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 CATHOLIC HYMNS, 
 
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 BY 
 
 FREDERICK W. FABER, 
 
 PRIEST OF THE ORATORY OF ST. PHILIP NERI. 
 
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 auxilium, ut liberaret nos, et venit in adjutorium nobis. 
 
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 FOR SO MANY KINDNESSES 
 
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 WITH 
 
 OUR DEAR ST. PHILIP. 
 
 1849. 
 

PREFACE. 
 
 The following Hymns do not, as will be 
 seen, form anything like a perfect collection, 
 but are given as a specimen of a much larger 
 and more complete work. The Author has 
 had a double end in view in the composition of 
 them ; first, to furnish some simple and origi- 
 nal hymns for singing; secondly, to provide 
 English Catholics with a hymn-book for read- 
 ing, in the simplest and least involved metres : 
 and both these objects have not unfrequently 
 required considerable sacrifice in a literary 
 point of view. 
 
 When God raised up our dear and blessed 
 Father St. Philip, St. Ignatius, and St. Theresa, 
 and gave them to His Church, just as the he- 
 resy of Protestantism was beginning to devas- 
 tate the world, those three Saints seem to have 
 had distinct departments assigned to them* 
 All of them, each in a different way, met the 
 subjectivity, the self-introverted habit of mind, 
 which was then coming uppermost, and thus 
 rendered modern Catholicism the great object 
 of our study and the model for our' imitation, 
 
 A2 
 
VI PREFACE. 
 
 as being peculiarly fashioned, and that by the 
 hands of Saints, for the welfare of these latter 
 ages. St. Theresa represents the common sense, 
 the discreet enthusiasm, of devotion and the 
 interior life, which distinguishes Catholic asce- 
 ticism and the mysticism of the Saints from 
 the fanatical vagaries of the heretics. St. Ig- 
 natius, without debarring his children from any 
 field of labour, took in a special way the edu- 
 cation of Europe and the evangelization of dis- 
 tant lands for his department, and represented 
 in the Church the principle of faith. St. Philip 
 devised a changeful variety of spiritual exer- 
 cises and recreations, which gathered round 
 him the art and literature, as well as the piety 
 of Rome, and was eminently qualified to meet 
 the increased appetite for the Word of God, for 
 services in the vernacular, for hymn-singing 
 and prayer-meetings. Sanctity in the world, 
 perfection at home, high attainments in com- 
 mon earthly callings — such was the principal 
 end of his apostolate. He met the gloom and 
 sourness and ungainly stiffness of the puritan 
 element of Protestantism by cheerfulness and 
 playful manners, which he ensured, not in any 
 human way, but by leaving to his children the 
 frequentation of the Sacraments as the chief 
 subject of their preaching and their chief coun- 
 sel in the spiritual direction of others ; and he 
 represented in the Church the principle of love. 
 St. Ignatius was the St. Dominic, St. Philip 
 the St. Francis of his age. What was medi- 
 
PREFACE. Vll 
 
 seval and suited to the mediaeval state of things 
 passed away, and there appeared at the Chiesa 
 Nuova and the Gesii the less poetical, but tho- 
 roughly practical element of modern times, the 
 common sense which works and wears so well 
 in this prosaic world of ours. 
 
 It was natural then that an English son of 
 St. Philip should feel the want of a collection 
 of English Catholic hymns fitted for singing. 
 The few in the Garden of the Soul were all 
 that were at hand, and of course they were not 
 numerous enough to furnish the requisite va- 
 riety. As to translations, they do not express 
 Saxon thoughts and feelings, and consequently 
 the poor do not seem to take to them. The 
 domestic wants of the Oratory, too, kept alive 
 the feeling that something of the sort was 
 needed ; though at the same time the Author's 
 ignorance of music appeared in some measure 
 to disqualify him for the work of supplying the 
 defect. Eleven, however, of the hymns were 
 written, most of them, for particular tunes and 
 on particular occasions, and became very popu- 
 lar with a country congregation. They were 
 afterwards printed for the schools at St. Wil- 
 frid's, and the very numerous applications to 
 the printer for them seemed to show that, in 
 spite of very glaring literary defects, such as 
 careless grammar and slipshod metre, people 
 were anxious to have Catholic hymns of any 
 sort. The MS. of the present volume was sub- 
 mitted to a musical friend, who replied that 
 
Vlll PREFACE. 
 
 certain verses of all or nearly all the hyning 
 would do for singing : and this encouragement 
 has led to the publication of the volume. 
 
 This, however, as the length and character 
 of many of the hymns will show, was not the 
 only object of the volume. There is scarcely 
 anything which takes so strong a hold upon 
 people as religion in metre, hymns or poems on 
 doctrinal subjects. Every one, who has had 
 experience among the English poor, knows the 
 influence of Wesley's Hymns and the Olney 
 Collection. Less than moderate literary excel- 
 lence, a very tame versification, indeed often 
 the simple recurrence of a rhyme is sufficient : 
 the spell seems to lie in that. Catholics even 
 are not unfrequently found poring with a de- 
 vout and unsuspecting delight over the verses 
 of the Olney Hymns, which the Author himself 
 can remember acting like a spell upon him for 
 years, strong enough to be for long a counter 
 influence to very grave convictions, and even 
 now to come back from time to time unbidden 
 into the mind. The Welsh Hymn-book is in 
 two goodly volumes, and helps to keep alive the 
 well-known Welsh fanaticism. The German 
 Hymn-book, with its captivating double rhymes, 
 outdoes Luther's Bible, as a support of the now 
 decaying cause of Protestantism there. The 
 Cantiques of the French Missions and the 
 Laudi Spirituali of Italy are reckoned among 
 the necessary weapons of the successful mis- 
 sionary ; and it would seem that the Oratory, 
 
PREFACE. IX 
 
 with its " perpetual domestic mission/' first led 
 the way in this matter ; and St. Alphonso, the 
 pupil of St. Philip's Neapolitan children, and 
 himself once under a vow to join them, used 
 to sing his own hymns in the pulpit before the 
 sermon. It seemed then in every way desirable 
 that Catholics should have a hymn-book for 
 reading^ which should contain the mysteries of 
 the faith in easy verse, or different states of 
 heart and conscience depicted, with the same 
 unadorned simplicity, for example, as the " O 
 for a closer walk with God" of the Olney 
 Hymns ; and that the metres should be of the 
 simplest and least intricate sort, so as not to 
 stand in the way of the understanding or en- 
 joyment of the poor, which has always been 
 found to be the case with anything like elabo- 
 rate metre, however simple the diction and 
 touching the thoughts might be. The means 
 of influence which one school of Protestantism 
 has in Wesley's, Newton's and Cowper's hymns, 
 and another in the more refined and engaging 
 works of Oxford writers, and foreign Catholics 
 in the Cantiques and Laudi, are unfortunately 
 entirely wanting to us in our labours among 
 the hymn-loving English. 
 
 The kind reader is requested then to consi- 
 der these Hymns as a sample, upon which the 
 Author wishes to invite criticism, with a view 
 to future composition, if sufficient leisure should 
 ever be allowed him for such labour ; and they 
 may perhaps be permitted, provisionally at 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 least, to stand in the gap, which they are cer- 
 tainly not fitted permanently to fill, in our 
 popular Catholic literature. 
 
 F. W. FABER, 
 
 PRIEST OF THE ORATORY 
 
 OF ST. PHLLIP NERI. 
 
 The Oratory, London. 
 Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. 
 
 1849. 
 
 SECOND EDITION. 
 
 Upwards of twenty new Hymns have been added 
 to this edition ; indeed the matter has been doubled ; 
 and the price reduced from 2s. 6d. to Is. 
 
 London. Feast of St. Philip Neri. 
 1852. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGl; 
 
 1. The Most Holy Trinity ....... 1 
 
 2. The Eternal Father * 3 
 
 3. Jesus, my God and my Ail 5 
 
 4. The Eternal Spirit ... i ; ... 7 
 
 5. Yeni Creator . . . . * . ; . .11 
 
 6. Yeni Sancte Spiritiis ....... i3 
 
 7. The Infant Jesus \ i * . . . . .14 
 
 8. The Agony .... i i .... 17 
 
 9. Jesus Crucified ..;...... 20 
 
 10. The Precious Blood I ....... 23 
 
 11. The Descent of Jesus to Limbus 25 
 
 12. Jesus Risen . . 27 
 
 13. The Apparition of Jesus to our Blessed Lady . . 2& 
 
 14. The Ascension . 33 
 
 15. The Mission of the Holy Grhost ; . 37 
 
 16. The Descent of the Holy Ghost . ; . . .41 
 
 17. Corpus Christi . ; . 45 
 
 18. The Sacred Heart . 48 
 
 19. To our Blessed Lady ■. -. . . 55 
 
 20. The Immaculate Conception i 4 i 56 
 
 21. The Purification ■. » . i . . 60 
 
 22. The Dolours of our Lady i . * . 62 
 
 23. The Month of May ; . » , . . 64 
 
 24. Another Month of Mary ....... 67 
 
 25. The Assumption ........ 72 
 
 26. To our Blessed Lady, for the Souls in Purgatory . . 75 
 
 27. Hymn to St. Joseph 77 
 
 28. The Patronage of St. Joseph ■. . . . 79 
 
 29. The Creation of the Angels 81 
 
 30. St. Michael ......... 84 
 
 31. St. Gabriel 87 
 
Xll CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 32. The Guardian Angel. For the School Children . .91 
 
 33. St. Peter and St. Paul 94 
 
 34. To our holy Father and blessed founder, St. Philip 
 
 Neri 96 
 
 35. St. Philip in England . 100 
 
 36. St. Philip's Converts 104 
 
 37. St. Philip's Picture . 107 
 
 38. St. Philip's Charity 110 
 
 39. St. Philip and the Middle Ages 113 
 
 40. St. Philip and the World 115 
 
 41. St. Philip's Death . 118 
 
 42. To St. Wilfrid 125 
 
 43. Flowers for the Altar. For the School Children. . 129 
 
 44. Ragged School Hymn 131 
 
 45. The True Shepherd. For the Ragged School . . 132 
 
 46. Faith of our Fathers. For England 135 
 
 47. Faith of our Fathers. For Ireland. * . . .137 
 
 48. The new Infidelity 139 
 
 49. Conversion . 144 
 
 50. The Will of God 146 
 
 51. The World 149 
 
 52. Distractions in Prayer 152 
 
 53. Sweetness in Prayer 155 
 
 54. Dryness in Prayer 158 
 
 55. The Pain of Love 162 
 
 56. The End of Man 164 
 
 57. The Gifts of God 166 
 
 58. The Right must win 169 
 
 59. True Love 173 
 
 60. Perfection 178 
 
 61. Predestination l81 
 
 62. An Evening Hymn at the Oratory 184 
 
 63. Low Spirits . 187 
 
 64. The Eternal Years 190 
 
 65. St. Philip's Home 193 
 
 66. The Life of our Lord 197 
 
CATHOLIC HYMNS. 
 
 1. 
 
 THE MOST HOLY TRINITY. 
 
 i. 
 Have mercy on us, God Most High ! 
 
 Who lift our hearts to Thee ; 
 Have mercy on us worms of earth, 
 
 Most Holy Trinity ! 
 
 ii. 
 Most ancient of all mysteries ! 
 
 Before Thy throne we lie ; 
 Have mercy now, most merciful, 
 
 Most Holy Trinity ! 
 in. 
 When Heaven and earth were yet unmade, 
 
 When time was yet unknown, 
 Thou in Thy bliss and majesty 
 
 Didst live and love alone ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thou wert not born, there was no fount 
 From which Thy Being flowed ; 
 
 There is no end which Thou canst reach ; 
 But Thou art simply God. 
 
 B 
 
THE MOST HOLY TRINITY, 
 V. 
 
 How wonderful creation is, 
 
 The work that Thou didst bless, 
 
 And, oh ! what then must Thou be like, 
 Eternal Loveliness ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 How beautiful the Angels are, 
 The Saints how bright in bliss ; 
 
 But with Thy beauty, Lord ! compared. 
 How dull, how poor is this ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 In wonder lost, the highest heavens 
 
 Mary, their queen, may see ; 
 If Mary is so beautiful. 
 
 What must her Maker be ? 
 
 VIII. 
 
 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. 
 
 IX. 
 
 O Majesty most beautiful ! 
 
 Most Holy Trinity ! 
 On Mary's throne we climb to get 
 
 A far-off sight of Thee. 
 
THE MOST HOLY TRINITY, 
 X. 
 
 O listen, then, Most Pitiful ! 
 
 To Thy poor creature's heart ; 
 It blesses Thee that Thou art God, 
 
 That Thou art what Thou art ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 Most ancient of all mysteries ! 
 
 Still at Thy throne we lie ; 
 Have mercy now, most merciful. 
 
 Most Holy Trinity ! 
 
 II. 
 THE ETERNAL FATHER, 
 
 i. 
 My God ! how wonderful Thou art, 
 
 Thy Majesty how bright, 
 How beautiful Thy Mercy- Seat 
 In depths of burning light ! 
 ii. 
 How dread are Thine eternal years, 
 
 everlasting Lord ! 
 By prostrate spirits day and night 
 Incessantly adored ! 
 
 B 2 
 
THE ETERNAL FATHER, 
 III. 
 
 How beautiful, how beautiful 
 
 The sight of Thee must be, 
 Thine endless wisdom, boundless power, 
 
 And awful purity ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 how I fear Thee, Living God ! 
 
 With deepest, tenderest fears, 
 And worship Thee with trembling hope, 
 
 And penitential tears. 
 
 v. 
 
 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord ! 
 
 Almighty as Thou art, 
 For Thou hast stooped to ask of me 
 
 The love of my poor heart. 
 
 VI. 
 
 O then this worse than worthless heart 
 
 In pity deign to take, 
 And make it love Thee, for Thyself 
 
 And for Thy glory's sake. 
 
 VII. 
 
 No earthly father loves like Thee, 
 
 No mother half so mild 
 Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done, 
 
 With me Thy sinful child. 
 
THE ETERNAL FATHER. 
 VIII. 
 
 Only to sit and think of God, 
 
 O what a joy it is ! 
 To think the thought, to breathe the Name, 
 
 Earth has no higher bliss ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 Father of Jesus, love's Reward ! 
 
 What rapture will it be, 
 Prostrate before Thy Throne to lie, 
 
 And gaze and gaze on Thee ! 
 
 IIL 
 JESUS, MY GOD AND MY ALL. 
 
 i. 
 
 Jesus, Jesus ! dearest Lord ! 
 Forgive me if I say 
 
 For very love Thy sacred Name 
 A thousand times a day. 
 ii. 
 
 1 love Thee so, I know not how 
 
 My transports to control ; 
 Thy love is like a burning fire 
 Within my very soul. 
 
JESUS, MY GOD. 
 
 in. 
 O wonderful ! that Thou shouldst let 
 
 So vile a heart as mine 
 Love Thee with such a love as this, 
 
 And make so free with Thine. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The craft of this wise world of ours 
 Poor wisdom seems to me ; 
 
 Ah ! dearest Jesus ! I have grown 
 Childish with love of Thee ! 
 
 v. 
 For Thou to me art all in all, 
 
 My honour and my wealth, 
 My heart's desire, my body's strength, 
 
 My soul's eternal health. 
 
 vt 
 
 Burn, burn, Love ! within my heart, 
 Burn fiercely night and day, 
 
 Till all the dross of earthly loves 
 Is burned, and burned away. 
 
 VII. 
 
 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief, 
 Heaven begun on earth ! 
 
 Jesus ! my Love ! my Treasure ! who 
 Can tell what Thou art worth ? 
 
.' JESUS, MY GOD. 
 VIII. 
 
 O Jesus ! Jesus ! sweetest Lord ! 
 
 What art Thou not to me ? 
 Each hour brings joys before unknown. 
 
 Each day new liberty ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 What limit is there to thee, love ? 
 
 Thy flight where wilt Thou stay ? 
 On ! on ! our Lord is sweeter far 
 
 To-day than yesterday. 
 x. 
 O love of Jesus ! Blessed love ! 
 
 So will it ever be ; 
 Time cannot hold thy wondrous growth, 
 
 No, nor eternity ! 
 
 IV. 
 THE ETERNAL SPIRIT. 
 
 i. 
 
 Fountain of Love ! Thyself true God ! 
 
 Who through eternal days 
 From Father and from Son hast flowed 
 
 In uncreated ways ! 
 
THE ETERNAL SPIRIT. 
 II. 
 
 Majesty unspeakable ! 
 
 Person all divine ! 
 How in the Threefold Majesty 
 
 Doth Thy Procession shine ! 
 hi. 
 Fixed in the Godhead's awful light 
 
 Thy fiery Breath doth move ; 
 Thou art a wonder by Thyself 
 
 To worship and to love ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Proceeding, yet pf equal age 
 
 With Those whose love Thou art ; 
 Proceeding, yet distinct, from Those 
 
 From whom Thou seemst to part : 
 v. 
 An undivided Nature shared 
 
 With Father and with Son ; 
 A Person by Thyself ; with Them 
 
 Thy simple essence One ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Bond art Thou of the other Twain ! 
 
 Omnipotent and free ! 
 The consummating Love of God I 
 
 The Limit of the Three ! 
 
THE ETERNAL SPIRIT. 
 VII. 
 
 Thou limitest infinity, 
 
 Thyself all infinite ; 
 The Godhead lives and loves, and rests, 
 
 In Thine eternal light. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 I dread Thee, Unbegotten Love ! 
 
 True God ! Sole Fount of Grace ! 
 And now before Thy blessed throne 
 
 My sinful self abase. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Ocean, wide-flowing Ocean, Thou, 
 
 Of uncreated Love ; 
 I tremble as within my soul 
 
 I feel Thy waters move. 
 x. 
 Thou art a sea without a shore ; 
 
 Awful, immense Thou art ; 
 A sea which can contract itself 
 
 Within my narrow heart. 
 
 XI. 
 
 And yet Thou art a haven too 
 
 Out on the shoreless sea, 
 A harbour that can hold full well 
 
 Shipwrecked Humanity. 
 
 b 3 
 
10 THE ETERNAL SPIRIT. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Thou art an unborn Breath outbreathed 
 
 On angels and on men. 
 Subduing all things to Thyself, 
 
 We know not how or when. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Thou art a God of fire, that doth 
 Create while He consumes ! 
 
 A God of light, whose rays on earth 
 Darken where He illumes ! 
 
 XIV. 
 
 All things, dread Spirit ! to Thy praise 
 
 Thy Presence doth transmute ; 
 Evil itself Thy glory bears, 
 
 Its one abiding fruit ! 
 xv. 
 O Light ! Love ! very God ! 
 
 I dare no longer gaze 
 Upon Thy wondrous Attributes, 
 
 And their mysterious ways. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 O Spirit, beautiful and dread ! 
 
 My heart is fit to break 
 With Love of Thy humility 
 
 For us poor sinners' sake. 
 
VENI CREATOR. 11 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Thy love of Jesus I adore ; 
 
 My comfort this shall be, 
 That when I serve my dearest Lord 
 
 That service worships Thee ! 
 
 V. 
 
 VENI CREATOR. 
 
 i. 
 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come ! 
 The darkness of our minds illume ; 
 Thy children's hearts, God, inspire, 
 And lighten with celestial fire. 
 
 ii. 
 Thou that art named the Paraclete, 
 The Gift of God, His Spirit sweet ; 
 The Living Fountain, Fire, and Love, 
 And gracious Unction from above : 
 
 in. 
 Of God's Right Hand the Finger Thou, 
 Who dost Thy sevenfold grace bestow ; 
 True Promise of the Father, rich 
 In gifts of tongues and various speech. 
 
12 VENI CREATOR. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Enable with perpetual light 
 The dulness of our blinded sight ; 
 Our hearts with heavenly love fulfill 
 To walk Thy way, and do Thy will. 
 
 v. 
 Stablish our weakness, and refresh 
 With fortitude our fainting flesh : 
 Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; 
 Where Thou art guide, no ill can come. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Teach us to know the Father, Son, 
 And Thee, of Both, to be but One, 
 That through the ages all along 
 This faith may be love's endless song. 
 
 VII. 
 
 To God the Father laud and praise, 
 And to the Son, whom He did raise, 
 And to the Holy Spirit be, 
 Now and for all eternity. 
 
VKNI SANCTE SPIRITUS. 13 
 
 VI. 
 
 VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS. 
 
 i. 
 Come, Holy Spirit ! from the height 
 Of heaven send down Thy blessed light ! 
 
 Come, Father of the friendless poor ! 
 Giver of gifts, and Light of hearts, 
 Come with that unction which imparts 
 
 Such consolations as endure* 
 ii. 
 The Soul's Refreshment and her Guest, 
 Shelter in heat, in labour Rest, 
 
 The sweetest Solace in our woe ! 
 Come, blissful Light ! O come and fill, 
 In all Thy faithful, heart and will, 
 
 And make our inward fervour glow, 
 in. 
 Where Thou art, Lord I there is no ill, 
 For evil's self Thy light can kill. 
 
