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No. 20LENT AND PASSIONTIDEBy the blood that flowed from TheeLitany of the PassionC. M. CaddellNicola. A. MontaniLento ma non troppo1.By the blood that flowed from TheeIn Thy bitter agony;By the scourge so meekly borne;By Thy purple robe of scorn;1st ChorusJesus, Saviour, hear our cry!2d ChorusThou wert suff'ring once as we;TuttiWe thy children sing to Thee.2.By the thorns that crowned Thy Head;By Thy sceptre of a reed;By Thy Footsteps faint and slowWeighted beneath Thy Cross of woe,3.By the nails and pointed spear;By Thy people's cruel jeer;By Thy dying pray'r which roseBegging mercy for Thy foes.4.By the darkness thick as nightBlotting out the sun from sight;By the cry with which in deathThou didst yield Thy parting Breath.5.By Thy weeping Mother's woe;By the sword that pierced her through,When, in anguish standing by,On the Cross she saw Thee die.Page 28Page 29No. 21LENT AND PASSIONTIDEOh come and mourn with me awhileJesus CrucifiedFather FaberNicola A. MontaniAndante religioso1.Oh come an mourn with me awhile!See, Mary calls us to her side;Oh come and let us mourn with her;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!2.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!3.How fast His Hand and Feet are nailed;His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied;His failing eyes are blind with Blood;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!4.Seven times He spoke, seven words of love,And all three hours His silence criedFor mercy on the souls of men;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!5.Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed;His failing eyes He strove to guideWith mindful love to Mary's face,Jesus, our Love, is crucified!6.Come take thy stand beneath the CrossAnd let the blood from out that SideFall gently on thee, drop by drop,Jesus, our Love, is crucified!Page 30No. 22LENT AND PASSIONTIDESacred Head Surrounded"O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden"St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153)Melody by H. L. Hassler (1600)Adaptation as given by J. S. Bach in his "St. Matthew's Passion"Largo1.O Sacred Head, surrounded,By crown of piercing thorn!O bleeding Head, so wounded,Reviled and put to scorn!Death's pallid hue come o'er TheeThe glow of life decays,Yet angel hosts adore Thee,And tremble as they gaze.2.I see Thy strength and vigorAll fading in the strife,And death, with cruel rigor,Bereaving Thee of life;O agony and dying!O love to sinners free!Jesus, all grace supplying,O turn Thy face on me!3.In this Thy bitter passion,Good Shepherd, think of me,With Thy most sweet compassion,Unworthy though I be;Beneath Thy Cross abiding,Forever would I rest,In Thy dear love confiding,And with Thy presence blest.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 31Page 32No. 23LENT AND PASSIONTIDEAt the Cross her station keepingStabat MaterJacopone da Todi. XIV Cent.Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661Harmonized by N. A. M.Not too slow1.At the Cross her station keeping,Stood the mournful Mother weeping,Close to Jesus to the last.2.Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,All His bitter anguish bearing,Now at length the sword has passed.3.O that blessed one, grief laden,Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden,Mother of the All-blest one.4.How she stood in desolationUpward gazing on the passionOf that deathless dying Son.5.Who could see, from tears refraining,Christ's dear Mother uncomplainingIn so great a sorrow bowed?6.Who, unmoved, beheld her languishUnderneath His Cross of anguish,'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd?7.For His people's sin th'All HolyShe beheld, the victim lowly,Bleed in torments, bleed and die.8.Saw her well-beloved taken,Saw her Child in death forsaken,Heard his last expiring cry.9.Fount of love and sacred sorrow,Mother! May my spirit borrowSadness from thy holy woe.10.May my spirit burn within me,Love my God, and great love win meGrace to please Him here below.11.Those five Wounds on Jesus smitten,Mother, in my heart be written,Deep as in thine own they be.12.Thou, my Savior's Cross who bearest,Thou, Thy Son's rebuke who sharest,Let me share them both with thee.13.In the Passion of my MakerBe my sinful soul partaker,Weep till death, and weep with thee.14.Mine with thee be that sad station,There to watch the great Salvation,Wrought upon th'atoning Tree.15.Virgin, thou of virgins fairest,May the bitter woe thou sharestMake on me impression deep.16.Thus Christ's dying may I carry,With Him in His passion tarry,And His wounds in mem'ry keep.17.May His wounds transfix me wholly,May His Cross and Life Blood holyEmbriate my heart and mind.18.Thus inflamed with pure affection,In the Virgin's Son protectionMay I at the judgment find.19.When in death my limbs are failing,Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailingLift me, Jesus, to Thy throne.20.To my parting soul be givenEntrance through the gate of Heaven,There confess me for Thine own.AmenPage 33Page 34No. 24LENT AND PASSIONTIDEI see my Jesus crucifiedNicola A. MontaniDevoto1.I see my Jesus crucified,His wounded Hands and Feet and Side,His sacred Flesh all rent and torn,His bloody crown of sharpest thorn.2.Those cruel nails, I drove them in,Each time I pierced Him with my sinThat crown of thorns 'twas I who wove,When I despised His gracious love.3.Then to those Feet I'll venture near,And wash them with a contrite tear,And ev'ry bleeding wound I see,I'll think He bore them all for me.4.Deep graven on my sinful heart,Oh, never may that form depart,That with me always may abideThe thought of Jesus crucified.