29. 1 "VTOW at the Lamb's high royal feast -L^ In robes of saintly white we sing, Through the Red Sea in safety brought By Jesus our immortal King. 2 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. 3 And as the avenging Angel pass'd Of old the blood-besprinkled door ; As the cleft sea a passage gave, Then clos'd to whelm th' Egyptians o'er : 4 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. 5 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. 27 6 Hail, victor Christ ! hail, risen King ! To Thee alone belongs the crown ; Who hast the heavenly gates unharr'd, And dragg'd the Prince of darkness down. 7 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. 8 Now to the Father, and the Son, Who rose from death, be glorv given ; With Thee, holy Comforter, Henceforth by all in earth and Heaven. EASTEE. 30. 1 T^HE dawn was purpling o'er the sky ; -L With alleluias rang the air ; Earth held a glorious jubilee ; Hell gnash 'd its teeth in fierce despair : 2 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 : 3 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. 28 4 k ' Calm all your grief, and still your tears ;" Hark ! the descending angel cries ; " For Christ is risen from the dead, And Death is slain, no more to rise/' 5 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. 6 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. 31. THE ASCENSION. 1 OTHOU pure light of souls that love, True joy of every human breast, Sower of life's immortal seed, Our Maker, and Redeemer blest ! 2 What wondrous pity Thee o'ercame, To make our guilty load thine own, And, sinless, suffer death and shame, For our transgressions to atone ! 3 Thou, bursting Hades open wide, Didst all the captive souls unchain ; And thence to thy dread Father s side With glorious pomp ascend again. 29 Jesu ! may pity Thee compel To heal the wounds of which we die ; And take us in thy light to dwell, Who for thy blissful Presence sigh. Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal ; Be Thou our pathway to the skies ; Our joy, when sorrow fills the soul : In death our everlasting prize. 32. WHIT-SUNDAT. 1 pOME, 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. 2 Great Paraclete ! to Thee we cry : highest gift of God most high ! O fount of life ! fire of love ! And sweet Anointing from above ! 3 Thou in thy sevenfold gifts art known ; Thee Finger of Gods hand we own ; The promise of the Father Thou ! Who dost the tongue with pow r endow. 4 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. i 3 30 5 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. 6 O 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. 7 All glory while the ages run Be to the Father, and the Son Who rose from death ; the same to Thee, Holy Ghost, eternally. 33. TRINITY-SUNDAY. 1 TVTOW doth the fiery sun decline : — -L^ Thou, Unity eternal I shine ; Thou, Trinity, thy blessings pour, And make our hearts with love run o'er. 2 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. 3 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. ;34. 31 TKINITY-SUNDAY. OTHOU 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. 35. TRINITY-SUNDAY. OTHOU ! who dost all nature sway, Dread Trinity in Unity ! Accept the trembling praise we pour To thy eternal Majesty. The star that heralds in the morn Is slowly fading in the sides ; The darkness melts ; — 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. c 4 32 OD. FEAST OF CORPUS CHRTSTI. 1 OIXG, my tongue, the Saviours glory, ^ Of his Flesh the mystery sing ; Of the Blood, all price exceeding. Shed by our immortal King, Destin'd, for the world's redemption, From a noble womb to spring. 2 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 clos'd in solemn order Wondrously his life of woe. 3 On the night of that Last Supper. Seated with his chosen band, He the paschal victim eating, First fulfils the Law's command : Then, as Food to all his brethren Gives Himself with his own hand. 4 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. 33 [Tantum ergo sacramentum.] 5 Down in adoration falling, Lo ! the sacred Host we hail ; Lo ! o'er ancient forms departing, Newer rites of grace prevail ; Faith, for all defects supplying, Where the feeble senses fail. 6 To the Everlasting Father, And the Son who reigns on high, With the Holy Ghost proceeding Forth from Each eternally, Be salvation, honour, blessing, Might, and endless majesty. 37. CORPUS CHRISTI. 1 HP HE Word, descending from above, J- Though with the Father still on high, Went forth upon his work of love, And soon to life's last eve drew nigh. 2 He shortly to a death accurs'd By a disciple shall be given ; But to his twelve disciples first He gives Himself, the Bread from Heaven. 3 Himself in either kind lie 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, c 5 34 4 At birth, our brother He became ; At board, Himself as food He gives ; To ransom us He died in shame ; As our reward, in bliss He lives. [O salutaris Hostia.J 5 saving Victim ! opening wide The gate of Heaven to man below ! Our foes press on from every side ; — Thine aid supply, thy strength bestow. 6 To thy great Name be endless praise, Immortal Godhead, One hi Three ! Oh, grant us endless length of days, In our true native land, with Thee ! QQ FEAST OF THE MOST SACRED HEART OF JESUS. 1 TESU, Creator of the world! *J Of all mankind Redeemer blest ! True God of God ! in whom we see The Father's Image clear express 'd ! 2 Thee, Saviour, love alone constrain 'd To make our mortal flesh thine own : And as a second Adam come, For the fir^t Adam to atone. 85 3 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. 4 Jesu ! in thy heart divine May that same love for ever glow ; For ever mercy to mankind From that exhaustless fountain flow. 5 For this, thy sacred heart was pierc'd, And both with blood and water ran ; To cleanse us from the stains of guilt, And be the hope and strength of man. 6 To God the Father, and the Son, All praise, and power, and glory be ; With Thee, O holy Comforter, Henceforth through all eternitv. 39. ANOTHEK OFFICE OF THE SAME FEAST. 1 A LL ye who seek a certain cure -£*- In trouble and distress, Whatever sorrow vex the mind, Or guilt the soul oppress : 2 Jesus, who gave himself for you Upon the Cross to die, Opens to you his sacred Heart, — Oh, to that Heart draw nigh ! c 6 30 3 Ye hear how kindly He invites ; Ye hear his words so blest ; — k ' All ye that labour, come to Me, And I will give you rest," 4 What meeker than the Saviour's Heart ? — As on the Cross He lay, It did his murderers forgive, And for then pardon pray. 5 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 WTiich forth from Thee doth flow ; Xew grace, new hope inspire ; a new And better heart bestow. 40. ST. JOSEPH. 1 TOSEPH ! our certain hope of hfe !