 O let that light upon us rise, 
 Lord ! heal our wounds, and cleanse our stains, 
 Fountain of grace ! and with thy rains 
 
 Our barren spirits fertilize. 
 
14 VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS, 
 
 IV. 
 
 Bend with Thy fires our stubborn will. 
 And quicken what the world would chill. 
 
 And homeward call the feet that stray : 
 Virtue's reward, and final grace, 
 The Eternal Vision face to face, 
 
 Spirit of Love ! for these we pray. 
 v. 
 Come, Holy Spirit ! bid us live ; 
 To those who trust Thy mercy give 
 
 Joys that through endless ages flow : 
 Thy various gifts, foretastes of Heaven, 
 Those that are named Thy sacred Seven, 
 
 On us, O God of love, bestow. 
 
 VII. 
 
 THE INFANT JESUS. 
 
 i. 
 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 ! 
 
THE INFANT JESUS. 15 
 
 II. 
 
 How faint and feeble is Thy cry. 
 
 Like plaint of harmless dove, 
 When Thou dost murmur in Thy sleep 
 
 Of sorrow and of love, 
 in. 
 When Mary bids Thee sleep Thou sleep'st, 
 
 Thou wakest when she calls ; 
 Thou art content upon her lap, 
 
 Or in the rugged stalls. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Simplest of Babes ! with what a grace 
 
 Thou dost Thy Mother's will ; 
 Thine infant fashions well betray 
 
 The Godhead's hidden skill. 
 v. 
 When Joseph takes Thee in his arms. 
 
 And smooths Thy little cheek, 
 Thou lookest up into his face 
 
 So helpless and so meek. 
 
 VI. 
 
 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. 
 
16 THE INFANT JESUS. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Yes ! dearest Babe ! those tiny hands, 
 
 That play with Mary's hair, 
 The weight of all the mighty world 
 
 This very moment bear. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 While thou art clasping Mary's neck 
 
 In timid tight embrace, 
 The boldest Seraphs veil themselves 
 
 Before Thine infant Face. 
 
 IX. 
 When Mary hath appeased Thy thirst, 
 
 And hushed Thy feeble cry, 
 The hearts of men lie open still 
 
 Before Thy slumbering eye. 
 
 x. 
 
 Art Thou, weak Babe ! my very God ? 
 
 O I must love Thee then, 
 Love Thee, and yearn to spread Thy love 
 
 Among forgetful men. 
 
 XI. 
 
 O dear ! O wakeful-hearted Child ! 
 
 Sleep on, dear Jesus ! sleep ; 
 For Thou must one day wake for me 
 
 To sutler and to weep. 
 
THE INFANT JESUS. 17 
 
 XII. 
 
 A Scourge, a Cross, a cruel Crown 
 
 Have I in store for Thee ; 
 Yet why ? one little tear, Lord ! 
 
 Ransom enough would be. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 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. 
 
 VIIL 
 THE AGONY. 
 
 O Soul of Jesus, sick to death ! 
 Thy Blood and prayer together plead ; 
 My sins have bowed Thee to the ground, 
 As the storm bows the feeble reed. 
 
 n. 
 Midnight — and still the oppressive load 
 Upon Thy tortured Heart doth lie ; 
 Still the abhorred procession winds 
 Before Thy spirits' quailing eye. 
 
18 THE AGONY. 
 
 III. 
 
 Deep waters have come in, O Lord I 
 All darkly on Thy Human Soul ; 
 And clouds of supernatural gloom 
 Around Thee are allowed to roll. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The weight of the eternal wrath 
 Drives over Thee with pressure dread ; 
 And forced upon the olive roots, 
 In deathlike sadness droops Thy Head. 
 
 v. 
 Thy spirit weighs the sins of men ; 
 Thy science fathoms all their guilt ; 
 Thou sickenest heavily at Thy Heart, 
 And the pores open, — blood is spilt. 
 
 VI. 
 
 And Thou hast struggled with it, Lord ! 
 Even to the limit of Thy strength, 
 While hours, whose minutes were as years, 
 Slowly fulfilled their weary length. 
 
 VII. 
 
 And Thou hast shuddered at each act, 
 And shrunk with an astonished fear, 
 As if Thou couldst not bear to see 
 The loathsomeness of sin so near. 
 
THE AGONY. 19 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Sin and the Father's Anger ! they 
 Have made Thy lower nature faint ; 
 All, save the love within Thy Heart, 
 Seemed for the moment to be spent. 
 
 IX. 
 
 My God ! My God ! and can it be 
 That I should sin so lightly now, 
 And think no more of evil thoughts, 
 Than of the wind that waves the bough ? 
 
 x. 
 I sin, and heaven and earth go round, 
 As if no dreadful deed were done, 
 As : if God's Blood had never flowed 
 To hinder sin, or to atone. 
 
 XI. 
 
 I walk the earth with lightsome step, 
 Smile at the sunshine, breathe the air, 
 Do my own will, nor ever heed 
 Gethsemane and Thy long prayer. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Shall it be alway thus, Lord ? 
 Wilt Thou not work this hour in me 
 The grace Thy Passion merited, 
 Hatred of self and love of Thee ? 
 
20 THE AGONY. 
 
 xni. 
 by the pains of Thy pure love, 
 Grant ine the gift of holy fear ; 
 And give me of Thy Bloody Sweat 
 To wash my guilty conscience clear ! 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Ever when tempted, make me see, 
 Beneath the olive's moon-pierced shade, 
 My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised, 
 And bleeding, on the earth He made. 
 
 xv. 
 
 And make me feel it was my sin, 
 As though no other sins there were, 
 That was to Him who bears the world 
 A load that He could scarcely bear ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 JESUS CRUCIFIED. 
 
 i. 
 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 ! 
 
JESUS CRUCIFIED, 21 
 
 II. 
 
 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 I 
 
 in. 
 How fast His Hands and Feet are nailed ; 
 His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied, 
 His failing Eyes are blind with blood % 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 His Mother cannot reach his Face ; 
 She stands in helplessness beside ; 
 Her heart is martyred with her Son's ; 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 v. 
 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 ! 
 
 VI, 
 
 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 I 
 
22 JESUS CRUCIFIED, 
 
 VII. 
 
 Found guilty of excess of love, 
 It was thine own sweet will that tied 
 Thee tighter far than helpless nails ; 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed ; 
 His falling Eyes he strove to guide 
 With mindful love to Mary's face ; 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 break, O break, hard heart of mine ! 
 Thy weak self-love and guilty pride 
 His Pilate and His Judas were 5 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 x. 
 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 ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 A broken heart, a fount of tears, 
 Ask, and they will not be denied 5 
 A broken heart love's cradle is ; 
 Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
THE PRECIOUS BLOOD, 23 
 
 XII. 
 
 Love of God ! Sin of man ! 
 
 In this dread act your strength is tried ; 
 
 And victory remains with love, 
 
 For He, our Love, is crucified ! 
 
 X. 
 
 THE PRECIOUS BLOOD. 
 
 (FROM THE ITALIAN.) 
 I. 
 
 Hail, Jesus ! Hail ! who for my sake 
 Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take, 
 
 And shed it all for me ; 
 O blessed be my Saviour's Blood, 
 My life, my light, my only good y 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 n. 
 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. 
 
24 THE PRECIOUS BLOOD. 
 
 III. 
 
 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. 
 
 IV. 
 
 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 ! 
 v. 
 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 ! 
 
 To all the faithful who say or sing the above 
 Hymn, Pius VII. grants an indulgence of 100 
 days : applicable also to the souls in Purgatory. 
 
THE DESCENT OF JESUS TO LIMBUS. 25 
 
 XI. 
 THE DESCENT OF JESUS TO LIMBUS. 
 
 i. 
 
 Thousands of years had come and gone, 
 
 And slow the ages seemed to move 
 To those expectant souls that filled 
 
 That prison-house of patient love. 
 ii. 
 It was a weary watch of theirs, 
 
 But onward still their hopes would press ; 
 Captives they were, yet happy too, 
 
 In their contented weariness, 
 in. 
 As noiseless tides the ample depths 
 
 Of some capacious harbour fill, 
 So grew the calm of that dread place 
 
 Each day with increase swift and still 
 iv. 
 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. 
 
26 THE DESCENT OF JESUS TO LIMBUS. 
 V. 
 
 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. 
 
 VI. 
 
 But see ! how hushed the crowd of souls ! 
 
 Whence comes the light of upper day ? 
 What glorious Form is this that finds 
 
 Through central earth its ready way ? 
 
 VII. 
 
 'Tis God ! 'tis Man ! the living Soul 
 Of Jesus, beautiful and bright, 
 
 The first-born of created things, 
 
 Flushed with a pure resplendent light. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 'Twas Mary's child ! Eve saw Him come ; 
 
 She flew from Joseph's haunted side, 
 And worshipped, first of all that crowd, 
 
 The Soul of Jesus Crucified. 
 
 IX. 
 
 So after four long thousand years, 
 
 Faith reached her end, and Hope her aim, 
 
 And from them, as they passed away, 
 Love lit her everlasting flame ! 
 
JESUS RISEN. 27 
 
 XII. 
 
 JESUS RISEN. 
 
 i. 
 All hail ! dear Conqueror ! all hail ! 
 
 what a victory is thine ! 
 How beautiful thy strength appears, 
 
 Thy crimson wounds, how bright they shine ! 
 ii. 
 Thou earnest at the dawn of day ; 
 
 Armies of souls around Thee were, 
 Blest spirits, thronging to adore 
 
 Thy Flesh, so marvellous, so fair, 
 in. 
 The everlasting Godhead lay 
 
 Shrouded within those Limbs Divine, 
 Nor left untenanted one hour 
 
 That sacred Human Heart of Thine. 
 
 IV. 
 
 They worshipped Thee, those ransomed souls, 
 With the fresh strength of love set free ; 
 
 They worshipped joyously, and thought 
 Of Mary while they looked on Thee. 
 
 c 2 
 
28 JESUS RISEN. 
 
 V. 
 
 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. 
 
 VI. 
 
 They worshipped, while the beauteous Soul 
 Paused by the Body's wounded Side : — 
 
 Bright flashed the cave, — before them stood 
 The Living Jesus Glorified. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Down, down, all lofty things on earth, 
 
 And worship Him with joyous dread ! 
 Sin ! thou art outdone by love ! 
 
 Death ! thou art discomfited ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts, 
 How sang the angelic choirs that day, 
 
 When from His tomb the imprisoned God, 
 Like the strong sunrise, broke away. 
 
 IX. 
 
 I am burning so with love, 
 
 1 fear lest I should make too free ; 
 Let me lie silent and adore 
 
 Thy glorified Humanity. 
 
JESUS RISEN. 29 
 
 X. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 XIIL 
 
 THE APPARITION OF JESUS TO OUR 
 BLESSED LADY. 
 
 i. 
 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. 
 ii. 
 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, 
 in. 
 O never yet had Acts of Hope 
 
 Been offered to the Throne on high, 
 Like those that died on Mary's lip, 
 
 And beamed from out her glistening eye. 
 
30 THE APPARITION OF JESUS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Hush ! there is silence in her heart, 
 Deeper than when St. Gabriel spoke, 
 
 And upon midnight's tingling ear 
 The blessed Ave sweetly broke. 
 
 v. 
 Ah me ! what wondrous change is this ! 
 
 What trembling floods of noiseless light ! 
 Jesus before His Mother stands, 
 
 Jesus, all beautiful and bright ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 He comes ! He comes ! and will she run 
 With freeest love her Child to greet ? 
 
 He came ! and she, His creature, fell 
 Prostrate at her Creator's Feet. 
 
 VII. 
 
 He raised her up ; He pressed her head 
 Gently against His wounded Side ; 
 
 He gave her spirit strength to bear 
 The sight of Jesus Glorified. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 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 ! 
 
THE APPARITION OF JESUS. 31 
 
 IX. 
 
 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,— 
 x. 
 Her burden o'er the desert sand, 
 
 The helpmate of her toils, — 'twas He, 
 He by whose deathbed she had stood 
 
 Long hours beneath the bleeding Tree. 
 
 XI. 
 
 His crimson Wounds, they shone like suns, 
 His beaming hand was raised to bless ; 
 
 The sweetness of His voice had hushed 
 The angels into silentness. 
 
 XII. 
 
 His sacred Flesh, like spirit glowed, 
 Glowed with immortal beauty's might ; 
 
 His smiles were like the virgin rays 
 That sprang from new-created light. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 When wilt thou drink that beauty in ? 
 
 Mother ! when wilt thou satisfy 
 With those adoring looks of love 
 
 The thirst of thine extatic eye ? 
 
32 THE APPARITION OF JESUS. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Not yet, not yet thy wondrous joy 
 
 Is filled to its mysterious brim ; 
 Thou hast another sight to see 
 
 To which this vision is but dim ! 
 xv. 
 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. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 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. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 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 ASCENSION. 33 
 
 XIV. 
 
 THE ASCENSION. 
 
 i. 
 
 Why is thy face so lit with smiles^ 
 
 Mother of Jesus ! why ? 
 And wherefore is thy beaming look 
 
 So fixed upon the sky ? 
 
 ii. 
 From out thine overflowing eyes 
 
 Bright lights of gladness part, 
 As though some gushing fount of joy 
 
 Had broken in thy heart, 
 in. 
 Mother ! how canst thou smile to-day ? 
 
 How can thine eyes be bright, 
 When He, thy Life, thy Love, thine All, 
 
 Hath vanished from thy sight ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 His rising form on Olivet 
 
 A summer's shadow cast ; 
 The branches of the hoary trees 
 
 Drooped as the shadow passed. 
 
 c 3 
 
34 THE ASCENSION. 
 
 V. 
 
 And as He rose with all His train 
 
 Of righteous souls around 
 His blessing fell into thine heart, 
 
 Like dew into the ground. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Down stooped a silver cloud from heaven, 
 
 The Eternal Spirit's car, 
 And on the lessening vision went, 
 
 Like some receding star, 
 vn. 
 The silver cloud hath sailed away, 
 
 The skies are blue and free ; 
 The road that vision took is now 
 
 Sunshine and vacancy. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The Feet which thou hast kissed so oft, 
 Those living Feet, are gone ; 
 
 Mother ! thou canst but stoop and kiss 
 Their print upon the stone. 
 
 IX. 
 
 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. 
 
THE ASCENSION. 35 
 
 X. 
 
 That Flesh with its live witness Wounds 
 
 Unto His throne He bore, 
 For God to love, and spirits blest 
 
 To worship evermore. 
 
 XI. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 XII. 
 
 surely earth's poor sunshine now 
 
 To thee mere gloom appears, 
 When He is gone who was its light 
 
 For Three-and-Thirty Years. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Why do not thy sweet hands detain 
 
 His Feet upon their way ? 
 why doth not the Mother speak 
 
 And bid her Son to stay ? 
 xiv. 
 Ah no ! thy love is rightful love, 
 
 From all selfseeking free ; 
 The change that is such gain to Him 
 
 Can be no loss to thee ! 
 
36 THE ASCENSION. 
 
 XV. 
 
 'Tis sweet to feel our Saviour's love, 
 To feel His Presence near ; 
 
 Yet loyal love His glory holds 
 A thousand times more dear. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 XVII. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 True love is worship : Mother dear ! 
 
 O gain for us the light 
 To love, because the creature's love 
 
 Is the Creator's right ! 
 
THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 37 
 
 XV. 
 
 THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 i. 
 No track is on the sunny sky, 
 
 No footprints on the air ; 
 Jesus hath gone ; the face of earth 
 
 Is desolate and bare. 
 
 ii. 
 The blessed feet of Mary's Son, 
 
 They tread the streets no more ; 
 His soul-converting voice gives not 
 
 Its music as before. 
 hi. 
 His Mother sits all worshipful 
 
 With her majestic mien ; 
 The princes of the infant Church 
 
 Are gathered round their Queen. 
 
 IV. 
 
 They gaze on her with raptured eyes, 
 
 Her features are like His, 
 Her presence is their ample strength. 
 
 Her face reflects their bliss. 
 
38 THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 Y. 
 
 That Upper Room is heaven on earth ; 
 
 Within its precints lie 
 All that earth has of faith, or hope, 
 
 Or heaven-born charity. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Eye of God looks down on them, 
 His love is centered there ; 
 
 His Spirit yearns to be o'ercome 
 By their sweet strife of prayer. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The Mother prays her mighty prayer, 
 In accents meek and faint, 
 
 And highest heaven is quick to own 
 The beautiful constraint. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The Eternal Son takes up the prayer 
 
 Upon His royal throne ; 
 The Son His human Mother hears, 
 
 The Sire His equal Son. 
 
 IX. 
 
 The Spirit hears, and He consents 
 
 His mission to fulfil ; 
 For what is asked hath ever been 
 
 His own eternal will. 
 
THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 39 
 X. 
 
 Ten days and nights in Acts Divine 
 
 Of awful love were spent, 
 While Mary and her children prayed 
 
 The Spirit might be sent. 
 
 XI. 
 
 The joy of angels grew and grew 
 
 On Mary's wondrous prayer, 
 And the Divine Complacence stooped 
 
 To feed His glory there. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Her eyes to heaven were humbly raised, 
 While for her Spouse she prayed ; 
 
 Methought the sweetness of her prayer 
 His blissful coming stayed. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 For ever coming did He seem, 
 
 For ever on the wing ; 
 His chosen angels round his Throne 
 
 Now gazed, now ceased to sing. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 How beautiful, how passing speech, 
 
 The Dove did then appear, 
 As the hour of His humility 
 
 At Mary's word drew near ! 
 
40 THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 XV. 
 
 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. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Then for His love of worthless men, 
 
 His love of Mary's worth, 
 His beauteous wings the Dove outspread, 
 
 And winged his flight to earth. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 wondrous Flight ! He left not heaven, 
 Though earth's low fields He won, 
 
 But in the Bosom still reposed 
 Of Father and of Son. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 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 ! 
 
THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 41 
 XVI. 
 
 THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 i. 
 O mighty Mother ! why that light 
 
 In thine uplifted eye ? 
 Why that resplendent look of more 
 
 Than queenlike majesty ? 
 
 ii. 
 O waitest thou in this thy joy 
 
 For Gabriel once again ? 
 Is heaven about to part, and make 
 
 The Blessed Vision plain ? 
 in. 
 She sat ; beneath her shadow were 
 
 The Chosen of her Son ; 
 Within each heart and on each face 
 
 Her power and spirit shone. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Hers was the courage they had won 
 From her prevailing prayers ; 
 
 They gazed on her, until her heart 
 Began to beat in theirs. 
 
42 THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 V. 
 
 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. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Queen of the Church ! around thee shines 
 
 The purest light of heaven, 
 And all created things to thee 
 
 For thy domain are given ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 Why waitest thou then so abashed, 
 
 Wrapt in extatic fear, 
 Speechless with adoration, hushed, — 
 
 Hushed as though God were near ? 
 
 VIII. 
 
 She is a creature ! See ! she bows, 
 She trembles though so great ; — 
 
 Created Majesty o'er whelmed 
 Before the Increate ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 He comes ! He comes ! That mighty Breath 
 From heaven's eternal shores ; 
 
 His uncreated freshness fills 
 His Bride as she adores. 
 
THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 43 
 X. 
 
 Earth quakes before that rushing blast, 
 Heaven echos back the sound, 
 
 And mightily the tempest wheels 
 That Upper Room around. 
 
 XI. 
 
 One moment — and the silentness 
 Was breathless as the grave ; 
 
 The fluttered earth forgot to quake, 
 The troubled trees to wave. 
 
 XII. 
 
 One moment — and the Spirit hung 
 
 O'er her with dread desire ; 
 Then broke upon the heads of all 
 
 In cloven tongues of fire. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Who knows in what a sea of love 
 Our Lady's heart He drowned ? 
 
 Or what new gifts He gave her then ? 
 What ancient gifts He crowned ? 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Grace was so multiplied on her, 
 
 So grew within her heart, 
 She stands alone, earth's miracle, 
 
 A being all apart. 
 
44 THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 XV. 
 
 What gifts He gave those chosen men, 
 
 Past ages can display ; 
 Nay, more, their vigour still inspires 
 
 The weakness of to-day. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Those Tongues still speak within the Church, 
 
 That Fire is undecayed ; 
 Its well-spring was that Upper Room, 
 
 Where Mary sat and prayed. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The Spirit came into the Church 
 
 With His unfailing power ; 
 He is the Living Heart that beats 
 
 Within her at this hour. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Speak gently then of Church and Saints, 
 
 Lest you His ways reprove ; 
 The Heat, the Pulses of the Church 
 
 Are God's Eternal Love. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 let us fall and worship Him, 
 
 The Love of Sire and Son, 
 The Con substantial Breath of God, 
 
 The Coeternal One ! 
 
THE DESCENT OP THE HOLY GHOST. 45 
 XX. 
 
 Ah ! see, how like the Incarnate Word, 
 
 His Blessed Self He lowers, 
 To dwell with us invisibly, 
 
 And make His riches ours. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Most humble Spirit ! Mighty God ! 
 
 Sweet must Thy Presence be, 
 If loss of Jesus can be gain, 
 
 So long as we have Thee ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 CORPUS CHRIST! 
 
 i. 
 
 Jesus ! my Lord, my God, my all ! 
 
 How can I love Thee as I ought ? 
 And how revere this wondrous gift, 
 So far surpassing hope or thought ? 
 Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! 
 O, make us love Thee more and more ! 
 
46 CORPUS CHRISTI. 
 
 II. 
 
 Had I but Mary's sinless heart 
 
 To love Thee with, my dearest King ! 
 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 ! 
 
 in. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead, all ! 
 O mystery of love divine ! 
 
 1 cannot compass all I have, 
 
 For all Thou hast and art are mine ! 
 Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! 
 O, make us love Thee more and more ! 
 
 v. 
 Sound, sound His praises higher still, 
 And come, ye angels, to our aid, 
 
CORPUS CHRISTL 47 
 
 'Tis God ! 'tis God! the very God 
 
 Whose power both man and angels made ! 
 Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! 
 0, make us love Thee more and more ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Ring joyously, ye solemn bells ! 
 
 And wave, 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 ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 O earth ! grow flowers beneath His feet, 
 
 And thou, sun, shine bright this day ! 
 He comes ! He comes ! Heaven on earth ! 
 Our Jesus comes upon His way ! 
 Sweet Sacrament ! we Thee adore ! 
 O, make us love Thee more and more ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 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 Thee adore ! 
 O, make us love Thee more and more ! 
 
48 CORPUS CHRISTI. 
 
 IX. 
 
 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 ! 
 All, all we have or are be Thine ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 THE SACRED HEART. 
 
 i. 
 Unchanging and Unchangeable, before angelic 
 
 eyes, 
 The Vision of the Godhead in its tranquil 
 
 beauty lies ; 
 And like a city lighted up all gloriously within, 
 Its countless lustres glance and gleam, and 
 
 sweetest worship win. 
 On the Unbegotten Father, awful wellspring 
 
 of the Three, 
 On the Sole Begotten Son's coequal Majesty, 
 
THE SACRED HEART. 49 
 
 On Him eternally breathed forth from Father 
 
 and from Son, 
 The spirits gaze with fixed amaze, and unreek- 
 
 oned ages run. 
 
 Myriad, myriad Angels raise 
 Happy hymns of wondering praise, 
 Ever through eternal days, 
 Before the Holy Trinity, 
 One Undivided Three ! 
 ii. 
 Still the Fountain of the Godhead giveth forth 
 
 eternal Being, 
 Still begetting, still begotten, still His own 
 
 perfection seeing, 
 Still limiting His own loved Self with His dear 
 
 coequal Spirit, 
 No change comes o'er His blissful Life, no 
 
 shadow passeth near it. 
 And beautiful dread Attributes, all manifold 
 
 and bright, 
 Now thousands seem, now lose themselves in 
 
 one self-living light ; 
 And far in that deep Life of God, in harmony 
 
 complete, 
 Like crowned kings, all opposite perfections 
 take their seat. d 
 
50 THE SACRED HEART. 
 
 Myriad, myriad Angels raise 
 Happy hymns of wondering praise, 
 Ever through eternal days, 
 Before the Holy Trinity, 
 One Undivided Three ! 
 in. 
 And in that ungrowing vision nothing deepens, 
 
 nothing brightens, 
 But the living Life of God perpetually lightens ; 
 And created life is nothing but a radiant 
 
 shadow fleeing 
 From the unapproached lustres of that Unbe- 
 
 ginning Being : 
 Spirits wise and deep have watched that ever- 
 lasting Ocean, 
 And never o'er its lucid field hath rippled 
 
 faintest motion ; 
 In glory undistinguished never have the Three 
 
 seemed One, 
 Nor ever in divided streams the Single Essence 
 run. 
 
 Myriad, myriad Angels raise 
 Happy hymns of wondering praise, 
 Ever through eternal days, 
 
 Before the Holy Trinity, 
 
 One Undivided Three ! 
 
THE SACRED HEART. 51 
 
 IV. 
 
 There reigns the Eternal Father, in His lone 
 prerogatives, 
 
 And in the Father's Mind the Son, all self- 
 existing, lives, 
 
 With Him, their mutual Jubilee, that deepest 
 depth of love, 
 
 Life-giving Life of twofold source, the many- 
 gifted Dove ! 
 
 Bountiful ! Beautiful ! can Power or Wis- 
 dom add 
 
 Fresh features to a life, so munificent and glad ? 
 
 Can even Uncreated Love, ye Angels ! give a 
 hue 
 
 Which can ever make the Unchanging and 
 Unchangeable look new ? 
 
 Myriad, myriad Angels raise 
 Happy hymns of wondering praise, 
 Ever through eternal days, 
 Before the Holy Trinity, 
 One Undivided Three ! 
 v. 
 The Mercy of the Merciful is equal to Their 
 Might, [Wisdom bright ! 
 
 As wondrous as Their Love, and as Their 
 
 d 2 
 
52 THE SACRED HEART. 
 
 As They, who out of nothing called creation at 
 the first, 
 
 In everlasting purposes Their own design had 
 nursed, — 
 
 As They, who in Their solitude, Three Persons, 
 once abode, 
 
 Vouchsafed of Their abundance to become crea- 
 tion's God, — 
 
 What They owed not to Themselves they stooped 
 to owe to man, 
 
 And pledged Their glory to Him, in an unim- 
 aginable plan. 
 
 Myriad, myriad Angels raise 
 Happy hymns of wondering praise, 
 Ever through eternal days, 
 
 Before the Holy Trinity, 
 
 One Undivided Three ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 See ! deep within the glowing depth of that 
 
 Eternal Light, 
 What change hath come, what vision new 
 
 transports angelic sight ? 
 A creature can it be, in uncreated bliss ? 
 A novelty in God ? O what nameless thing is 
 
 this? 
 
THE SACRED HEART 53 
 
 The beauty of the Father's Power is o'er it 
 
 brightly shed, 
 The sweetness of the Spirit's Love is unction 
 
 on its head ; 
 In the wisdom of the Son it plays its wondrous 
 
 part, 
 While it lives the loving life of a real Human 
 
 Heart ! 
 
 Myriad, myriad Angels raise 
 Happy hymns of wondering praise, 
 Ever through eternal days, 
 
 Before the Holy Trinity, 
 
 One Undivided Three ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 A Heart that hath a Mother, and a treasure of 
 red Blood, 
 
 A Heart that man can pray to, and feed upon 
 for food ! 
 
 In the brightness of the Godhead is its mar- 
 vellous abode, 
 
 A change in the Unchanging, Creation touch- 
 ing God ! 
 
 Ye spirits blest, in endless rest, who on that 
 Vision gaze, 
 
 Salute the Sacred Heart with all your worship- 
 ful amaze, 
 
54 THE SACRED HEART. 
 
 And adore, while with extatic skill the Three 
 
 in One ye scan, 
 The Mercy that hath planted there that blessed 
 
 Heart of Man ! 
 
 Myriad, myriad Angels raise 
 Happy hymns of wondering praise, 
 Ever through eternal days, 
 
 Before the Holy Trinity, 
 
 One Undivided Three ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 All tranquilly, all tranquilly, doth that Blissful 
 
 Vision last, 
 And Its brightness o'er immortalized creation 
 
 will it cast ; 
 Ungrowing and unfading, Its pure Essence 
 
 doth it keep, 
 In the deepest of those depths where all are 
 
 infinitely deep ; 
 Unchanging and unchangeable as It hath ever 
 
 been, 
 As It was before that Human Heart was there 
 
 by angels seen, 
 So is It at this very hour, so will It ever be, 
 With that Human Heart within It, beating 
 
 hot with love of me ! 
 
THE SACRED HEART. 55 
 
 Myriad, myriad Angels raise 
 Happy hymns of wondering praise, 
 Ever through eternal days, 
 
 Before the Holy Trinity, 
 
 One Undivided Three ! 
 
 XIX. 
 
 TO OUR BLESSED LADY. 
 
 i. 
 
 Mother of Mercy ! day by day 
 
 My love of thee grows more and more ; 
 Thy gifts are strewn upon my way 
 
 Like sands upon the great sea-shore, 
 ii. 
 Though poverty and work and woe 
 
 The masters of my life may be, 
 When times are worst, who does not know 
 
 Darkness is light with love of thee ? 
 in. 
 But scornful men have coldly said 
 
 Thy love was leading me from God ; 
 And yet in this I did but tread 
 
 The very path my Saviour trod. 
 
56 TO OUR BLESSED LADY. 
 
 IV. 
 
 They know but little of thy worth 
 
 Who speak these heartless words to me ; 
 For what did Jesus love on earth 
 
 One half so tenderly as thee ? 
 v. 
 Get me the grace to love thee more ; 
 
 Jesus will give if thou wilt plead ; 
 And, Mother ! when life's cares are o'er, 
 
 I shall love thee then indeed ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jesus, when His three hours were run, 
 Bequeath'd thee from the cross to me ; 
 
 And ! how can I love thy Son, 
 Sweet Mother ! if I love not thee ? 
 
 XX. 
 
 THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 
 
 i. 
 O purest of creatures ! sweet Mother ! sweet 
 
 Maid ! 
 The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid ! 
 
 
THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 57 
 
 Dark night hath come down on us, Mother ! 
 
 and we 
 Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea ! 
 
 ii. 
 
 Deep night hath come down on this rough- 
 spoken world, 
 
 And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurled ; 
 
 And the tempest-tost Church — all her eyes are 
 on thee, 
 
 They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea ! 
 
 in. 
 The Church doth what God had first taught 
 
 her to do ; 
 He looked o'er the world to find hearts that 
 
 were true ; 
 Through the ages He looked, and He found 
 
 none but thee, 
 And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of 
 
 the Sea ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 He gazed on thy soul ; it was spotless and fair ; 
 For the empire of sin — it had never been there ; 
 None had e'er owned thee, dear Mother ! but He, 
 And He blessed thy clear shining, sweet Star 
 of the Sea ! 
 
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58 THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 
 
 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! 
 
 VI. 
 
 blissful and calm was the wonderful rest 
 That thou gavest thy God in thy virginal breast ; 
 For the Heaven He left He found Heaven in 
 
 thee, 
 And He shone in thy shining, sweet Star of the 
 
 Sea! 
 
 VII. 
 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! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 So age after age in the Church had gone round, 
 And the Saints new inventions of homage have 
 found, 
 
THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 59 
 
 New titles of honour, new honours for thee, 
 New love for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 And now from the Church of all lands thy dear 
 
 name 
 Comes borne on the breath of one mighty 
 
 acclaim ; 
 Men call on their father, that He should decree 
 A new gem to thy shining, sweet Star of the 
 
 Sea! 
 
 x. 
 O shine on us brighter than ever, then, shine ! 
 For the primest of honours, dear Mother ! is thine ; 
 " Conceived without sin," thy new title shall be, 
 Clear light from thy birth-spring, sweet Star of 
 the Sea ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 Deep night hath come down on us, Mother ! 
 
 deep night, [lig nt '> 
 
 And we need more than ever the guide of thy 
 
60 THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. 
 
 For the darker the night is, the brighter 
 
 should be 
 Thy beautiful shining, sweet Star of the Sea ! 
 
 XXI. 
 
 THE PURIFICATION. 
 
 i. 
 Joy ! Joy ! the Mother conies, 
 
 And in her arms she brings 
 The Light of all the world, 
 
 The Christ, the King of Kings ; 
 And in her heart the while 
 
 All silently she sings, 
 ii. 
 St. Joseph follows near, 
 
 In rapture lost and love, 
 While angels round about 
 
 In glowing circles move, 
 And o'er the Mother broods 
 
 The Everlasting Dove ! 
 
 in. 
 There in the temple court 
 
 Old Simeon's heart beats high, 
 
THE PURIFICATION. 61 
 
 And Anna feeds her soul 
 
 With food of prophecy ; 
 But, see ! the shadows pass, 
 
 The world's true Light draws nigh. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O Infant God ! O Christ ! 
 
 O Light most beautiful ! 
 Thou comest, Joy of Joys ! 
 
 All darkness to annul ; 
 And brightest lights of earth 
 
 Beside Thy Light are dull. 
 
 v. 
 Mary ! bear Him quick 
 
 Into His temple gate, 
 For poor impatient souls 
 
 His healing sunrise wait ; 
 And pay His price that He 
 
 May be emancipate. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Yes ! thou wilt set Him free ; 
 
 He will be wholly ours, 
 To lighten every soul 
 
 In earth's benighted bowers. 
 Undoing Adam's curse, 
 
 And turning thorns to flowers. 
 
62 THE PURIFICATION. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Ah ! with what thrills of awe 
 The Mother's heart is teeming, 
 
 To think the new-born light 
 
 That o'er the world is streaming. 
 
 At His own Mother's hands 
 
 Should stoop to need redeeming. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Then to that Mother now 
 All rightful worship be ! 
 
 For Thou hast ransomed Him 
 Who first did ransom thee ; 
 
 with thy Mother's tongue, 
 Pray Him to ransom me ! 
 
 XXII. 
 
 THE DOLOURS OF OUR LADY. 
 
 i. 
 God of Mercy ! let us run 
 
 Where yon fount of sorrows flows ; 
 Pondering sweetly, one by one, 
 
 Jesu's wounds, and Mary's woes. 
 
THE DOLOURS Otf OtTR LAM. 63 
 
 II. 
 Ah ! those tears Our Lady shed, 
 
 Enough to drown a world of sin \ 
 Tears that Jesu's sorrows fed, 
 
 Peace and pardon well may win ! 
 in. 
 His five Wounds a very home 
 
 For our prayers and praises prove ; 
 And our Lady's Woes become 
 
 Endless joys in Heaven above. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Jesus, who for us didst die, 
 
 All on Thee our love we pour ; 
 
 And in the Holy Trinity 
 Worship Thee for ever more* 
 
 (From the Breviary " Summce Dem 
 dementia" ) 
 
64 MONTH OF MAT. 
 
 XXIII. 
 MONTH OF MAY. 
 
 PIOUS ASPIRATIONS TO THE MOTHER OF GOD, 
 FOR EVERY DAY IN THE MONTH. 
 
 (FROM THE ITALIAN.) 
 
 1. Joy of my heart ! 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 fire, 
 
 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. 
 
 7. Mother of God ! let my poor love 
 A mother's prayers and pity move. 
 
MONTH OF MAY. 65 
 
 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. 
 
 1 1 . 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. 
 
 16. Sweet Day- Star ! let thy beauty be 
 A light to draw my soul to thee. 
 
 1 7. We love thee, light of sinners' eyes ! 
 O let thy prayer for sinners rise. 
 
66 MONTH OF MAY. 
 
 1 8 . Look at us, Mother Mar y ! 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 ransomed 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. 
 
 25. Oh Queen of Heaven ! obtain for me 
 Thy glory there one day to see. 
 
 26. 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. 
 
MONTH OF MAY. 67 
 
 28. Be love of thee, my whole life long, 
 A seal upon my wayward tongue. 
 
 29. Write on my heart's most secret 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 burned away. 
 
 XXIV. 
 ANOTHER MONTH OF MARY. 
 
 MARY, THE FLOWER OF GOD. 
 I. 
 
 Flower of Grace ! divinest Flower ! 
 God's light thy life, God's love thy dower ! 
 That all alone with virgin ray 
 Dost make in heaven eternal May, 
 Sweet falls the peerless dignity 
 Of God's eternal choice on thee ! 
 
68 ANOTHER MONTH OF MARY. 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 ii. 
 Choice Flower ! that bloomest on the breast 
 Of Jesus, which is now thy rest, 
 As thine was once the chosen bed 
 Of His dear Heart and sacred Head : 
 Mary ! sweet it is to see 
 Thy Son's creation graced by thee ! 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 hi. 
 O queenly Flower ! enthroned above. 
 The trophy of Almighty love ! 
 Ah me ! how He hath hung thee round 
 With all love-tokens that abound 
 With God's own light beyond the reach 
 Of angel song or mortal speech ! 
 
ANOTHER MONTH OF MARY. 69 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 O Flower of God ! divinest Flower ! 
 Elected for His inmost bower ! 
 Where Angels come not, there art thou ; 
 A crown of glory on thy brow, 
 While far below, all bright and brave, 
 Their gleamy palms the Eansomed wave. 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest I Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 v. 
 
 O bless thee for thy beauty, then, 
 
 Delight of angels, trust of men ! 
 
 A sceptre unto thee is given, 
 
 Queen of the Sacred Heart ! in heaven, 
 
 Like His who made, O blest decree ! 
 
 Thee for Himself, all else for thee ! 
 
70 ANOTHER MONTH OF MART, 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 godlike Creature ! nigh to God ! 
 In whom the Eternal Word abode ! 
 The mirror of God's beauty thou, 
 On thee His dread perfections show 
 So palpably, men's hearts might faint 
 With an exceeding ravishment. 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 Yet thou didst bloom on earth at first, 
 In meekness proved, in sorrow nursed ; 
 And heaven must own its debt to earth, 
 Sweet Flower ! for thy surpassing worth ; 
 And angels, for their queen's dear sake, 
 Our road to thee more smooth shall make. 
 
ANOTHER MONTH OF MARY. 71 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 VIII, 
 
 Help of Christians ! mercy -laden ! 
 O blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 O Sinless ! were it not for thee, 
 There were in faith no liberty 
 To hold that God could stoop so low, 
 Or love His sinful creatures so. 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 Mary ! when we think of thee, 
 Our hearts grow light as light can be ; 
 For thou hast felt as we have felt, 
 And thou hast knelt as we have knelt ; 
 And so it is, — that utterly, 
 Mother of God ! we trust in thee ! 
 
72 ANOTHER MONTH OF MARY, 
 
 Mother dearest ! Mother fairest ! 
 Maiden purest ! Maiden rarest ! 
 Help of earth and joy of heaven ! 
 Love and praise to thee be given, 
 Blissful Mother ! Blissful Maiden ! 
 
 XXV. 
 
 THE ASSUMPTION. 
 
 i. 
 Sing, sing, ye Angel Bands, 
 
 All beautiful and bright ; 
 For higher still, and higher, 
 
 Through fields of starry light, 
 Mary, your Queen, ascends, 
 
 Like the sweet moon at night, 
 ii. 
 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 I 
 
THE ASSUMPTION. 73 
 
 III. 
 
 O happy Angels ! look, 
 
 How beautiful she is ! 
 See ! Jesus bears her up, 
 
 Her hand is locked in His 5 
 O who can tell the height 
 
 Of that fair Mother's bliss ? 
 
 IV, 
 
 And shall I lose thee then, 
 Lose my sweet right to thee ? 
 
 Ah ! no— the Angel's Queen 
 Man's mother still will be, 
 
 And thou, upon thy throne, 
 Wilt keep thy love for me. 
 
 v. 
 On then, dear Pageant, on ! 
 
 Sweet music breathes around ; 
 And love like dew distills 
 
 On hearts in rapture bound ; 
 The Queen of heaven goes up 
 
 To be proclaimed and crowned ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 On-— through the countless stars 
 Proceeds the bright array 4 
 
THE ASSUMPTION. 
 
 And Love Divine comes forth 
 
 To light her on her way, 
 Through the short gloom of night, 
 
 Into celestial day. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The Eternal Father calls 
 His daughter to be blessed ; 
 
 The Son His Maiden-Mother 
 Woos tmto His Breast ; 
 
 The Holy Ghost His spouse 
 Beckons into her rest. 
 
 YIII. 
 
 Swifter and swifter grows 
 
 That marvellous flight of love, 
 
 As though her heart were drawn 
 More vehemently above : 
 
 While jubilant angels part 
 A pathway for the Dove ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 Hark ! hark ! through highest heaven 
 What sounds of mystic mirth ! 
 
 Mary by God proclaimed 
 Queen of Immaculate Birth, 
 
 And diademed with stars, 
 The lowliest of the earth ! 
 
THE ASSUMPTION. 75 
 
 X. 
 
 See ! see ! the Eternal Hands 
 
 Put on her radiant crown, 
 And the sweet Majesty 
 
 Of Mercy sitteth down, 
 For ever and for ever, 
 
 On her predestined throne ! 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 TO OUR BLESSED LADY, 
 
 FOR THE SOULS IN PURGATORY. 
 I. 
 
 O turn to Jesus, Mother ! turn. 
 
 And call Him by His tenderest names ; 
 Pray for the Holy Souls that burn 
 
 This hour amid the cleansing flames. 
 ii. 
 Ah ! they have fought a gallant fight ; 
 
 In death's cold arms they persevered ; 
 And after life's uncheery night 
 
 The harbour of their rest is neared. 
 
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76 TO OUR BLESSED LADY. 
 
 III. 
 
 In pains beyond all earthly pains, 
 Favourites of Jesus ! there they lie, 
 
 Letting the fire wear out their stains, 
 And worshipping God's purity. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Spouses of Christ they are, for He 
 
 Was wedded to them by His blood ; 
 And angels o'er their destiny 
 
 In wondering adoration brood, 
 v. 
 They are the children of thy tears ; 
 
 Then hasten, Mother ! to their aid ; 
 In pity think each hour appears 
 
 An age while glory is delayed. 
 
 VI. 
 
 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. 
 
 VII. 
 
 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. 
 
TO OUR BLESSED LADY. 77 
 
 VIII. 
 
 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. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Pray then, as thou hast ever prayed ; 
 
 Angels and Souls, all look to thee ; 
 God waits thy prayers, for He hath made 
 
 Those prayers His law of charity. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 HYMN TO ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 i. 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Husband of Mary, hail ! 
 Chaste as the lily flower 
 In Eden's peaceful vale. 
 
 ii. 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Father of Christ esteemed ! 
 Father be thou to those 
 Thy Foster- Son redeemed. 
 
78 HYMN TO ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 IH. 
 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Prince of the House of God, 
 May His best graces be 
 By thy sweet hands bestowed. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Comrade of angels, hail ! 
 Cheer thou the hearts that faint r 
 And guide the steps that fail. 
 
 v. 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 God's choice wert thou alone ; 
 To thee the Word made flesh 
 Was subject as a Son. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Hail ! holy Joseph, hail ! 
 Teach us our flesh to tame, 
 And, Mary, keep the hearts 
 That love thy husband's name. 
 
 VII. 
 
 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. 79 
 
 XXVIII. 
 THE PATRONAGE OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 i. 
 
 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. 
 
 n. 
 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 ! 
 
 in. 
 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 ? 
 
SO THE PATRONAGE OF ST. JOSEPH. 
 
 IV. 
 
 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 : [me ? 
 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady ! O canst thou bear 
 
 v. 
 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 ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 When the treasures of God were unsheltered 
 
 on earth, 
 Safe keeping was found for them both in thy 
 
 worth ; 
 
THE PATRONAGE OP ST. JOSEPH. 81 
 
 O Father of Jesus ! be father to me, 
 
 Sweet Spouse of our Lady! and I will love thee. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 XXIX. 
 THE CREATION OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 i. 
 In pulses deep of threefold Love, 
 Self-hushed and self-possessed, 
 The mighty, unbeginning God 
 Had lived in silent rest. 
 ii. 
 With His own greatness all alone 
 
 The sight of Self had been 
 Beauty of beauties, joy of joys 
 Before His eye serene. 
 
 E 3 
 
82 THE CREATION OF THE ANGELS, 
 HI. 
 
 He lay before Himself, and gazed 
 As ravished with the sight, 
 
 Brooding on His own attributes 
 With dread untold delight. 
 
 IV. 
 
 No ties were on His bliss, for He 
 Had neither end nor cause ; 
 
 For His own glory 'twas enough 
 That He was what He was. 
 
 v. 
 His glory was full grown ; His light 
 
 Had owned no dawning dim ; 
 His love did not outgrow Himself, 
 
 For nought could grow in Him. 
 
 VI. 
 
 He stirred — and yet we know not how 
 Nor wherefore He should move ; 
 
 In our poor human words, it was 
 An overflow of love. 
 
 VII. 
 
 It was the first outspoken word 
 That broke that peace sublime, 
 
 An outflow of eternal love 
 Into the lap of time. 
 
THE CREATION OF THE ANGELS. 83 
 
 VIII. 
 
 He stirred ; and beauty all at once 
 Forth from His Being broke ; 
 
 Spirit and strength, and living life, 
 Created things, awoke. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Order and multitude and light 
 
 In beauteous showers outstreamed ; 
 And realms of newly- fashioned space 
 
 With radiant angels beamed. 
 x. 
 How wonderful is life in Heaven 
 
 Amid the angelic choirs, 
 Where uncreated Love has crowned 
 
 His first created fires. 
 
 XI. 
 
 But, see ! new marvels gather there ! 
 
 The wisdom of the Son 
 With Heaven's completest wonder ends 
 
 The work so well begun. 
 
 XII. 
 
 The Throne is set : the blessed Three 
 Crowning their work are seen — ■ 
 
 The Mother of the First-Born Son, 
 The first-born creatures' Queen ! 
 
$4 ST. MICHAEL. 
 
 XXX. 
 ST. MICHAEL. 
 
 i. 
 Hail, bright Archangel ! Prince of heaven ! 
 
 Spirit divinely strong ! 
 To whose rare merit hath been given 
 
 To head the angelic throng ! 
 
 n. 
 Thine the first worship was, when gloom 
 
 Through heaven's thinned ranks did move, 
 Thus giving unto God the bloom 
 
 Of young creation's love. 
 
 in. 
 Thy zeal, with holiest awe inspired, 
 
 All other zeals outran, 
 With love of Mary's honour fired, 
 
 And of the Word made Man. 
 
 IV. 
 
 For God to thee, Vision glad ! 
 
 The Virgin-Mother showed, 
 And in His lower nature clad 
 
 The Eternal Word of God 
 
ST. MICHAEL. 85 
 
 V. 
 
 Then worshipping the splendour sent 
 
 From out those counsels dim. 
 In meekest adoration bent, 
 
 Thou sangst thy voiceless hymn t 
 VI. 
 
 And the stars answered to thy song, 
 
 The Morning Stars of heaven ; 
 And His first praise the angelic throng 
 
 To their Queen's Son had given. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Zealot of Jesus ! from thy sword 
 
 Fling drops of gleamy fire, 
 To make our worship of the Word 
 
 More keenly burn and higher. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Our vile world-frozen hearts bedew 
 
 With thy celestial flame, 
 And burn our spirits through and through 
 
 With zeal for Jesu's Name. 
 
 IX. 
 
 O trumpet-tongued ! beautiful ! 
 
 O force of the Most High ! 
 The blessed of the earth look dull 
 
 Beside thy majesty. 
 
86 ST. MICHAEL. 
 
 X. 
 
 First servant of the Ineffable, 
 
 The first created eye, 
 That ever, proved and perfect, fell 
 
 On the dread Trinity ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 The strength, wherewith thy spirit dared 
 
 To love that Blissful Sight, 
 That mystery to thee first bared 
 
 After eternal night — 
 
 XII. 
 
 That strength, O Prince ! is strength to us, 
 
 Comfort and deepest joy, 
 That our dear God is worshipped thus 
 
 Without our base alloy. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 O Michael ! worship Him this nighty 
 
 The Father, Word and Dove, 
 Renewing with strong act the might 
 
 Of thy first marvellous love. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Glory to Him ! the Eternal Dove 
 
 Whose boundless mercy fed 
 His glory from thine acts of love 
 
 With condescension dread. 
 
ST. MICHAEL v 87 
 
 XV. # ■ 
 
 Praise to the Three, whose love designed 
 
 Thee champion of the Lord, 
 Who first conceived thee in His mind, 
 
 And made thee with His Word, 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Who stooped from nothingness to raise 
 
 A life like thine so high, 
 Beauty and being that should praise 
 
 His love eternally ! 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 ST. GABRIEL. 
 
 i. 
 Hail, Gabriel ! hail ! a thousand Hails 
 For thine whose music still prevails 
 
 In the world's listening ear ! 
 Angelic Word ! sent forth to tell 
 How the Eternal Word should dwell 
 
 Amid His creatures here ! 
 ii. 
 Familiar of the Eternal Word ! 
 To thee the Wisdom of thy Lord 
 
 By special grace was shown ; 
 
88 ST. GABRIEL. 
 
 And in the secrets of His will, 
 Thy love for sinners drank its fill? 
 And made our lot thine own : 
 
 in. 
 Counsels of mercy, visions bright 
 Of grace to overflow the night 
 
 Of man's most hapless fall ; 
 Predestination's secret might, 
 The Passion's depth, our Lady's height, 
 
 The Vision crowning all ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 God's Confident ! fair task was thine, 
 Depths within depths of Love Divine, 
 
 To fathom and adore, 
 Till even thy marvellous mind was lost 
 In worship blind upon that coast 
 
 Of endless More and More ! 
 
 v. 
 
 Angel of Jesus ! days gone by 
 Bore burdens of kind prophecy 
 
 To quicken hope delayed ; 
 Then, preluding with John's sweet name^ 
 At length thy choicest music came 
 
 Unto the Mother Maid. 
 
ST. GABRIEL. 89 
 
 VI. 
 
 Voice of heaven's sweetness, uttered low. 
 Thy words like strains of music grow 
 
 Upon the stilly night, 
 Clear echoes from the Mind of God, 
 Stealing through Mary's blest abode 
 
 In pulses of delight. 
 
 VII. 
 
 O Voice ! dear Voice ! the ages hear 
 That Hail of thine still lingering near, 
 
 An unexhausted song ; 
 And still thou com'st with balmy wing, 
 And ! thou seemest still to sing, 
 
 Thine Ave to prolong. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 meditative Spirit ! bright 
 With beauty and abounding light, 
 
 Life of surpassing bliss, 
 Brooding, profound, most calm in power, 
 What joy for thee to feel each hour 
 
 How deep thy being is ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 Pure as the sunrise, fair as light, 
 Lovely as visions of the night 
 Where saintly souls find food ; 
 
90 ST. GABRIEL. 
 
 Angel of worship ! skilled and wise, 
 Thou hauntest prayer and sacrifice, 
 Because they fit thy mood. 
 
 x. 
 
 Zeal burns thee like a quiet fire, 
 All selfpossest in chaste desire, 
 
 As Daniel's was of old ; 
 And thou hast caught from God's near Throne 
 His love of creatures, and His tone 
 
 Of charity untold. 
 
 XI. 
 
 O blessed Gabriel ! Tongue of God ! 
 Sweet-spoken Spirit ! thou hast showed 
 
 To us the Word made Man ; 
 He bade thee break His silence here ; 
 The tale thou told'st in Mary's ear 
 
 His coming scarce fore-ran. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Jesus is nigh where Gabriel is ; 
 His presence too was Mary's bliss, 
 
 And Daniel loved him near ; 
 Angel of grace ! prophecy 
 To us of God's forgiving Eye, 
 
 Which thou canst see all clear. 
 
ST. GABRIEL. 91 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Joseph and John were, like to thee, 
 Chosen for Mary's custody 
 
 In her retired abode ; 
 Gabriel ! get us love like theirs, 
 For her whose unremitting prayers 
 
 Have gained us love of God ! 
 
 xiv. 
 Take up in Heaven for us thy part, 
 
 And, singing to the Sacred Heart, 
 
 Thy strains of rapture raise ; 
 And tune with endless Ave still 
 The voices of the Blessed, and fill 
 
 The Ear of God with praise 1 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 THE GUAKDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 (for the school children.) 
 
 I. 
 Dear Angel ! ever at my side, 
 
 How loving must thou be, 
 To leave thy home in Heaven to guard 
 
 A guilty wretch like me. 
 
92 THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 II. 
 
 Thy beautiful and shining face 
 
 I see not, though so near ; 
 The sweetness of thy soft low voice 
 
 I am too deaf to hear, 
 in. 
 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. 
 
 IV. 
 
 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. 
 
 v. 
 
 And when, dear Spirit ! I kneel down 
 Morning and night to prayer, 
 
 Something there is within my heart 
 Which tells me thou art there. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Yes ! when I pray thou prayest too — 
 
 Thy prayer is all for me ; 
 But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, 
 
 But watchest patiently. 
 
THE GtJARBIAN ANGEL, 93 
 
 VII. 
 
 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. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And thou in life's last hour wilt bring 
 
 A fresh supply of grace, 
 And afterwards wilt let me kiss 
 
 Thy beautiful bright face. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Ah me ! how lovely they must be 
 
 Whom God has glorified ; 
 Yet one of them, sweetest thought ! 
 
 Is ever at my side. 
 x. 
 Then for thy sake, dear Angel ! now 
 
 More humble will I be : 
 But I am weak, and when I fall, 
 
 O weary not of me : 
 
 XI. 
 
 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, 
 
94 THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 XII. 
 
 She will reward thee with a smile ; 
 
 Thou know'st what it is worth ! 
 For Mary's smiles each day convert 
 
 The hardest hearts on earth. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Then love me, love me, Angel dear ! 
 
 And I will lcve thee more ; 
 And help me when my soul is cast 
 
 Upon the eternal .shore. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 ST. PETER AND ST. PAUL. 
 
 i. 
 
 It is no earthly summer's ray 
 That sheds this golden brightness round, 
 
 ning with heavenly light the day 
 The Princes of the Church were crowned, 
 ii. 
 The blessed Seer to whom were given 
 
 The hearts' of men to teach and school, 
 And he that keeps the keys of heaven 
 For those on earth that own his rule ; — 
 
ST. PETER AND ST. PAUL. 95 
 
 III. 
 
 Fathers of mighty Rome, whose word 
 Shall pass the doom of life or death, 
 
 By humble cross and bleeding sword 
 Well have they won their laurel wreath. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O happy Rome, made holy now 
 
 By these two martyrs' gJ )rious blood, 
 
 Earth's best and fairest cities bow 
 By thy superior claims subdued. 
 
 v. 
 For thou alone art worth them all, 
 
 City of martyrs ! thou alone 
 Canst cheer our pilgrim hearts, and call 
 
 The Saviour's sheep to Peter's throne. 
 
 VI. 
 
 All honour, power, and praise be given 
 
 To Him who reigns in bliss on high, 
 
 For endless, endless years in heaven, 
 
 One only God in Trinity ! 
 
 Amen. 
 
 (From the Breviary — "Decora lux ceternitaiis 
 auream") 
 
TO OtJR HOLY FATHER. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 To OUR HOLY FATHER and BLESSED 
 FOUNDER, ST. PHILIP NERL 
 
 f. 
 Dear Father Philip ! holy Sire ! 
 
 We are poor sons of thine, 
 Thy last and least,— then to our prayers 
 
 A father's ear incline. 
 ii. 
 We wandered weeping heretofore 
 
 For many a long, long day ; 
 But thou hast taught us how to mourn 
 
 In thy more tender way ; 
 
 in. 
 To mourn that God of all His sons 
 
 So little loved should be ; 
 To mourn that mid the world's cold hearts 
 
 None were more cold than we ; 
 
 IY. 
 
 To mourn, and yet to joy and love* 
 
 With overflowing heart, 
 And in thy school of Christian mirth 
 
 To bear our humble part. 
 
TO OUR HOLY FATHER. 97 
 
 V. 
 
 Gay as the lark at morning's door, 
 
 Singing its fearless song ; 
 Yet plaintive as the dove that mourns 
 
 In secret all day long ; 
 
 VI. 
 
 Busy and blythe in hidden cell, 
 
 Or crowded street no less, 
 We use thy modest wiles to save 
 
 The world by cheerfulness. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Mid strife and change, cold hearts and tongues. 
 
 How much we owe to thee ! 
 This sunny service ! who could dream 
 
 Earth had such liberty. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Look at the crowds of this sweet land, 
 
 Dear Father Philip ! see 
 How shepherdless they wander on, 
 
 How lone, how hopelessly ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 O make us sons of thine indeed, 
 
 Fill us with thy true mirth, 
 Thy strength of prayer, thy might of love 5 
 
 To change these hearts of earth. 
 
98 TO OUR HOLT FATHER. 
 
 X. 
 
 By thee for Mary's household hired, 
 May burning heart and word 
 
 So preach her, that her name may be 
 In England like a sword. 
 
 XI. 
 
 And oft above our shrines be seen, 
 In humblest garments swathed, 
 
 Our God and King, while every eye 
 In speechless tears is bathed. 
 
 XII. 
 
 May crowds, like reeds before the wind, 
 
 In utter love bow down, 
 In utter love and faith before 
 
 His sacramental throne ; 
 xin. 
 While from His known and kingly eye 
 
 Bright streams of blessing part, 
 And rain like sunbeams far within 
 
 The rapt and trembling heart. 
 xiv. 
 In Philip's name, in Philip's way, 
 
 To God and Mary true, 
 In this oar own dear native land 
 
 Good work we fain would do. 
 
TO OUR HOLY FATHER. 99 
 
 XV. 
 
 To this our own dear native land 
 
 We welcome thee to-day ; 
 Dread Father ! come and toil with us 
 
 In thine own trustful way. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Jesus and Mary be the stars 
 
 That shine for us on high : 
 God and St. Philip ! brothers ! be 
 
 Our gentle battle-cry. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 By haughty word, cold force of mind, 
 
 We seek not hearts to rule ; 
 Hearts win the hearts they seek ! Behold 
 
 The secret of our school ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 By winning way, by playful love. 
 
 Our wonders will we do, 
 The playfulness of such as know 
 
 Their faith alone is true. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 By touch and tone, by voice and eye, 
 
 By many a little wile, 
 May cold and sin-bound spirits own 
 
 In us our Father's guile, 
 
 f2 
 
100 TO OUR HOLT I 
 
 XX. 
 
 Dear Father Philip ! give to us 
 Thy manners gay and free, 
 
 Thy patient trust, thy plaint of prayer, 
 Thy deep simplicity. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 ST. PHILIP IN ENGLAND. 
 
 i. 
 Saint Philip came from the sunny South, 
 
 From the streets of holy Rome ; 
 His heart was hot with the love of souls, 
 
 And England gave him a home. 
 Ii. 
 He had never slept outside the town 
 
 More than half his quiet life ; 
 But his heart so burned, in heaven he turned 
 
 A pilgrim, and man of strife. 
 Hi. 
 Through many a land and o'er many a sea 
 
 With his staff and beads he came ; 
 Men saw him not, but their hearts grew hot, 
 
 As though they were near a flame* 
 
ST. PHILIP IN ENGLAND. 101 
 
 IV. 
 
 In France and Spain, and in Polish towns, 
 
 He planted his School of Mirth, 
 In Mexico, and in rich Peru, 
 
 Nay, in every nook of earth. 
 
 v. 
 He came himself, that travelling Saint ! 
 
 Felt, if not heard or seen ; 
 It was not enough his sons should be 
 
 Like what Philip himself had been. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Dear England he saw, its cold, cold hearts ; 
 
 Quoth he, What a burning shame 
 That hearts so bold should be still so cold ; 
 
 Good truth ! they have need of my flame ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 He came with his staff, he came with his beads ; 
 
 You would know the old man by sight, 
 [f he were not a Saint who hides his face 
 
 And his virgin eyes so bright. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Tell me if ever your heart of late 
 
 Hath been strangely set on fire ; 
 Have you been hardly patient with life, 
 
 And looked on death with desire ? 
 
102 ST. PHILIP IN ENGLAND. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Has earth seemed dull, or your soul been full 
 
 Until you were fain to cry ? 
 Or have holy Names burnt you like flames, 
 
 And you knew not how or why ? 
 x. 
 Hath sin seemed the easiest thing in the world 
 
 To put at arm's length from yourself ? 
 Hath Mary, sweet Mary, grown precious to you, 
 
 Like a miser's hidden pelf ? 
 
 XI. 
 
 If it so be, O listen to me ! 
 
 Rejoice, for Saint Philip is nigh ; 
 At Jesu's Name he hath lit his flame, 
 
 And you felt him passing by. 
 
 XII. 
 
 He is out on earth to spread Mary's mirth, 
 
 And that is — saving poor souls ; 
 And happy are those on whom he throws 
 
 But one of his burning coals. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 This is the way that Saint Philip works I 
 He comes in the midst of your cares, 
 
 He passes by, turns back on the sly, 
 And catches you unawares. 
 
ST. PHILIP IN ENGLAND. 103 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Light to your eyes, and song to your ears, 
 
 A touch that pricks like a dart, 
 'Tis Philip alone works in hearts of stone, 
 
 And Mary taught him his art. 
 
 xv. 
 
 Now down on your knees, good neighbours, 
 please ; 
 Thank our dear Lady for this, — 
 That Philip hath come to an English home 
 With those winning ways of his. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Ask him to stay full many a day, 
 
 A hardworking Saint is he ! 
 And is it not true there is much to do 
 
 In this land of liberty ? 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Now read me aright, good people, pray ! 
 
 'Tis Philip himself is here ; 
 'Tis Philip's flame more than Philip's name 
 
 That you all should prize so dear. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 For Philip's sons are but Philip's staff, 
 
 A staff that he wieldeth still ; 
 Good father he is to those sons of his, 
 
 But a sire with a right strong will. 
 
104 ST. PHILIP IN ENGLAND 
 
 XIX. 
 
 He is not content his sons should be 
 
 Like what their father hath been ; 
 He works himself ; he trusts no one else ; 
 
 He is here to-day, I ween. 
 xx. 
 Bid him God speed, since the Roman Saint 
 
 An Englishman fain would be ; 
 Lo lg may he bide by his new fireside, 
 
 For a right merry Saint is he ! 
 
 XXXVL 
 ST. PHILIP'S CONVERTS. 
 
 i. 
 
 Sweet Saint Philip ! thou hast won us, 
 
 Though our hearts were hard as stone ; 
 Sin had once well-nigh undone us, 
 Now we live for God alone. 
 Help in Mary 1 Joy in Jesus ! 
 Sin and Self no more shall please us ! 
 We are Philip's gift to God. 
 
st. philips converts* 105 
 
 Sweet Saint Philip ! we are weeping 
 
 Not for sorrow, but for glee ; 
 Bless thy converts bravely keeping 
 To the bargain made with thee. 
 Help in Mary ! Joy in Jesus ! 
 Sin and Self no more shall please us ! 
 We are Philip's gift to God* 
 
 ill. 
 Sweet Saint Philip ! old friends Want us 
 
 To be with them as before \ 
 And old times, old habits haunt us, 
 Old temptations press us sore. 
 Help in Mary ! J y in Jesus ! 
 Sin and Self no d )re shall please us ! 
 We are Philip's gift to God. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Sweet Saint Philip ; do not fear us J 
 
 Get us firmness, get us grace ; 
 Only thou, dear Saint ! be near us \ 
 We shall safely run the race ! 
 Help in Mary ! Joy in Jesus ! 
 Sin and Self no more shall please us ! 
 We are Philip's gift to God. 
 
 F 3 
 
106 st. philip's converts, 
 
 v. 
 
 Sweet Saint Philip ! make us wary ; 
 
 Sin and Death are all around ; 
 Bring us Jesus ! bring us Mary ! 
 We shall conquer and be crowned ! 
 Help in Mary ! Joy in Jesus ! 
 Sin and Self no more shall please us ! 
 We are Philip's gift to God. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Sweet Saint Philip ! keep us humble, 
 
 Make us pure as thou wert pure ; 
 Strongest purposes will crumble, 
 If we boast, and make too sure. 
 Help in Mary ! Joy in Jesus ! 
 Sin and Self no more shall please us ! 
 We are Philip's gift to God. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Sweet Saint Philip ! come and ease us 
 
 Of the weary load we bear ; 
 Put us in the heart of Jesus, 
 
 Dearest Saint ! and leave us there. 
 Help in Mary ! Joy in Jesus ! 
 Sin and Self no more shall please us ! 
 We are Philip's gift to God. 
 
st. philip's picture. 107 
 
 XXXVII. 
 ST. PHILIP'S PICTURE. 
 
 Saint Philip ! I have never known 
 
 A Saint as I know thee ; 
 For none have made their wills and ways 
 
 So plain for men to see ! 
 I live with thee ; and in my toil 
 
 All day thou hast thy part, 
 And then I come at night to learn 
 
 Thy picture off by heart. 
 
 . 
 n. 
 O what a prayer thy picture is ! 
 
 Was Jesus like to thee ? 
 Whence hast thou caught that lovely look 
 
 That preaches so to me ? 
 Sermon and prayer thy picture is ! 
 
 And music to the eye, 
 Song to the soul, a song that sings 
 
 Of whitest purity ! 
 
I OK st. philips pictuee. 
 
 in, 
 A blessing on thy name, dear Saint 1 
 
 Blessing from young and old, 
 Whom thou in Mary's gallant band 
 
 Hast winningly enrolled ! 
 If ever there were poor man's Saint r 
 
 That very Saint art thou I 
 If ever time were fit for thee, 
 
 Dear Saint ! that time is now I 
 
 IV. 
 
 Philip ! strange missioner thou art* 
 
 Biding so still at home, 
 Content if with the evening star 
 
 Souls to thy nets will come ! 
 If ever spell could make hard work. 
 
 Profit and pastime be, 
 That spell is in thy coaxing ways,, 
 
 That magic is in thee. 
 
 v. 
 
 Sweet-faced old Man ! for so I dare. 
 Saint though thou be on high, 
 
 To name thee, for thou temptest love 
 By thy humility. 
 
ST. Philip's picture. 100 
 
 Sweet-faced old Man ! what are thy wiles 
 With which thou winnest men ? 
 
 Art thou All Saints within thyself ? 
 If not, what art thou then ? 
 
 Vi. 
 John's love of Mary thou hast got i 
 
 Thy house is Mary's home ; 
 And then thou hast Paul's love of soul$ 
 
 With Peter's love of Kome. 
 Thy heart that was so large and strong 
 
 It could not quiet bide, 
 was it not like His that beats 
 
 Within a wounded Side ? 
 
 Vii* 
 Saint of the over- worked and poor I 
 
 Saint of the sad and gay ! 
 Jesus and Mary be with those 
 
 Who keep to thy true way ! 
 bless us, Philip ! Saint most dear ! 
 
 Thine Oratory bless, 
 And gain for those who seek thee there 
 
 The gift of Holiness ! 
 
110 st. philip's charity. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 ST. PHILIPS CHARITY, 
 
 i. 
 All ye who love the ways of sin, 
 
 Come to St. Philip's feet and learn 
 The baits that Jesus hath to win 
 His truant children to return. 
 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 
 ii. 
 That Saint can do such things for you 
 
 As your poor hearts would never dream ; 
 For he can make the false world true, 
 And penance life's best pleasure seem. 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 
 in. 
 His words like gentlest dews distill, 
 His face is calm as summer eve ; 
 His look can tame the wildest will, 
 
 And make the stoutest heart to grieve. 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 
 
st. Philip's charity. Ill 
 
 IV. 
 
 He smiles ; and evil habit fails 
 To bind its victim as before ; 
 Old sins drop off the soul like scales, 
 
 Old wounds are healed, and leave no sore. 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 
 
 v. 
 His hand, with virgin fragrance fraught, 
 
 The heart with painless pressure strains, 
 And with one touch all evil thought, 
 All worldly longing from it drains. 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 He breathes on us ; the spicy gale 
 
 Of Araby is not more sweet ; 
 He breathes new life in hearts that failj 
 New vigour into weary feet. 
 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 His voice can raise the dead to life. 
 So wonderful its accents are ; 
 
112 ST. PHILIPS CUAItlTt. 
 
 He speaks, — there is an end of strife^ 
 And of the soul's internal war. 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity !• 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Come, sinners ! ye need not forego 
 
 Your portion of light-hearted mirth | 
 He came unthought-of roads to show, 
 And plant a paradise on earth. 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 Come, try the Saint : his words are true * 
 
 Give him your hearts ; he gives you heaven | 
 He sets light penance, and will do 
 The penance he himself hath given. 
 All praise and thanks to Jesus be 
 For sweet St. Philip's charity ! 
 
ST. PHILIP AND THE MIDDLE AGES. fl3 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 ST. PHILIP AND THE MIDDLE AGES. 
 
 i. 
 Pining for old poetic times, 
 
 Young hearts have oft unwisely grieved, 
 As though there were no days like those 
 
 When men loved less than they believed. 
 
 ii. 
 Yet are they sure if, on those days, 
 
 Their span of trial had been cast, 
 They would have well, in penance drear ? 
 
 The long sustained ordeal passed ? 
 
 in. 
 Teasing hair-shirt and prickly chain, 
 
 Eude discipline and bed of earth, — 
 Would they have tamed by these rough ways 
 
 Their love of ease and pride of birth ? 
 
 iv, 
 God's poor, God's Church, — are these to-day 
 
 Welcomed and nourished at their cost, 
 Yea, to the brink of poverty ? 
 
 If not, how sounds their idle boast ? 
 
114 ST. PHILIP AND THE MIDDLE AGES. 
 V. 
 
 Ah no ! it is not jewelled cope, 
 Brave pomps or incense-laden air, 
 
 Can lull the pains of aching hearts, 
 Or bring the Saviour's pardon there. 
 
 VI. 
 
 No ! to be safe, these outward things 
 Interior strictness must control ; 
 
 To play with beauty and with art 
 
 Saves not, nor heals, the wounded soul. 
 
 VII. 
 
 No ! dear St. Philip ! we must learn 
 Our wisdom in thy heavenly school, 
 
 Love thy restraints, and wear thy yoke, 
 And persevere beneath thy rule. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Love is to us, in these late days, 
 
 What faith in those old times might be ; 
 
 He that hath love lacks not of faith, 
 And hath beside love's liberty. 
 
ST. PHILIP AND THE WORLD. 115 
 
 XL. 
 
 ST. PHILIP AND THE WORLD. 
 
 i. 
 The world is wise, for the world is old ; 
 Five thousand years their tale have told ; 
 Yet the world is not happy as the world might 
 
 be- 
 Why is it ? why is it ? answer me ! 
 
 H. 
 
 The world is kind if we ask not too much ; 
 It is sweet to the taste, and smooth to the touch ; 
 Yet the world is not happy as the world might 
 
 be- 
 Why is it ? why is it ? answer me ! 
 
 in. 
 The world is strong with an awful strength, 
 And full of life in its breadth and length ; 
 Yet the world is not happy as the world might 
 
 be- 
 Why is it ? why is it ? answer me ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 The world is so beautiful, one may fear 
 
 Its borrowed beauty might make it too dear ; 
 
116 ST. PHILIP AND THE WORLD. 
 
 Yet the world is not happy as the world might 
 
 be- 
 Why is it ? why is it ? answer me ! 
 
 v. 
 The world is good in its own poor way ; 
 There is rest by night and high spirits by day ; 
 Yet the world is not happy as the world might 
 
 be- 
 Why is it ? why is it ? answer me ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 This very world saw Messiah's birth, 
 And Mary was only a daughter of earth ; 
 Yet the world is not happy as the world might 
 
 be- 
 Why is it ? why is it ? answer me ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 The Cross shines fair, and the church-bell rings, 
 And the earth is peopled with holy things ; 
 Yet the world is not happy as the world might 
 
 be- 
 Why is it ? why is it ? answer me ! 
 
 VIH. 
 
 What lackest thou, world ! for God made thee 
 
 of old ? 
 Why, — thy faith hath gone out, and thy heart 
 
 grown cold ; 
 
ST. PHILIP AND THE WORLD. 117 
 
 Thou art not as happy as thou mightest be, 
 For the want of Christ's simplicity. 
 
 IX. 
 
 It is love that thou lackest, thou poor old World ! 
 Who shall make thy blood hot for thee, frozen 
 
 old world ? 
 Thou art not as happy as thou mightest be, 
 For the love of dear Jesus is little in thee. 
 
 X. 
 
 God hath sent thee a Saint new heat to impart ; 
 Love is always at highwater mark in his heart t 
 He will make thee as happy as thou mayest be* 
 'Tis St. Philip of Rome who is sent to thee* 
 
 XI. 
 
 Now, foolish old world ! kick not at his rule \ 
 Be content if he sends thy grey hairs back to 
 
 school. 
 He will make thee as happy as thou canst be, 
 For he will bid Mary pray for thee. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Poor world ! if thou cravest a better day, 
 Remember— the Saints must have their own 
 
 way : 
 I mourn thou art not as thou mightest be- 
 But the love of God would do all for thee, 
 
118 ST. PHILIP AND THE WORLD. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 And Jesus and Mary would set thee free, 
 Hadst thou ears to hear and eyes to see, 
 What good Father Philip has done for me, 
 For the love of God is the creature's liberty ! 
 
 XLL 
 
 ST. PHILIP'S DEATH. 
 
 I. 
 Day set on Rome ; its golden morn 
 Had seen the world's Creator borne 
 
 Around St. Peter's square ; 
 Trembling and weeping all the way, 
 God's Vicar with his God that day 
 
 Made pageant brave and rare ! 
 ii. 
 
 Night came ; through Rome, in place and street 
 Was hushed the tread of pilgrim's feet ; 
 
 The dew fell soft as balm ; 
 The summer moon's unsteady beam 
 Quivered on Tyber's hurrying stream ; 
 
 All but his wave was calm ! 
 
st. philip ? s death. 119 
 
 in. 
 The city slept as though 'twere spent 
 With love of that dear Sacrament, 
 
 As hearts o'erjoyed will sleep ; 
 The night was lovely as a spell, 
 Its beautiful repose so well 
 
 Rome's Festa seemed to keep. 
 
 IV. 
 
 St. Mary's glistening roofs were seen 
 Clear marked in moonlight soft and keen 
 
 Against the cloudless sky ; 
 And round the Vallicella flew 
 Angels as thick as stars that strew 
 
 The azure fields on high. 
 
 O come to Father Philip's cell, 
 
 Rome's rank and youth, they know it well, 
 
 Come ere the moment flies ! 
 The feast hath been too much for him ; 
 His heart is full, his eye is dim, 
 
 And Rome's Apostle dies ! 
 
 , . . VI - . 
 
 One of God s mightiest Saints is he ; 
 Mark well his acts, none light can be ; 
 All are on God intent ; 
 
120 st. Philip's death. 
 
 'Twas Philip's craft ; and we may dare 
 Our father with his Lord compare 
 In wile and blandishment. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The smile, the jest, the sportive blow 
 Served but to hide the depths below 
 
 Of supernatural power ; 
 And never strove he to control 
 The hidden beauty of his soul 
 
 More than in that last hour. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 An old man's carefulness that day, 
 With fond caress and childlike play, 
 
 Beyond his wont were blent ; 
 Thoughtful of little things, he gave 
 Counsel perhaps a shade more grave 
 
 Than common to the Saint. 
 
 IX. 
 
 None deemed those hours of talk and mirth 
 Were his foreseen farewell to earth ; 
 
 'Twas only Philip's way ; 
 Yet when he went, his children yearned 
 For the strange fire unmarked that burned 
 
 Within their hearts that dav, 
 
st. philip's death. 12 i 
 
 x. 
 
 He gazed on Peter's martyr hill ; 
 Some glowing vision seemed to fill 
 
 His calmly raptured eye ; 
 His mass, half said, half sung, was o'er ; 
 None had e'er heard such strains before, 
 
 Nor dared to ask him why, 
 
 XI. 
 
 Thou art not yet mid angel choirs ; 
 Wherefore this burst of song, these fires 
 
 From harps of seraphs riven ? 
 Thou canst not wait ; but wilt with them 
 Sing as they sang at Bethlehem, 
 
 Glory in Highest Heaven,! 
 
 XII. 
 
 Hours passed, and Philip's cheerful cell 
 Heard the light laugh, the gay farewell ; 
 
 'Twas Philip still to all : 
 Confessions heard, his office said, 
 The old man sat upon his bed, 
 
 Waiting the Bridegroom's call ! 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " How wanes the night, my sons ?" he said ; 
 He heard, and straight his reckoning made ; 
 Time's lagging foot went slow : 
 
122 st. philip's death. 
 
 " Aye, three and two, and three and three,- 
 " And then the captive will be free, — 
 " At the sixth hour I go !" 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Come, Creator Spirit ! come, 
 Take Thine elect unto his home, 
 
 Thy chosen one, sweet Dove ! 
 " Come to thy rest," he hears Thee say ; 
 He waits not — he hath passed away 
 
 In mortal tranee of love, 
 xv. 
 When Rome in deepest slumber slept, 
 Our father's children knelt and wept 
 
 Around his little bed ; 
 He raised his eyes, then let them fall 
 With marked expression upon all ; 
 
 He blessed them, and was dead. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 One half from earth, one half from heaven, 
 Was that mysterious blessing given, 
 
 Just as his life had been 
 One half in heaven, one half on earth, 
 Of earthly toil and heavenly mirth 
 
 A wondrous woven scene ! 
 
st. philip's death. 123 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The Son of Man, the Eternal God, 
 Toiling a pilgrim on earth's road, 
 
 Ceased not in heaven to be ; 
 That gift He gave to thee in part, 
 Apostle of the Fiery Heart ! 
 
 For His great love of thee. 
 
 XVIII, 
 
 O Jesu ! wondrous holy-day 
 
 Rome's children kept ; and little they 
 
 Its end and fruit foresaw, 
 When bells rang out and cannon roared, 
 And Rome fell prostrate and adored, 
 
 Speechless with love and awe. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Those joyous bells, those cannon near, 
 They smote this morn on Philip's ear, 
 
 And thrilled him through and through : 
 Love fell on him as on her prey, 
 And stirred and shook his heart all day, 
 
 As love alone can do. 
 xx. 
 It was enough ; the inward strife 
 No more could last 'twixt love and life ; 
 
 His heart, it broke with bliss. 
 
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124 st. Philip's death. 
 
 Since Joseph died on Jesu's knee, 
 Since Mary's spirit was set free, 
 Was never death like this ! 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Rome's joy admonished him, that earth 
 Caught but poor shadows of the mirth 
 
 Around the Eternal Throne. 
 Sweet Sacrament ! the love of Thee 
 Snapped the last chain, and he was free ; 
 
 Faith was by love undone ! 
 
 XXII. 
 
 That joyous peal was Philip's knell, 
 That triumph was the Saint's farewell 
 
 To his beloved Rome ; 
 Worn oat with love, he could not stay 
 From his dear Lord one other day, 
 
 So pined he for his home ! 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Master of self, with placid eye, 
 As though 'twere easy work to die, 
 
 Nor need to fear his doom, 
 With calmest dignity, and slow, 
 As one who at his will can go 
 
 Gently from room to room, 
 
st. philip's death. 125 
 
 Saint Philip passed into the blaze 
 
 Of that dread Throne whose light can daze 
 
 The seraph's glorious ken ; 
 As Mary died, so died her son ; 
 Love got her prey, and Jesus won 
 
 His chosen among men. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 O Jesus, Mary, Joseph, bide, 
 
 With kind St. Raphael, by my side, 
 
 When death shall come for me ; 
 And, Philip ! leave me not that day, 
 But let my spirit pass away, 
 
 Leaning, dear Sire, on thee ! 
 
 XLII. 
 TO ST. WILFRID. 
 
 i. 
 Hail, holy Wilfrid, hail ! 
 Kindest of patrons, hail ! 
 Whose loving help doth ne'er 
 Thy trusting children fail ! 
 
126 TO ST. WILFRID. 
 
 II. 
 
 Saint of the cheerful heart, 
 Quick step and beaming eye ! 
 Give light unto our lives, 
 And at our death be nigh ! 
 
 in. 
 To Mary's lovers thou, 
 Sweet Saint ! hast shown the road ; 
 O teach us how to love 
 The Mother of our God. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Give us thy love of work, 
 Thy spirit's manly powers, 
 And teach us how to save 
 This Saxon-land of ours. 
 
 v. 
 Teach us, dear Saint ! to make 
 The Church our only home, 
 To love the faith, the rites, 
 And all the ways of Rome ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Thy life was one long voyage 
 Of unabated hope, 
 Winning the truant hearts 
 Of England to the Pope. 
 
TO ST. WILFRID. 127 
 
 VII. 
 
 We have the same to do, 
 A labour hard but sweet ; 
 And we have but to trace 
 The pathway of thy feet. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 For England's sake make us 
 Humble and gay and pure ; 
 For so the heart works best, 
 And makes the blessing sure. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Ah ! we have need of thee, 
 
 To knit us all in one, 
 
 The mischief to undo 
 
 Which our cold hearts have done. 
 
 x. 
 To Ireland's sons of faith 
 Hard measure have we dealt ; 
 One faith would breed one heart 
 In Saxon and in Celt. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Thou hadst no idle hour ; 
 Thy gains with toil were bought ; 
 Saint Wilfrid ! make us love 
 Our country as we ought ! 
 
128 TO ST. WILFRID, 
 
 XII. 
 
 Wilfrid ! by thy sweet name 
 Our little ones we 11 call ; 
 O then on them and us 
 Let thy rich blessing fall. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Lover of youth 1 do thou 
 Our English children bless ; 
 Their joyous hearts' first love 
 For Mary's service press. 
 
 xiv. 
 Into our souls, dear Saint ! 
 With thy blythe courage come, 
 And make us missioners 
 Of Mary and of Rome ! 
 
 xv. 
 Hail, holy Wilfrid, hail ! 
 Saint of the free and gay ! 
 Look how we follow thee, 
 And bless us in our way 1 
 
FLOWERS FOR THE ALTAR. 129 
 
 XLIII. 
 FLOWERS FOR THE ALTAR. 
 
 FOR THE SCHOOL CHILDREN. 
 I. 
 
 See ! the sun beyond the hill 
 
 Is dipping, dipping down, 
 Right above that old Scotch fir 
 
 Just like a golden crown, 
 ii. 
 Children ! quick, and come with me ; 
 
 Handfuls of cowslips bring, 
 Hawthorn bright with boughs of white, 
 
 And Mayflowers from the spring, 
 in. 
 Lucy has fresh shoots of thyme 
 
 From her own garden plot : 
 Jacob's lilac has been stripped — 
 
 A gay and goodly lot ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 To St. Wilfrid's we will go, 
 And give them to the priest ; 
 
 He must deck our Lady's shrine 
 To-morrow for the feast. 
 
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130 FLOWERS FOR THE ALTAR^ 
 
 V. 
 
 Poor indeed the flowers we give ? 
 
 But we ourselves are poor : 
 Payment for each gift to her 
 
 Is plentiful and sure. 
 
 VI. 
 
 By the picture Lucy loves 
 Hail-Maries will we say, 
 
 And for him who 's far at sea 
 Most fervently we '11 pray. 
 
 VII. 
 
 When I kneel in that sweet place 
 I cannot help but cry ; 
 
 Then she seems to smile on me 
 Doubly through her bright eyev 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Quick ! the cock upon the spire 
 Shines with his gleamy tail : 
 
 He 's the last who sees the sun 
 In all this happy vale. 
 
 IX. 
 
 God be praised, who sent the faith 
 To these lone fields of ours, 
 
 And God's Mother, too, who takes 
 Our little tithe of flowers. 
 
RAGGED SCHOOL HYMN. 131 
 
 XLI7. 
 RAGGED SCHOOL HYMN. 
 
 j. 
 O Jesus ! God and Man ! 
 
 For love of children once a child ! 
 Jesus ! God and Man ! 
 
 We hail Thee Saviour sweet and mild ! 
 ii. 
 O Jesus ! God and Man ! 
 
 Make us poor children dear to Thee, 
 And lead us to Thyself, 
 
 To love Thee for eternity. 
 hi. 
 O Mary ! Mother Maid ! 
 
 God made thee Mother of the poor ! 
 Mary ! to thee we look 
 
 To make our souls' salvation sure. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O Mary ! Mother dear ! 
 
 Thank God, for us, for all His love ; 
 And pray that in our faith 
 
 We all may true and stedfast prove. 
 
132 RAGGED SCHOOL HY31N. 
 
 V. 
 
 O Jesus ! Mary s Son ! 
 
 On Thee for grace we children call ; 
 Make us all men to love, 
 
 But to love Thee beyond them all. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jesus ! bless our work, 
 
 Our sorrows soothe, our sins forgive ; 
 happy, happy they 
 
 Who in the Church of Jesus live ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 O God, most great and good, 
 
 At work or play, by night or day, 
 
 Make us remember Thee, 
 
 Who dost remember us alway ! 
 
 XLV. 
 THE TRUE SHEPHERD. 
 
 FOR THE RAGGED SCHOOL. 
 I. 
 
 I was wandering and weary, 
 
 When my Saviour came unto me ; 
 
 For the ways of sin grew dreary, 
 And the world had ceased to woo me 
 
THE TRUE SHEPHERD. 133 
 
 And I thought I heard Him say, 
 As He came along His way, 
 
 silly Souls ! come near Me ; 
 My sheep should never fear Me ; 
 I am the Shepherd true ! 
 ii. 
 At first I would not hearken, 
 
 And put off till the morrow ; 
 But life began to darken, 
 
 And I was sick with sorrow ; 
 And I thought I heard Him say, 
 As He came along His way, 
 
 silly Souls ! come near Me ; 
 My sheep should never fear Me ; 
 I am the Shepherd true ! 
 
 in. 
 At last I stopped to listen, 
 
 His voice could not deceive me ; 
 I saw His kind eyes glisten, 
 So anxious to relieve me : 
 And I thought I heard Him say, 
 As He came along His way, 
 
 O silly Souls ! come near Me ; 
 My sheep should never fear Me ; 
 I am the Shepherd true ! 
 
134 THE TRUE SHEPHERD, 
 
 IV. 
 
 He took me on His Shoulder, 
 
 And tenderly He kissed me ; 
 He bade my love be bolder, 
 
 And said how He had missed me ; 
 And I'm sure I heard Him say, 
 As He went along his way, 
 
 O silly Souls ! come near Me ; 
 My sheep should never fear Me ; 
 I am the Shepherd true ! 
 
 v. 
 
 Strange gladness seemed to move Him, 
 
 Whenever I did better ; 
 And He coaxed me so to love Him, 
 
 As if He was my debtor ; 
 And I always heard Him say, 
 As He went along His way, 
 
 O silly Souls ! come near Me ; 
 My sheep should never fear Me ; 
 I am the Shepherd true ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 I thought His love would weaken, 
 As more and more He knew me ; 
 
 But it burnetii like a beacon, 
 
 And its light and heat go through me ; 
 
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 And I ever hear Him say, 
 As He goes along His way, 
 
 silly Souls ! come near Me ; 
 
 My sheep should never fear Me ; 
 I am the Shepherd true ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 Let us do then, dearest Brothers ! 
 
 What will best and longest please us ; 
 Follow not the ways of others, 
 But trust ourselves to Jesus ; 
 We shall ever hear Him say, 
 As He goes along his way, 
 
 O silly Souls ! come near Me ; 
 My sheep should never fear Me * 
 I am the Shepherd true ! 
 
 XLVI. 
 FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. 
 
 i. 
 
 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 
 
136 FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 ii. 
 Our Fathers, chained 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 ! 
 
 hi. 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Mary's prayers 
 
 Shall win our country back to thee ; 
 And through the truth that comes from God 
 
 England shall then indeed be free. 
 Faith of our Father ! Holy Faith ! 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! we will love 
 Both friend and foe in all our strife : 
 
 And preach thee too, as love knows how, 
 By kindly words and virtuous life : 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 
 We will be true to thee till death. 
 
FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. 137 
 
 XLVIL 
 
 FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. 
 
 For Ireland. 
 
 i. 
 Faith of our Fathers ! living still 
 
 In spite of dungeon, fire and sword : 
 Oh! Ireland's hearts beat high with joy 
 
 Whene'er they hear that glorious word. 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 n. 
 Our Fathers, chained 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 ! 
 
 in. 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Mary's prayers 
 
 Shall keep our country fast to thee ; 
 And through the truth that comes from G>d 
 
 O we shall prosper and be free ! 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
138 FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! we must love 
 
 Both friend and foe in all our strife : 
 And preach thee too as love knows how, 
 
 By kindly words and virtuous life : 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 v. 
 Faith of our Fathers ! guile and force 
 
 To do thee bitter wrong unite ; 
 But Erin's Saints shall fight for us, 
 
 And keep undimnied thy blessed light. 
 
 ith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 
 3 will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 ith of our Fathers ! distant shores 
 Their happy faith to Ireland owe ; 
 len in our home shall we not 
 Break the dark plots against thee now ? 
 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 
 We will be true to thee till death I 
 
 VII. 
 
 ith of our Fathers ! days of old 
 Within our hearts speak gallantly ; 
 
FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. 139 
 
 For ages thou hast stood by us, 
 
 Dear Faith ! and now we'll stand by thee. 
 Faith of our Fathers ! Holy Faith ! 
 We will be true to thee till death ! 
 
 XL VIII. 
 THE NEW INFIDELITY. 
 
 TO THE BROTHERS OF THE LITTLE ORATORY. 
 I. 
 
 They told us there were mighty men abroad, 
 Gone forth to flush the earth with truth once 
 
 more, 
 Who spoke in grand heroic ways of God, 
 True men above all sect and sham to soar. 
 
 ii. 
 Bards had they of their own, and masculine 
 
 seers, 
 At war with falsehood and unmanly grief, 
 In strains of beauty preaching to their peers 
 A new and most magnificent unbelief. 
 
 in. 
 Sorrow, self-sacrifice, all loyal things 
 In this celestial wisdom found their place ; 
 
140 THE NEW INFIDELITY. 
 
 And new-fledged souls might take them for 
 
 their wings, 
 Earth without change be Heaven, and Nature 
 
 Grace. 
 
 IV. 
 
 They told us, if we read their books, that we 
 Nought more unselfish upon earth should find, 
 No spell more trancing, no philosophy 
 More eloquently winning to the mind. 
 
 v. 
 Virtue, man-loving God, and Brother Man, 
 Worshipful progress, falsehood's solemn knells — 
 These were the thrilling names that leaped and 
 ran [spells. 
 
 Along their lines like watchwords and like 
 
 VI. 
 
 No fetish rites, no fast or festal day, 
 No fear of misadventure after death ; 
 These, and such like, were all to pass away, 
 The scarescrows of a pusillanimous faith. 
 
 VII. 
 
 We heard and wondered, tardy to believe ; 
 Jesus was sweet and Mary very dear ; 
 Could we in one short moment all unweave 
 The careful web of many a thoughtful year. 
 
THE NEW INFIDELITY. 141 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Swift our conversion could not be, but slow ; 
 Reason must sit and judge of reason's lore ; 
 The trustful seers themselves would have it so ; 
 A depth like theirs may well need brooding o'er. 
 
 IX. 
 
 We got their books, and read, and read again, 
 Wincing at blasphemy, old weakness that ! 
 And then we thought and thought, and racked 
 
 our brain 
 With anxious guess divining what meant what. 
 
 x. 
 Now may we tell what we discovered there ; 
 Of words a copious mine, of sense much dearth ; 
 such a craven-hearted wisdom ne'er 
 Sought to make room for its poor self on earth ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 Then such Pindaric odes of grand despair 
 Broke forth from these Protectionists of truth ! 
 Such humble pride in what they had to bear, 
 While winning back for earth her second youth ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 Why is not the dense world dissolved in tears 
 The martyrdom of these poor men to see ? 
 Heroes with none to fight them, household seers, 
 The saints of some admiring coterie ! 
 
142 THE NEW INFIDELITY. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Up, up, compassionate Rome ! and beat them 
 
 down ! 
 They sue for rack and torture at thy hand ! 
 What ! silent still, old Church ? contemptuous 
 
 grown, 
 Sitt'st thou and smilest on old Tyber's strand ? 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Ah me ! how they bespatter one another 
 With copious quillfuls of grandiloquent praise ; 
 Each one retained to canonize his brother, — 
 Alas ! the sole employment of his days. 
 
 xv. 
 Will no one notice them ? O piteous lot ! 
 Their wares are stale, but then they think them 
 
 new ; 
 And stupid reproductions of old thought 
 May sound from very repetition true. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Alas ! littleness ! O littleness ! 
 Thou never wert so little as to-day ; 
 For never was thy cowardly distress 
 Spoken or sung in such a querulous way ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 For us what disappointment I we had thought. 
 If not converted, we might frightened be ; 
 
THE NEW INFIDELITY. 143 
 
 And with a valorous panic might have sought 
 To break a lance with infidelity ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Thou hast played false with us, New Unbe- 
 lief! 
 Great Sham of Anti-shams ! portentous name ! 
 Wisdom of one idea ! what a grief 
 To find thy folly so below thy fame ! 
 
 XIX. 
 
 What art thou but a worship of sheer Power, 
 Rough Hero hands and sinewy craft ? shame ! 
 Hottentot creed ! as though in earth's sweet 
 
 bower 
 Goodness to men were but a hopeless aim ! 
 
 xx. 
 How shall we meet ? what weapon weak enough 
 To make our fight not laughably unfair ! 
 A Crucifix ? No ! the strong Rood is stuff 
 For great apostles with false gods at war ! 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Look at our medal-jingling beads ! They shine 
 With frequent fingering, Aves glibly said : 
 Weakest of our strong things, they outdo thine, 
 As David's pebble matched Goliath's head. 
 
144 CONVERSION. 
 
 XLIX. 
 CONVERSION. 
 
 i. 
 Faith ! thou workest miracles 
 
 Upon the hearts of men, 
 Choosing thy home in those same hearts 
 
 We know not how or when. 
 ii. 
 To one thy grave unearthly truths 
 
 A heavenly vision seem ; 
 While to another's eye they are 
 
 A superstitious dream, 
 in. 
 To one the deepest doctrines look 
 
 So naturally true, 
 That when he learns the lesson first 
 
 He hardly thinks it new. 
 
 IV. 
 
 To other hearts the selfsame truths 
 No light or heat can bring ; 
 
 They are but puzzling phrases strung 
 Like beads upon a string. 
 
CONVERSION. 145 
 
 V. 
 
 O Gift or Gifts ! O Grace of Faith ! 
 
 My God ! how can it be 
 That Thou, who hast discerning love, 
 
 Shouldst give that gift to me ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 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. 
 
 VII. 
 
 How many hearts Thou mightst have had 
 
 More innocent than mine ! 
 How many souls more worthy far 
 
 Of that sweet touch of Thine ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Ah Grace ! into unlikeliest hearts 
 
 It is thy boast to come, 
 The glory of thy light to find 
 
 In darkest spots a home. 
 
 IX. 
 
 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 ? 
 
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1 46 CONVERSION. 
 
 X. 
 
 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross 
 Seem trifles less than light ; 
 
 Earth looks so little and so low, 
 When faith shines full and bright. 
 
 XI. 
 
 O happy, happy that I am ! 
 
 If thou canst be, Faith ! 
 The treasure that thou art in life, 
 
 What wilt thou be in death ? 
 
 XII. 
 
 Thy choice. God of Goodness ! then 
 
 I lovingly adore ; 
 O give me grace to keep Thy grace, 
 
 And grace to merit more ! 
 
 L. 
 THE WILL OF GOD. 
 
 i. 
 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. 
 
THE WILL OF GOD. 147 
 
 II. 
 
 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. 
 
 in. 
 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. 
 
 IV. 
 
 I love to see thee bring to nought 
 
 The plans of wily men ; 
 When simple hearts outwit the wise, 
 
 O thou art loveliest then ! 
 v. 
 The headstrong world, it presses hard 
 
 Upon the Church full oft, 
 And then how easily thou turn'st 
 
 The hard ways into soft. 
 
 VI. 
 
 I love to kiss each print where thou 
 
 Hast set thine unseen feet : 
 I cannot fear thee, blessed Will ! 
 
 Thine empire is so sweet. 
 
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148 THE WILL OF GOD. 
 
 VII. 
 
 When obstacles and trials seem 
 
 Like prison -walls to be, 
 I do the little I can do, 
 
 And leave the rest to thee. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 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. 
 
 IX. 
 
 I have no cares, O blessed Will ! 
 
 For all my cares are thine ; 
 I live in triumph, Lord ! for Thou 
 
 Hast made Thy triumphs mine. 
 x. 
 And when it seems no chance or change 
 
 From grief can set me free, 
 Hope finds its strength in helplessness, 
 
 And gaily waits on thee. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Man's weakness waiting upon God 
 
 Its end can never miss, 
 For men on earth no work can do 
 
 More an^el-like than this. 
 
THE WILL OF GOD. 149 
 
 XII. 
 
 Ride on, ride on triumphantly, 
 
 Thou glorious Will ! ride on ; 
 Faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take 
 
 The road that thou hast gone. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 He always wins who sides with God, 
 
 To him no chance is lost ; 
 God's will is sweetest to him when 
 
 It triumphs at his cost. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Ill 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 ! 
 
 LI. 
 THE WORLD. 
 
 O Jesus ! if in days gone by 
 
 My heart hath loved the world too well, 
 It needs more love for love of Thee 
 
 To bid this cherished world farewell. 
 
150 THE WORLD. 
 
 II. 
 
 yes ! I can rejoice there are 
 
 So many things on earth to love, 
 So many idols for the fire, 
 
 My love and loyal change to prove, 
 in. 
 He that loves most hath most to lose, 
 
 And willing loss is love's best prize ; 
 The more that Yesterday hath loved 
 
 The more To-day can sacrifice. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Earth ! thon art too beautiful ! 
 
 And thou, dear Home ! thou art too sweet ! 
 The winning ways of flesh and blood 
 
 Too smooth for sinners' pilgrim feet ! 
 v. 
 bless thee, bless thee, lovely World ! 
 
 That thou dost play so false a part, 
 And drive, like sheep into a fold, 
 
 Our loves into our Saviour's Heart. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The woods and flowers, the running streams, 
 The sunshine of the common skies, 
 
 The round of household peace — what heart 
 But owns the might of these dear ties ? 
 
THE WORLD. 151 
 
 VII. 
 
 The sweetness of known faces is 
 A couch where weary souls repose ; 
 
 Known voices are as David's harp 
 Bewitching Saul's oppressive woes. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And jet, bright World ! thou art not wise ; 
 
 no ! enchantress though thou art, 
 Thou art not skilful in thy way 
 
 Of dealing with a wearied heart. 
 
 IX. 
 
 If thou hadst kept thy faith with me, 
 
 1 might have been thy servant still ; 
 But, ah ! lost love and broken faith, 
 
 Poor world ! these are beyond thy skill. 
 x. 
 This have I leaned upon, dear Lord ! 
 
 This world hath had Thy rightful place ; 
 O come, then, jealous King of love ! 
 
 Come, and begin Thy reign of grace. 
 
 XI. 
 
 O banish me from all I love, 
 
 The smiles of friends, the old fireside, 
 And drive me to that home of homes, 
 
 The Heart of Jesus Crucified. 
 
152 THE WORLD. 
 
 XII. 
 
 O take the light away from earth, 
 Take all that men can love from me ; 
 
 Let all I lean upon give way, 
 
 That I may lean on nought but Thee ! 
 
 LII. 
 DISTRACTIONS IN PRAYER. 
 
 i. 
 
 Ah ! dearest Lord ! I cannot pray, 
 
 My fancy is not free ; 
 Unmannerly distractions come, 
 
 And force my thoughts from Thee. 
 
 ii. 
 
 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, 
 in. 
 All nature one full fountain seems 
 
 Of dreamy sight and sound, 
 Which, when I kneel, breaks up its deeps. 
 
 And makes a delude round. 
 
DISTRACTIONS IN PRAYER. 153 
 
 IV. 
 
 Old voices murmur in my ear. 
 
 New hopes start into life, 
 And past and future gaily blend 
 
 In one bewitching strife. 
 
 v. 
 My very flesh has restless fits ; 
 
 My changeful limbs conspire 
 With all these phantoms of the mind 
 
 My inner self to tire. 
 
 VI. 
 
 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. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Ah ! Jesus ! teach me how to prize 
 
 These tedious hours when I, 
 Foolish and mute before Thy Face, 
 
 In helpless worship lie. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Prayer was not meant for luxury, 
 
 Or selfish pastime sweet ; 
 It is the prostrate creature's place 
 
 At his Creator's Feet. 
 
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154 DISTRACTIONS IN I'RAYEK, 
 
 IX. 
 
 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, 
 x. 
 Had I, dear Lord ! no pleasure found 
 
 But in the thought of Thee, 
 Prayer would have come unsought, and been 
 
 A truer liberty. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Yet Thou art oft most present, Lord ! 
 
 In weak distracted prayer ; 
 A sinner out of heart with self 
 
 Most often finds Thee there. 
 
 XII. 
 
 And prayer that humbles sets the soul 
 
 From all illusions free, 
 And teaches it how utterly, 
 
 Dear Lord ! it hangs on Thee. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 The soul, that on self-sacrifice 
 
 Is covetously bent, 
 Will bless Thy chastening hand that makes 
 
 Its prayer its punishment. 
 
DISTRACTIONS IN PRATER. 155 
 
 XI V. 
 
 Ah, Jesus ! why should I complain ? 
 
 And why fear aught but sin ! 
 Distractions are but outward things ; 
 
 Thy peace dwells far within ! 
 
 XV. 
 
 These surface-troubles come and go, 
 
 Like rufflings of the sea ; 
 The deeper depth is out of reach 
 
 To all, my God, but Thee ! 
 
 LIII. 
 
 SWEETNESS IN PRAYER. 
 
 i. 
 Why 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 ? 
 
 11. 
 What spell is this come over thee ? 
 
 My soul ! what sweet surprise ? 
 And wherefore these unbidden tears 
 
 That start into mine eyes ? 
 
156 SWEETNESS IN PKAYEK. 
 
 III. 
 
 How are my passions laid to sleep, 
 
 How easy penance seems ! 
 And how the bright world fades away — 
 
 are they all but dreams ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 How great, how good does God appear, 
 
 How dear oar holy faith ! 
 How tasteless life's best joys have grown I 
 
 How I could welcome death ! 
 
 v. 
 
 Thy sweetness hath betrayed Thee, Lord ! 
 
 Dear Spirit ! it is Thou ; 
 Deeper and deeper in my heart 
 
 1 feel Thee nestling now. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Whence Thou hast come I need not ask $ 
 
 But, most gentle Dove ! 
 wherefore hast Thou lit on one 
 
 That so repays Thy love ? 
 
 VII. 
 
 Ah ! that thou mightest stay with me, 
 
 Or else that I might die 
 While heart and soul are still subdued 
 
 With Thy sweet mastery. 
 
SWEETNESS IN PRAYER. 157 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Thy home is with the humble, Lord ! 
 
 The simple are Thy rest ; 
 Thy lodging is in child-like hearts ; 
 
 Thou makest there Thy nest. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Dear Comforter ! Eternal Love ! 
 
 If Thou wilt stay with me, 
 Of lowly thoughts and simple ways 
 
 I '11 build a nest for Thee. 
 x. 
 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. 
 
 XI. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 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. 
 
158 DRYNESS IN PRAYEK. 
 
 LIV. 
 
 DRYNESS IK PRAYER, 
 
 i, 
 for the happy days gone by, 
 
 When love ran smooth and free, 
 Days when my spirit so enjoyed 
 
 More than earth's liberty ! 
 
 ii. 
 
 for the times when on my heart 
 
 Long prayer had never palled, 
 Times when the ready thought of God 
 
 Would come when it was called ! 
 in. 
 Then when I knelt to meditate, 
 
 Sweet thoughts came o'er my soul, 
 Countless and bright and beautiful, 
 
 Beyond my own control. 
 
 IV. 
 
 who hath locked those fountains up ? 
 
 Those visions who hath stayed ? 
 What sudden act hath thus transformed 
 
 My sunshine into shade ? 
 
DRYNESS IN PKAYEE. 159 
 V> 
 
 This freezing heart, O Lord ! this will 
 
 Dry as the desert sand, 
 Good thoughts that will not come, bad thoughts 
 
 That come without command— 
 
 VI. 
 
 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 frequent 
 
 The Feast of Angels' Bread, — - 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The torment of unsettled thoughts 
 
 That cannot fix on Thee, 
 And in the dread confessional 
 
 Hard, cold fidelity : — 
 
 IX. 
 
 If this drear change be thine, Lord I 
 
 If it be Thy sweet will, 
 Spare not, but to the very brim 
 
 The bitter chalice fill. 
 
160 DRYNESS IN PRAYER. 
 
 X, 
 
 But if it hath been sin of mine, 
 
 show that sin to me, 
 
 Not to get back the sweetness lost, 
 But to make peace with Thee. 
 
 XI. 
 
 One thing alone, dear Lord ! I dread ;— 
 
 To have a secret spot 
 That separates my soul from Thee, 
 
 And yet to know it not. 
 XII. 
 
 when the tide of graces set 
 So full upon my heart, 
 
 1 know, dear Lord ! how faithlessly 
 
 1 did my little part. 
 
 XIII 
 
 I know how well my heart hath earned 
 
 A chastisement like this, 
 In trifling many a grace away 
 
 In self-complacent bliss. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 But if this weariness hath come 
 
 A present from on high, 
 Teach me to find the hidden wealth 
 
 That in its depths may lie. 
 
DRYNESS IN PRAYER. 161 
 
 XV. 
 
 So in this darkness I can learn 
 
 To tremble and adore, 
 To sound my own vile nothingness, 
 
 And thus to love Thee more, — 
 
 XVI. 
 
 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. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 If I have served Thee, Lord ! for hire, 
 Hire which Thy beauty showed, 
 
 Ah ! I can serve Thee now for nought* 
 And only as my God. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 blessed be this darkness then, 
 
 This deep in which I lie, 
 And blessed be all things that teach 
 
 God's dread Supremacy ! 
 
162 THE PAIN OF LOVE. 
 
 LV. 
 THE PAIN OF LOVE. 
 
 i. 
 Jesus ! why dost Thou love me so ? 
 
 What hast Thou seen in me 
 To make my happiness so great, 
 
 So dear a joy to Thee ? 
 ii. 
 Wert Thou not God, I then might think 
 
 Thou hadst no eye to read 
 The badness of that selfish heart 
 
 For which Thine own did bleed. 
 
 in. 
 
 But Thou art God, and know est all ; 
 
 Dear Lord ! Thou knowest me ; 
 And yet Thy knowledge hinders not 
 
 Thy love's sweet liberty. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Ah, how Thy grace hath wooed my soul 
 
 With persevering wiles ! 
 O give me tears to weep ; for tears 
 
 Are deeper joy than smiles. 
 
THE PAIN OF LOVE. 163 
 
 V. 
 
 Each proof renewed of Thy great love 
 
 Humbles me more and more, 
 And brings to light forgotten sins, 
 
 And lays them at my door. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The more I love Thee, Lord ! the more 
 
 I hate my own cold heart ; 
 The more Thou woundest me with love, 
 
 The more I feel the smart. 
 
 VII. 
 
 What shall I do, then, dearest Lord ! 
 
 Say, shall I fly from Thee, 
 And hide my poor unloving self 
 
 Where Thou canst never see ? 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Or shall I pray that Thy dear love 
 
 To me might not be given ? 
 Ah no ! love must be pain on earth, 
 
 If it be bliss iu Heaven ! 
 
164 THE END OF MAN. 
 
 LVL 
 THE END OF MAN. 
 
 i. 
 I come to Thee once more, my God ! 
 
 No longer will I roam ; 
 For I have sought the wide world through, 
 
 And never found a home. 
 
 ii. 
 O bright and many are the spots 
 
 Where I have built a nest ; 
 Yet in the brightest still I pined 
 
 For more abiding rest. 
 
 in. 
 
 Riches could bring me joy and power, 
 
 And they were fair to see ; 
 Yet gold was but a sorry god 
 
 To serve instead of Thee. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Then honour and the world's good word 
 
 Appeared a nobler faith ; 
 Yet could I rest on bliss that hung 
 
 And trembled on a breath ? 
 
THE EKD OF MAN. 165 
 
 V. 
 
 The pleasure of the passing hour 
 
 My spirit next could wile ; 
 But, oh ! how soon my heart fell sick 
 
 Of pleasure's weary smile ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 More selfish grown, I worshipped health, 
 The flush of manhood's power ; 
 
 But then it came and went so quick. 
 It was hut for an hour. 
 
 VII. 
 
 And thus a not unkindly world 
 
 Hath done its best for me ; 
 Yet I have found, O God ! no rest ? 
 
 No harbour short of Thee. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 For Thou hast made this wondrous soul 
 
 All for Thyself alone ; 
 Ah ! send Thy sweet transforming grace 
 
 To make it more Thine Own ! 
 
166 THE GIFTS OF GOD. 
 
 LVII. 
 THE GIFTS OF GOD. 
 
 i. 
 My Soul ! what hast thou done for God ? 
 
 Look o'er thy misspent years and see ; 
 Sum up what thou hast done for God, 
 
 And then what God hath done for thee. 
 ii. 
 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, 
 in. 
 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. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Had God in Heaven no work to do 
 
 But miracles of love for thee ? 
 No world to rule, no joy in Self 
 
 And in His own infinity ? 
 
THE GIFTS OF GOD. 167 
 
 V. 
 
 So must it seem to our blind eyes : 
 He gave His love no Sabbath rest, 
 
 Still plotting happiness for men, 
 
 And new designs to make them blest. 
 
 VI. 
 
 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. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The world rose up against His love ; 
 
 New love the vile rebellion met, 
 As though God only looked at sin 
 
 Its guilt to pardon and forget. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 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. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Men spurned His grace ; their lips blasphemed 
 The Love who made Himself their slave : 
 
 They grieved that blessed Comforter, 
 And turned against Him what He gave. 
 
168 THE GIFTS OF GOD. 
 
 X. 
 
 Yet still the sun is fair by day, 
 The moon still beautiful by night ; 
 
 The world goes round, and joy with it, 
 And life, free life, is men's delight* 
 
 XI. 
 
 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. 
 
 xii. 
 
 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. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 And now the Father keeps Himself, 
 In patient and forbearing love. 
 
 To be His creature's heritage 
 In that undying life above. 
 
 XIV. 
 O wonderful, passing thought, 
 
 The love that God hath had for thee ! 
 Spending on thee no less a sum 
 
 Than the Undivided Trinity I 
 
THE GIFTS OF GOD. 169 
 
 XV. 
 
 Father, and Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Exhausted for a thing like this, — 
 
 The world's whole government disposed 
 For one ungrateful creature's bliss ! 
 
 XVI. 
 
 What hast thou done for God, my soul ? 
 
 Look o'er thy misspent years and see i 
 Cry from thy worse than nothingness, 
 
 Cry for His mercy upon thee ! 
 
 LVIII. 
 
 THE RIGHT MUST WIN. 
 
 i. 
 O it is hard to work for God, 
 
 To rise and take His part 
 Upon this battlefield of earth, 
 And not sometimes lose heart! 
 ii. 
 He hides Himself so wondrously, 
 As though there were no God ; 
 He is least seen when all the powers 
 Of ill are most abroad : 
 
 i 
 
170 THE RIGHT MUST WIN. 
 
 III. 
 
 Or He deserts us at the hour 
 
 The fight is all but lost ; 
 And seems to leave us to ourselves 
 
 Just when we need Him most. 
 
 IV. 
 
 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. 
 v. 
 Ill masters good ; good seems to change 
 
 To ill with greatest ease ; 
 And, worst of all, the good with good 
 
 Is at cross purposes. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Church, the Sacraments, the Faith, 
 
 Their uphill journey take, 
 Lose here what there they gain, and, if 
 
 We lean upon them, break. 
 
 VII. 
 
 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. 
 
THE EIGHT MUST WIN. 17 1 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Ah ! God is other than we think ; 
 
 His ways are far above, 
 Far beyond reason's height, and reached 
 
 Only by childlike love. 
 
 IX. 
 
 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. 
 x. 
 She has a prudence of her own ; 
 
 Her step is firm and free ; 
 Yet there is cautious science too 
 
 In her simplicity. 
 
 XI. 
 
 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. 
 
 XII. 
 
 O blest is he to whom is given 
 
 The instinct that can tell 
 That God is on the field, when He 
 
 Is most invisible ! 
 
 i 2 
 
172 THE RIGHT MUST WIN. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 And blest is he who can divine 
 
 Where real right doth lie, 
 And dares to take the side that seems 
 
 Wrong to man's blindfold eye ! 
 
 XIY. 
 
 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. 
 xv. 
 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. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 As He can endless glory weave 
 From time's misjudging shame, 
 
 In His own world He is content 
 To play a losing game. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Muse on His justice, downcast Soul 1 
 Muse and take better heart ; 
 
 Back with thine angel to the field, 
 Good luck shall crown thy part ! 
 
THE RIGHT MUST WIN. 173 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 God's justice is a bed where we 
 
 Our anxious hearts may lay, 
 And, weary with ourselves, may sleep 
 
 Our discontent away. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 For right is right, since God is God ; 
 
 And right the day must win ; 
 To doubt would be disloyalty, 
 
 To falter would be sin ! 
 
 LIX. 
 TRUE LOVE. 
 
 i. 
 
 see how Jesus trusts Himself 
 
 Unto our childish love, 
 As though by His free ways with us 
 
 Our earnestness to prove ! 
 
 II. 
 
 God gives Himself as Mary's Babe 
 To sinners' trembling arms, 
 
 And veils His everlasting light 
 In childhood's feeble charms. 
 
174 TRUE LOVE. 
 
 III. 
 
 His sacred Name a common word 
 
 On earth He loves to hear ; 
 There is no majesty in Him 
 
 Which love may not come near. 
 
 IV. 
 
 His priests, they bear Him in their hands. 
 
 Helpless as babe can be ; 
 His love seems very foolishness 
 
 For its simplicity. 
 v. 
 The light of love is round His feet, 
 
 His paths are never dim ; 
 And He comes nigh to us when we 
 
 Dare not come nigh to Him. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Let us be simple with Him then, 
 
 Not backward, stiff or cold, 
 As though our Bethlehem could be 
 
 What Sina was of old. 
 
 VII. 
 
 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. 
 
TRUE LOVE. 17c 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The solemn face, the downcast eye, 
 The words constrained and cold, — 
 
 These are the homage, poor at best, 
 Of those outside the fold. 
 
 IX. 
 
 They know not how our God can play 
 
 The Babe's, the Brother's part ; 
 They dream not of the ways He has 
 
 Of getting at the heart. 
 x. 
 Most winningly He lowers Himself, 
 
 Yet they dare not come near ; 
 They cannot know in their blind place 
 
 The love that casts out fear. 
 
 XI. 
 
 In lowest depths of littleness 
 
 God sinks to gain our love ; 
 They put away the sign in fear, 
 
 And our free ways reprove. 
 
 XII. 
 
 that they knew what Jesus was, 
 
 And what untold abyss 
 Lies in love's simple forwardness 
 
 Of more than earthly bliss ! 
 
176 TRUE LOVE. 
 
 i 
 
 XIII. 
 
 O that they knew what faith can work ! 
 
 What Sacraments can do ! 
 What simple love is like, on fire 
 
 In hearts absolved and true ! 
 
 XIV. 
 
 How can they tell how Jesus oft 
 
 His secret thirst will slake 
 On those strange freedoms childlike hearts 
 
 Are taught by God to take ? 
 xv. 
 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. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 XVII. 
 
 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. 
 
TRUE LOVE. 177 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 They would not speak in measured tones, 
 
 If love had in them wrought 
 Until their spirits had been hushed 
 
 In reverential thought. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 They would have smiled in playful ways 
 
 To ease their fevered heart, 
 And learned with other simple souls 
 
 To play love's crafty part, 
 xx. 
 They would have run away from God 
 
 For their own vileness' sake, 
 And feared lest some interior light 
 
 From tell-tale eyes should break. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 They know not how the outward smile 
 
 The inward awe can prove ; 
 They fathom not the creature's fear 
 
 Of Uncreated Love. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 The majesty of God ne'er broke 
 
 On them like fire at night, 
 Flooding their stricken souls, while they 
 
 Lay trembling in the light. 
 
 i 3 
 
178 TRUE LOVE. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 They love not ; for they have not kissed 
 
 The Saviour's outer hem : 
 They fear not ; for the Living God 
 
 Is yet unknown to them ! 
 
 LX. 
 PERFECTION. 
 
 i. 
 
 how the thought of God attracts 
 
 And draws the heart from earth, 
 And sickens it of passing shows 
 
 And dissipating mirth ! 
 11. 
 'Tis not enough to save our souls. 
 
 To shun the eternal fires ; 
 The thought of God will rouse the heart 
 
 To more sublime desires. 
 in. 
 God only is the creature's home, 
 
 Though long and rough the road ; 
 Yet nothing less can satisfy 
 
 The love that longs for God. 
 
PERFECTION. 179 
 
 IV. 
 
 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. 
 
 v. 
 
 A trusting heart, a yearning eye, 
 
 Can win their way above ; 
 If mountains can be moved by faith, 
 
 Is there less power in love ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 How little of that road, my soul ! 
 
 How little hast thou gone ! 
 Take heart, and let the thought of God 
 
 Allure thee further on. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The freedom from all wilful sin, 
 
 The Christian's daily task, — 
 O these are graces far below 
 
 What longing love would ask ! 
 
 VIII. 
 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 ? 
 
180 PERFECTION. 
 
 IX. 
 
 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 I 
 x. 
 Good is the cloister's silent shade, 
 
 Cold watch and pining fast ; 
 Better the mission's wearing strife, 
 
 If there thy lot be cast. 
 
 XI. 
 
 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. 
 xn. 
 O keep thy conscience sensitive ; 
 
 No inward token miss ; 
 And go where grace entices thee ; — 
 
 Perfection lies in this. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Be docile to thine unseen Guide, 
 Love Him as He loves thee ; 
 
 Time and obedience are enough. 
 And thou a Saint shalt be I. 
 
PREDESTINATION* 181 
 
 LXI. 
 
 PREDESTINATION. 
 
 i. 
 
 Father and God ! mine endless doom 
 
 Is hidden in Thy Hand, 
 And I shall know not what it is 
 
 Till at Thy bar I stand. 
 
 IT. 
 
 Thou knowest what Thou hast decreed 
 
 For me in Thy dread Will ; 
 I in my helpless ignorance 
 
 Must tremble and lie still, 
 in. 
 All light is darkness, when I think 
 
 Of what may be my fate ; 
 Yet hearts will trust, and hope can teach 
 
 Both faith and love to wait. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A little strife of flesh and soul, 
 
 A single word from Thee, 
 And in a moment I possess 
 
 A fixed eternity : — 
 
1 82 PREDESTINATION. 
 
 V. 
 
 Fixed, fixed, irrevocably fixed ! 
 
 O at this silent hour 
 The thought of what is possible 
 
 Comes with terrific power : 
 
 VI. 
 
 As though into some awful depth 
 Rash hands had flung a stone, 
 
 And still the frightening echoes grow, 
 As it goes sounding on. 
 
 VII. 
 
 My fears adore Thee, O my God ! 
 
 My heart is chilled with awe ; 
 Yet love from out that very chill 
 
 Fresh life and heat can draw. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Thou owest me no duties, Lord ! 
 
 Thy Being hath no ties ; 
 The world lies open to Thy Will, 
 
 Its victim and its prize. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Father ! Thy power is merciful 
 
 To us poor worms below, 
 2sot bound by justice, but because 
 
 Thyself hath willed it so. 
 
PREDESTINATION. 183 
 
 X. 
 
 The fallen creature hath no rights, 
 
 No voice in Thy decrees ; 
 Yet while Thy glory owns no claims, 
 
 Thy love makes promises. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Thou may st have willed that I should die 
 In friendship, Lord ! with Thee, 
 
 Or I may in the act of sin 
 Touch on eternity. 
 
 XII. 
 
 What can I do but trust Thee, Lord ! 
 
 For Thou art God alone ? 
 My soul is safer in Thy hands, 
 
 Father ! than in my own. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 I worship Thee with breathless fears ; 
 
 Thou wilt do what Thou wilt ; 
 The worst Thine anger hath in store 
 
 Is far below my guilt. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 O fearful thought ! one act of sin 
 
 Within itself contains 
 The power of endless hate of God, 
 
 And everlasting pains. 
 
184 PRE&ESTINATION. 
 
 XV. 
 
 For me to do such act I know 
 How slight a change I need. 
 
 Yet know not if restraining grace 
 For me hath been decreed. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 What can I do but trust Thee, Lord ? 
 
 That trust my heart will cheer ; 
 And love must learn to live abashed 
 
 Beneath continual fear, 
 xvn. 
 That Thou art God is my one joy I 
 
 Whate'er Thy will may be, 
 Thy glory will be magnified 
 
 In Thy last doom of me ! 
 
 LXIL 
 
 An EVENING HYMN at the ORATORY, 
 
 1* 
 
 Sweet Saviour ! bless us ere we go ; 
 
 Thy word into our minds instill ; 
 And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 
 
 With lowly love and fervent wilL 
 
AN EVENING HYMN AT THE ORATORY. 185 
 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
 ii. 
 The day is done ; its hours have run ; 
 
 And Thou hast taken count of all, — 
 The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 
 
 The broken vow, the frequent fall. 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
 in. 
 Grant us, dear Lord ! from evil ways 
 
 True absolution and release ; 
 And bless us more than in past days 
 
 With purity and inward peace. 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Do more than pardon ; give us joy, 
 
 Sweet fear and sober liberty, 
 And simple hearts without alloy, 
 
 That only long to be like Thee. 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
186 AN EVENING HYMN AT THE ORATORY. 
 V. 
 
 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled, 
 And care is light, for Thou hast cared ; 
 
 Ah ! never let our works be soiled 
 With strife, or by deceit ensnared. 
 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 
 gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
 
 The sinful, — unto Thee we call ; 
 let Thy mercy make us glad ; 
 
 Thou art our Jesus and our All ! 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 Sweet Saviour ! bless us ; night is come ; 
 
 Mary and Philip near us be ; 
 Good Angels watch about our home ; 
 
 And we are one day nearer Thee ! 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
LOW SPIRITS. 187 
 
 LXIII. 
 LOW SP1KITS. 
 
 i. 
 
 Fever and fret, and aimless stir, 
 
 And disappointed strife, 
 All chafing unsuccessful things, 
 
 Make up the sum of life. 
 ii. 
 Love adds anxiety to toil, 
 
 And sameness doubles cares, 
 While one unbroken chain of work 
 
 The flagging temper wears, 
 in. 
 The light and air are d ailed with smoke ; 
 
 The streets resound with noise ; 
 And the soul sinks to see its peers 
 
 Chasing their joyless joys. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Voices are round me ; smiles are near ; 
 
 Kind welcomes to be had ; 
 And yet my spirit is alone, 
 
 Fretful, outworn and sad. 
 
188 LOW SPIRITS. 
 
 V. 
 
 A weary actor, I would fain 
 
 Be quit of my long part : 
 The burden of unquiet life 
 
 Lies heavy on my heart. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Sweet thought of God ! now do thy work, 
 
 As thou hast done before ; 
 Wake up, and tears will wake with thee, 
 
 And the dull mood be o'er. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The very thinking of the thought, 
 
 Without or praise or prayer, 
 Gives light to know, and life to do, 
 
 And marvellous strength to bear. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O there is music in that thought 
 
 Unto a heart unstrung, 
 Like sweet bells at the evening-time 
 
 Most musically rung. 
 
 IX. 
 
 ? Tis not His justice or His power, 
 
 Beauty or blest abode, 
 But the mere unexpanded thought 
 
 Of the Eternal God. 
 
LOW SPIRITS. 189 
 
 X. 
 
 It is not of His wondrous works, 
 
 Nor even that He is ; 
 Words fail it, but it is a thought 
 
 Which by itself is bliss. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Sweet thought ! lie closer to my heart, 
 
 That I may feel thee near, 
 As one who for his weapon feels 
 
 In some nocturnal fear. 
 
 xit. 
 Mostly in hours of gloom thou com'st, 
 
 When sadness makes us lowly, 
 As tho' thou wert the echo sweet 
 
 Of humble melancholy. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 I bless thee, Lord ! for this kind check 
 
 To spirits over free, 
 And for all things that make me feel 
 
 More helpless need of Thee ! 
 
190 THE ETERNAL YEARS. 
 
 LXIV. 
 
 THE ETERNAL YEARS. 
 
 i. 
 How shalt thou bear the Cross that now 
 
 So dread a weight appears ? 
 Keep quietly to God, and think 
 
 Upon the Eternal Years. 
 ii. 
 Austerity is little help. 
 
 Although it somewhat cheers ; 
 Thine oil of gladness is the thought 
 
 Of the Eternal Years. 
 in. 
 Set hours and written rule are good, 
 
 Long prayer can lay our fears : 
 But it is better calm for thee 
 
 To count the Eternal Years. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Rites are as balm unto the eyes, 
 
 God's word unto the ears : 
 But He will have thee rather brood 
 
 Upon the Eternal Years. 
 
THE ETERNAL YEARS. 191 
 
 V. 
 
 O ! many things are good for souls 
 
 In proper times and spheres : 
 Thy present good is in the thought 
 
 Of the Eternal Years. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Thy self- upbraiding is a snare, 
 
 Though meekness it appears ; 
 More humbling is it far for thee, 
 
 To face the Eternal Years. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Brave quiet is the thing for thee, 
 
 Chiding thy scrupulous fears ; 
 Learn to be real, from the thought 
 
 Of the Eternal Years. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Bear gently, suffer like a child, 
 
 Nor be ashamed of tears ; 
 Kiss the sweet Cross, and in thy heart 
 
 Sing of the Eternal Years. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Thy Cross is quite enough for thee, 
 
 Though little it appears ; 
 For there i3 hid in it the weight 
 
 Of the Eternal Years. 
 
192 THE ETERNAL YEARS. 
 
 X. 
 
 And know'st thou not how bitterness 
 
 An ailing spirit cheers ? 
 Thy medicine is the strengthening thought 
 
 Of the Eternal Years. 
 
 XI. 
 
 One Cross can sanctify a soul ; 
 
 Late saints and ancient seers 
 Were what they were, because they mused 
 
 Upon the Eternal Years. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Pass not from flower to pretty flower ; 
 
 Time flies, and judgment nears ; 
 Go ! make thy honey from the thought 
 
 Of the Eternal Years. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Death will have rainbows round it, seen 
 Through calm contrition's tears, 
 
 If tranquil hope but trims her lamp 
 At the Eternal Years. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Keep unconstrain'dly in this thought 
 Thy loves, hopes, smiles and tears ; 
 
 Such prison-house thine heart will make 
 Free of the Eternal Years* 
 
THE ETERNAL TEAKS* 193 
 
 XV. 
 
 A single practice long sustained 
 
 A soul to God endears : 
 This must be thine— to weigh the thought 
 
 Of the Eternal Years. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 He practises all virtue well. 
 
 Who his own Cross reveres, 
 And lives in the familiar thought 
 
 Of those Eternal Years. 
 
 LXV. 
 ST. PHILIP'S HOME. 
 
 Recordare, Virgo Mater, in conspectu Dei, 
 
 ut loquaris.pro nobis bona. — Missale Romanum. 
 
 I. 
 
 © Mary ! Mother Mary ! our tears are flowing 
 
 fast, 
 For mighty Rome, St. Philip's home, is desolate 
 
 and waste ; 
 There are wild beasts in her palaces far fiercer 
 
 and more bold 
 Than those that licked the martyrs' feet in 
 
 heathen days of old. 
 
 K 
 
194 st. philip's home. 
 
 ii. 
 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 
 Charmed evil out of many hearts, and darkness 
 
 out of mine. 
 
 in. 
 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. 
 
 IV. 
 
 For the exiled Pontiff's sake, our Father and our 
 Lord, 
 
 O Mother ! bid the Angel sheathe his keen aveng- 
 ing sword ; [be, 
 
 For the Vicar of thy Son, poor exile though he 
 
 Is busied with thine honour now by that sweet 
 southern sea. 
 
st. philip's home. 195 
 
 v. 
 
 O by the joy thou hadst in Rome, when every 
 
 street and square 
 Burned 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 lawless spoiler waste dear Father 
 
 Philip's home ! 
 
 VL 
 
 O by the dread basilicas, the pilgrim's gates to 
 heaven, 
 
 By all the shrines and relics God to Christian 
 Rome hath given, 
 
 By the countless Ave-Maries that have rung 
 from out its towers, 
 
 By Peter's threshold, Mother ! save this pilgrim- 
 place of ours ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 By all the words of peace and power, that from 
 
 St. Peter's Chair 
 Have stilled the angry world so oft, this glorious 
 
 City spare ! [sway 
 
 By the lowliness of him whose gentle-hearted 
 A thousand lands are blessing now, dear Mother 
 
 Mary ! pray. k 2 
 
196 ST. PHILIP' S S HOME. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 By the pageants bright whose golden light hath 
 
 flashed through street and square, 
 And by the long processions that have borne thy 
 
 Jesus there ! 
 By the glories of the Saints, by the honours that 
 
 were thine, 
 By all the worship God hath got from many a 
 
 blazing shrine, — 
 
 IX. 
 
 By all heroic deeds of Saints that Rome hath 
 
 ever seen, 
 By all the times her multitudes have crowned 
 
 thee for their queen, 
 By all the glory God hath gained from out that 
 
 wondrous place, 
 O Mary ! Mother Mary ! pray thy strongest 
 
 prayer for grace ! 
 
 x. 
 O Mary ! Mother Mary ! thou wilt plead for 
 
 Philip's home ; 
 Thou wilt turn the heart of Him who turned 
 
 St. Peter back to Rome ; 
 O ! thou wilt pray thy prayer ; and the battle 
 
 will be won, [of her Son ! 
 
 And the Saviour's sinless Mother save the City 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 197 
 
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 THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 
 
 Father ! Creator ! Lord Most High ! 
 Sweet Jesus ! Fount of Clemency ! 
 Blest Spirit ! who dost sanctify ! 
 
 God ruling over all ! 
 The Dolours Christ did once endure* 
 O grant that I, with spirit pure, 
 
 Devoutly may recall. 
 
 Jesus ! Thou didst a Mother choose, 
 Whose Seed the serpent's head should bruise* 
 
 Seed of a Virgin womb ; 
 O I bruise that serpent now in me, 
 Bruise him, good Lord ! that I may be 
 
 Thine at the Day of Doom. 
 
 Jesus ! the saints in spirit soar 
 Where angels hymn for evermore 
 
 The Judge who shall appear ; 
 Receive a suppliant that would raise 
 His voice unto that choir of praise. 
 
 But is half mute through fear. 
 
198 THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 
 
 1. The Infancy and Youth of our Saviour 
 till his Baptism. 
 
 Jesus ! who from Thy throne didst come, 
 And man's most vile estate assume, 
 
 Our fallen race to lift, 
 O ! grant that such transcending love 
 To me, through Thine own grace, may prove 
 
 No ineffectual gift. 
 
 I. 
 Jesus ! whom Mary once conceived 
 Through grace, her backward fears relieved 
 
 By angels' salutation, 
 May I, within a chastened heart, 
 Conceive Thee, Living Word, who art 
 
 My God and my Salvation. 
 
 n. 
 Jesus ! whom Thy sweet Mother bare 
 To St. Elizabeth of yore, 
 
 On Jewry's mountain lea ; 
 O ! mayst Thou oft, in ways concealed^ 
 To heart but not to eye revealed^ ' 
 
 Vouchsafe to visit me. 
 
THE LIJTJK OF OUR LOUD. 199 
 
 III. 
 
 Jesus ! kind visitant of earth, 
 Of sinless and of painless birth, 
 
 Thy Mother's only-born, 
 May love with undiverted flame 
 Ascend, and for Thy glorious Name 
 
 All other nuptials scorn. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Jesus I the spacious world was Thine, 
 Yet, when Thou woulclst Thy head recline, 
 
 It scarce found room for Thee ; 
 And O, shall sinful man be bent 
 On self-sought greatness, not content 
 
 With Christlike poverty ! 
 
 v. 
 
 Jesus ! for whom the shepherds sought 
 An Infant, by the Angels taught 
 
 From out the midnight sky, 
 O may I love Thy praise on earth, 
 That I may one day share the mirth 
 
 Of angel hosts on high. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jesus ! my God and Saviour, Thou, 
 Sinless, didst as a sinner bow 
 To ordinance divine ; 
 
200 THE LIFE OF OXTR LORD. 
 
 O curb my loose and wandering eyes? 
 Prune my self-will, and circumcise 
 This carnal heart of mine. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Jesus ! before Thy manger, kings- 
 Lay prostrate with their offerings, 
 
 A most unworldly throne ; 
 Thou to my cradle earnest, Lord, 
 With gifts invisibly outpoured 
 
 From waters of Thine own. 
 
 vnr. 
 Jesus ! whom Thy meek Mother vowed 
 To God, whose law would have allowed 
 
 Her first-born to go free, 
 O give me such a humble mind.,. 
 That in obedience I may find 
 
 The choicest liberty*. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Jesus r sweet fugitive, who fled" 
 From Herod^s bloody net outspread" 
 
 For Thy dear Infancy, 
 Give me, O Lord, like modest care 
 To fiy the world when it speaks faiB. 
 
 To steal Thy grace away« 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 201 
 
 X. 
 
 Jesus ! whom Thy sad Mother sought, 
 And in the temple found, who taught 
 
 The aged in Thy youth ; 
 How blest are they who keep aright, 
 Or find, when lost, the living light 
 
 Of Thine eternal truth ! 
 
 O Creator ! hear Thy creatures. 
 Saviour ! hear us when we pray ; 
 Thou who dost renew our natures, 
 Good Spirit ! give us hearts to say, 
 Deus meus et omnia t 
 
 2. The Life of our Saviour till His 
 Passion. 
 
 Jesus ! the Father's words approve 
 His Son in Jordan, while the Dove^ 
 
 Bright Witness, hovers down ; 
 So wash me, Lord, that I may be, 
 At the great day, approved of Thee, 
 
 Before Thy Father's throne. 
 
 K 3 
 
202 THE LIFE OF OUR LOKB* 
 
 I. 
 
 Jesus ! who in the strength of fast, 
 Through Adam's three temptations passed, 
 
 On Adam's trial-ground, 
 In me let hallowed abstinence 
 The issues seal of carnal sense, 
 
 And Satan's wiles confound. 
 
 ii. 
 Jesus ! Thou didst the fishers call, 
 Who straightway at Thy voice left all, 
 
 To teach the world of Thee ; 
 May I with ready will obey 
 Thine inward call, and keep the way 
 
 Of Thy simplicity. 
 
 in. 
 Jesus ! who deign'dst to be a guest, 
 Where Mary's gently-urged behest 
 
 With Thy kind power made free, 
 May I mine earthly kinsfolk love, 
 In such pure ways, that I may prove 
 
 My greater love for Thee. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Jesus ! how toiled Thy blessed Feet 
 O'er hill and dale and stony street, 
 Through weary want and pain ! 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 203 
 
 O may I rather for Thy sake 
 The hardships Thou hast hallowed take 
 Than joys Thou didst disdain. 
 
 v. 
 Jesus ! in all the zeal of love 
 How amiably didst Thou reprove 
 
 Poor wretches lost in sin ! 
 Ah ! may I first in penance live^ 
 Rebuking self, then humbly strive 
 
 My brother's soul to win. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jesus ! who didst the multitude 
 Twice nourish with miraculous food 
 
 Of soul and body both, 
 Give me my daily bread, Lord, 
 Thy flesh, Thyself, Incarnate Word, 
 
 Which feeds our heavenly growth. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Jesus ! gracious truth revealing, 
 Sorrow soothing, sickness healing, 
 
 And so requiting hate ! 
 O grant that I may ever be 
 Like-minded, blessed Lord, with Thee, 
 
 And envy no man's state. 
 
204 THE LIFE OF OUK LORDt 
 
 VIIIc 
 
 Jesus ! transfigured on the height 
 Of Tabor in mysterious light 
 
 From Heaven's eternal fountain, 
 If such the earthly type, O lead, 
 Lead me where Thou Thy flock dost feed^ 
 
 Upon the holy mountain*. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Jesus ! who wept o'er Salem's towers,- 
 Wept for her long and baleful hours 
 
 Of misery and sin ! 
 O Love Divine, could I but borrow 
 Eronx Thy sweet strength such strength. of' 
 sorrow 
 
 As might her pardon win ! 
 
 x, 
 Jesus ! and do I now behold 
 My God, my Saviour, bought and sold; 
 
 A traitor's merchandize ? 
 O grant that I may never be 
 A Judas, dearest Lord, to Thee, 
 
 For all that earth supplies. 
 
 O Creator ! hear Thy creatures, - 
 Saviour ! hear us, when we pray ; 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 205 
 
 Thou who dost renew our natures,. 
 Good Spirit ! give us hearts to sajy 
 
 Deus meus et omnia I 
 
 3. The Passion of our Saviour till His 
 Crucifixion. 
 
 Jesus ! who deemedst it not unmeet 
 To wash Thine own disciples' feet, 
 
 Though Thou Avert Lord of all y 
 Teach me thereby this wisdom meek r 
 That the j who self-abasement seek 
 
 Alone shall fear no fall. 
 
 I. 
 
 Jesus ! who Thy true Flesh didst take 
 Upon the Paschal night, and break 
 
 For our most precious Food, 
 O Living Bread, be Thou my strength 
 Through which the world and flesh, at lengthy 
 
 In me may be subdued. 
 
 n. 
 Jesus ! who in the garden felt 
 The bloody sweat, yet patient knelt 
 To do Thy Father's will, 
 
206 THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 
 
 To me give such a zealous mind 
 To suffer, such a heart resigned 
 Thy statutes to fulfil. 
 
 in. 
 Jesus ! Thy friends are fain to sleep, 
 While to the unresisting Sheep 
 
 The cruel wolves repair ; 
 May I be found as meek and still 
 By those who wish or work me ill, 
 
 And, like my Lord, at prayer. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Jesus ! who sawst on that sad night 
 Thine own, Thy chosen, take to flight, 
 
 And leave their Lord by stealth ; 
 O may we learn in grief and care 
 Those harder trials still to bear, 
 
 Prosperity and wealth. 
 
 v. 
 
 Jesus ! who deeply silent stood 
 Before the accusing multitude, 
 
 Do Thou my tongue control, 
 Set on my busy lips Thy seal ; 
 Ascetic silence oft can heal 
 
 The sickness of the soul. 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 207 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jesus ! whom Peter then denied, 
 Thou with one gentle look didst chide 
 
 The weak disciple's fears ; 
 If ever I deny Thy Name, 
 Thy Cross, O send me speedy shame, 
 
 O give me Peter's tears. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Jesus ! the Judge of quick and dead, 
 Thyself, when falsely judged, wert led 
 
 In mock regalia clad ; 
 May I my solemn office fill, 
 Judge of myself, and think no ill, 
 
 Not even of the bad. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Jesus ! when scourged and buffeted 
 And spit upon, Thy sacred Head 
 
 Was bow'd to earth for me ; 
 O may I pardon find, and bliss, 
 And expiating love in this 
 
 My Lord's indignity. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Jesus ! with crown of ruddy thorn 
 The Jews Thy tortured Brow adorn, 
 And, jeering, hail Thee king ; 
 
208 THE LIFE OF OtTR LORD. 
 
 May I, Lord, with heart sincere 
 My humble zeal, my love and fear r 
 A real homage bring. 
 
 x. 
 
 Jesus ! for whom the wicked Jews 
 A vile and blood-stained robber choose? 
 
 Have mercy, Lord, on me, 
 And keep me from a choice so base- 
 As taking wealth or ease or place, 
 
 Barabbas, Lord ! for Thee. 
 
 O Creator I hear Thy creatures. 
 Saviour ! hear us when we pray ; 
 Thou who dost renew our natures. 
 Good Spirit ! give us hearts to say,. 
 Deus meus et omnia I 
 
 4. The Crucifixion, and what was done 
 upon the Cross. 
 
 Jesus ! along Thy proper road 
 Of sorrows, with Thy weary Load 
 
 How didst Thou toil and strain ! 
 O may I bear the Cross like Thee, 
 Or rather, Lord, do Thou in me 
 
 The blessed weight sustain. 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 20B 
 
 I. 
 
 Jesus ! on that most doleful day 
 
 How were Thy garments stripped a-way^ 
 
 Thy holy Limbs laid bare ! 
 O may no works or ways unclean 
 Despoil me of that modest mien 
 
 Thy servants, Lord, should wear; 
 
 ii. 
 Jesus ! what direst agony 
 Was Thine, upon the bitter tree,, 
 
 With healing virtues rife ! 
 O may I count all things but loss^ 
 All for the glory of the Cross, 
 
 The sinner's Tree of Life. 
 
 in. 
 Jesus ! around Thy sacred Head: 
 There is an ominous brightness shed^ 
 
 The Name which Pilate wrote ^ 
 Save us, Thou royal Nazarene ! 
 For in ; that Threefold Name are seeni 
 
 The gifts Thy Passion brought.- 
 
 IV. 
 
 Jesus ! who to the Father prayed 
 
 For those who all Thy love repaid; 
 
 With this dread cup of woes* 
 
210 THE LIFE OF OUR LORD, 
 
 Teach me to conquer, Lord, like Thee, 
 By patience and benignity, 
 The thwarting of my foes. 
 
 v. 
 
 Jesus ! who, come to seek and save, 
 Absolved the thief, and promise gave 
 
 Of peace among the blest, 
 Ah ! do Thou give me penitence 
 Like his, that I, when summoned hence, 
 
 In Paradise may rest. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jesus ! who bade the virgin John 
 
 Thy Mother take, when Thou wert gone, 
 
 And in Thy stead to be, 
 Oh, when I yield my parting breath, 
 Be Thou beside me, and in death, 
 
 Good Lord, remember me. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Jesus ! true Man, who cried aloud, 
 Toward the ninth hour, My God, my God, 
 
 O why am I forsaken ? 
 Lord ! may I never fall from Thee, 
 Nor even in life's extremity 
 
 My humble trust be shaken. 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 211 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Jesus ! athirst, the soldiers think 
 To mock Thee, giving Thee to drink 
 
 What might inflame Thy pain ; 
 Ah ! mindful of the loathsome draught 
 Which for my sins my Saviour quaffed, 
 
 May I my flesh restrain. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Jesus ! Redeemer, all the price 
 Of Adam's sin Thy sacrifice 
 
 Did more than fully pay ; 
 May I my stewardship fulfil 
 With equal strictness, and Thy will 
 
 With scrupulous love obey. 
 x. 
 Jesus ! Thy Passion at an end, 
 Thou didst Thy blameless soul commend 
 
 Unto the Father's care ; 
 When my last hour is come, may I 
 Hasten with meek alacrity 
 
 To do Thy will elsewhere. 
 
 O Creator ! hear Thy creatures, 
 Saviour ! hear us when we pray ; 
 Thou who dost renew our natures, 
 Good Spirit ! give us hearts to say, 
 Deus meus et omnia ! 
 
212 the life of our lord. 
 
 5. What was done after His Death ; 
 Burial, Resurrection, Ascension, Ses- 
 sion, and Second Advent. 
 
 Jesus ! all-hail, who for my sin 
 Didst die, and by that death didst win 
 
 Eternal life for me ; 
 Send me Thy grace, good Lord ! that I 
 Unto the world and flesh may die,. 
 
 And hide my life with Thee. 
 
 Jesus ! from out Thine opened Side 
 Thou hast the thirsty world supplied 
 
 With endless streams of love -> 
 Come ye who would your sickness heal,. 
 Draw freely from that sacred well, 
 
 Its heavenly virtues prove. 
 
 ii. 
 
 Jesus ! Thy Passion's bitter smart 
 Pierced like a sword Thy Mother's heart 
 
 As Simeon prophesied ; 
 So fix my heart unto Thy Cross, 
 That I may count all gain but loss 
 
 For Jesus Crucified 1 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 2 IS 
 
 III. 
 
 Jesus ! in spices wrapped, and laid 
 Within the garden's rocky shade, 
 
 By jealous seals made sure, 
 Embalm me with Thy grace, and hide 
 Thy servant in Thy wounded Side, 
 
 A heavenly sepulture ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Jesus ! who to the spirits went, 
 
 And preached the new enfranchisement 
 
 Thy recent death had won, 
 Absolve me, Lord ! and set me free 
 From self and sin, that I may be 
 
 Bondsman to Thee alone. 
 
 v. 
 Jesus ! who from the dead arose 
 And straightway sought to comfort those 
 
 Whose weak faith mourned for Thee, 
 O may I rise from sin and earth, 
 And so make good that second birth 
 
 Which Thou hast wrought in me. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jesus ! who wert at Emmaus known 
 In breaking bread, and thus art shown 
 Unto Thy people now, 
 
214 THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 
 
 O may my heart within me burn, 
 When at the Altar I discern 
 Thy Body, Lord ! and bow. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Jesus ! amid yon olives hoar, 
 Thy forty days of sojourn o'er, 
 
 Thou didst ascend on high ; 
 O thither may my heart and mind 
 Ascend, their home and harbour find 
 
 With Jesus in the sky. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Jesus ! ten silent days expired, 
 The Eternal Spirit came, and fired 
 
 With his celestial heat 
 Thine infant Church ; O may that light 
 Within one pasture now unite 
 
 Men's widely wandering feet. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Jesus ! who at this very hour 
 
 At God's Right Hand in pomp and power 
 
 Our nature still dost wear, 
 O let Thy Wounds still intercede, 
 And by their simple silence plead 
 
 Thy countless merits there. 
 
THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 215 
 
 X. 
 
 Jesus ! who shalt in glory come 
 With angels to the final doom, 
 
 Men's works and wills to weigh — 
 Since from that pomp I cannot flee, 
 Be pitiful, great Lord ! to me 
 
 In that tremendous day. 
 
 O Creator ! hear Thy creatures, 
 Saviour ! hear us when we pray ; 
 Thou who dost renew our natures, 
 Good Spirit ! give us hearts to say, 
 
 DEUS MEUS ET OMNIA ! 
 
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