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 35No. 25LENT AND PASSIONTIDEO'erwhelmed in depths of woeSaevo dolorum turbineTr. Rev. E. CaswallNicola A. MontaniModerato1.O'erwhelmed in depths of woe,Upon the Tree of scornHangs the Redeemer of mankind,With racking anguish torn.2.See! How the nails those HandsAnd Feet so tender rend;See! Down His Face, and Neck, and Breast,His sacred Blood descend.3.Hark! With what awful cry,His Spirit takes its flight;That cry, it smote His Mother's heartAnd wrapt her soul in night.4.Come, fall before His Cross,Who shed for us His blood;Who dies, the victim of pure love,To make us Sons of God.5.Jesu! All praise to Thee,Our joy and endless rest;Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here,Our Crown amid the blest.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 36No. 26PALM SUNDAYAll glory, laud and honorFrom the Latin of St.Theodulph by Dr. J. M. NealeM. HaydnMaestoso con spirito1.All glory, laud, and honorTo Thee Redeemer, King,To Whom the lips of childrenMade sweet hosannas ring.RefrainAll glory, laud, and honor,To Thee Redeemer, King,To Whom the lips of childrenMade sweet hosannas ring.2.Thou art the King of Israel,Thou David's royal Son,Who in the Lord's name comestThe King and blessed One.3.The company of angelsAre praising Thee on high,And mortal men and all thingsCreated make reply.4.The people of the HebrewsWith palms before them went;To praise and pray'r and anthemsBefore Thee we present.5.To Thee before Thy PassionThey sang their hymn of praise;To Thee now high exaltedOur melody we raise.6.Thou didst accept their praises,Accept the pray'rs we bring,Who in all good delightest,Thou good and gracious King.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 37Page 38No. 27EASTERTIDEJesus Christ is risen todayProcessionalSurrexit Christus hodieTranslated by the Rev. J. O'ConnorNicola A. MontaniJoyously1.Jesus Christ is ris'n today!    (Solo)Alleluia!                       (Chorus)Sinners, wipe your tears away!  (Solo)Alleluia!                       (Chorus)He Whose death upon the Cross   (Solo)Alleluia!                       (Chorus)Saveth us from endless loss.    (Solo)Alleluia!                       (Chorus)2.See the holy women come,Alleluia!Bearing spices to the tomb;Alleluia!Hear the white-clad Angel's voiceAlleluia!Bid the universe rejoice!Alleluia!3.Go! Tell all his brethren dear,Alleluia!"He is ris'n, He is not here!Alleluia!Seek Him not among the dead;Alleluia!He has risen as He said."Alleluia!4.Glory, Jesus, be to Thee!Alleluia!Thine own might hath set Thee free.Alleluia!Come, for primal joy restored,Alleluia!Let us bless our Pascal Lord!Alleluia!Copyright 1920 by N.A.M.Page 39Page 40No. 28EASTERTIDE"Ye Sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 1)O Filii et FiliaeProcessionalJean Tisserand (1494)Tr. Rev. E. CaswallTraditional Melody from"Airs sur les Hymnes sacres, Odes et Noels," (Paris 1623)MaestosoAlleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!1.Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!The King of glory, King adored,This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!2.All in the early morning greyWent holy women on their way,To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!3.Of spices pure a precious storeIn their pure hands those women bore,To anoint the Sacred Body o'er. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!4.Then straightway One in white they see,Who saith, "Ye seek the Lord; but HeIs ris'n, and gone to Galilee." Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!5.This told they Peter, told they John,Who forthwith to the tomb are gone;But Peter is by John outrun. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!6.That selfsame night, while out of fearThe doors were shut, their Lord most dearTo His Apostles did appear. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!7.But Thomas when of this He heard,Was doubtful of his brethren's word;Wherefore again there comes the Lord. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!8."Thomas, behold My Side" saith He;"My Hands, My Feet, My Body see,And doubt not, but believe in Me." Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!9.When Thomas saw that wounded Side,The truth no longer he denied;"Thou art my Lord and God," he cried. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!10.Oh, blest are they who have not seenTheir Lord, and yet believe in Him:Eternal life awaiteth them. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!11.Now let us praise the Lord most high,And strive His Name to magnifyOn this great day through earth and sky: Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!12.Whose mercy ever runneth o'er,Whom men and Angel Hosts adore,To Him be glory ever more. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 41Page 42Page 43No. 29EASTERTIDE"Ye sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 2)O Filii et FiliaeJean Tisserand (died 1494)Tr. Rev. E. CaswallMelody taken from the Gloria of the Magnificat terii toniby Giovanni Pierluigi da PalestrinaAlleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!1.Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!The King of glory, King adored,This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!2.All in the early morning greyWent holy women on their way,To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!Note: Additional stanzas given in previous hymn (28).Page 44No. 30EASTERTIDENow at the Lamb's royal feastAd regias Agni dapesTr. Rev. E. CaswallNicola. A. MontaniAllegro moderato1.Now at the Lamb's royal feast,In robes of saintly white, we sing,Thro' the Red Sea in safety broughtBy Jesus our immortal King.O depth of love! For us He drainsThe chalice of His agony;For us a Victim on the CrossHe meekly lays Him down to die.2.And as th'avenging Angel pass'dOf old the blood be-sprinkled door;As the cleft sea a passage gave,Then closed to whelm th'Egyptians o're;So Christ, our Paschal Sacrifice,Has brought us safe all perils thro',While for unleavened bread He asks,But heart sincere and purpose true.3.Hail, purest Victim Heav'n could findThe pow'rs of Hell to overthrow!Who didst the bonds of Death unbindWho dost the prize of Life bestow.Hail, victor Christ! Hail, risen King!To Thee alone belongs the crown;Who has at the heav'nly gates unbarred,And cast the Prince of darkness down.4.O Jesus! From the death of sinKeep us, we pray; so shalt Thou beThe everlasting Paschal joyOf all the souls newborn in Thee;To God the Father, with the SonWho from the grave immortal rose,And Thee, O Paraclete be praise,While age on endless ages flows.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 45Page 46No. 31EASTERTIDEChrist the Lord is risen todayVictimae Paschali LaudesTranslated by Miss LeesonNicola A. MontaniAllegro Modto1.Christ the Lord is ris'n today;Christians, haste your vows to pay;Offer ye your praises meetAt the Paschal Victim's feet;For the sheep the Lamb hath bled,Sinless in the sinner's stead,Christ the Lord is ris'n on high;Now He lives, no more to die.2.Christ the Victim undefiled,Man to God hath reconciled,When in strange and awful strifeMet together death and life;Christians, on this happy dayHaste with joy your vows to pay;Christ the Lord is ris'n on high;Now He lives, no more to die.3.Say, O wond'ring Mary, sayWhat thou sawest on the way,"I beheld, where Christ had lain,Empty tomb and angels twain,I beheld the glory brightOf the rising Lord of light;Christ my hope is ris'n again;Now He lives, and lives to reign."4.Christ, Who once for sinners bled,Now the first-born from the dead,Thron'd in endless might and pow'r,Lives and reigns forever more.Hail, eternal hope on high!Hail, Thou King of victory!Hail, Thou Prince of life ador'd!Help and save us, gracious Lord!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 47Page 48No. 32ASCENSIONLift up, ye princes of the skyPs. xxiiiTranslated by Father Aylward from a Slovak HymnalArr. By N. A. M.With animation1.Lift up, ye princes of the sky,Lift up your portals, lift them high;And you, ye everlasting gates,Back on your golden hinges fly;For lo, the King of glory waitsTo enter in victoriously.Who is the King of glory?Tell, O ye who sing His praise so well.2.The Lord of strength and matchless might,The Lord all-conquering in the fight,List, lift your portals, lift them high,Ye princes of the conquered sky;And you, ye everlasting gates,Back on your golden hinges fly;For lo, the King of glory waits,The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.Copyright 1920 by N. A. MPage 49Page 50No. 33ASCENSIONO Thou pure light of souls that loveSalutis humanae SatorTranslated by Father Caswall from a Slovak HymnalArr. By N. A. M.Moderato assai1.O Thou pure light of souls that love,True joy of ev'ry human breast,Sower of life's immortal seed,Our Maker, and Redeemer blest!2.What wonderous pity Thee o'ercameTo make our guilty load Thine own,And sinless suffer death and shame,For our transgressions to atone!3.Thou, bursting Hades open wide,Didst all the captive souls unchain;And thence to Thy dread Father's sideWith glorious pomp ascend again.4.O still may pity Thee compelTo heal the wounds of which we die;And take me in Thy light to dwell,Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh.5.Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal;Be thou our pathway to the skies;Our joy when sorrow fills our soul;In death our everlasting prize.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 51No. 34PENTECOSTHoly Spirit, Lord of LightProcessionalTr. Rev. E. CaswallS. Webbe (1740-1816)Marcato1.Holy Spirit, Lord of Light,From the clear celestial height,Thy pure beaming radiance give.Come, Thou Father of the poor,Come with treasures which endure;Come Thou light of all that live.2.Thou, of all consolers best,Thou, the soul's delightsome guest,Dost refreshing peace bestow;Thou in toil art comfort sweet;Pleasant coolness in the heat;Solace in the midst of woe.3.Light immortal, Light divine,Visit thou these hearts of Thine,And our inmost being fill;If Thou take Thy grace away,Nothing pure in man will stay;All his good is turned to ill.4.Thou, on those who evermoreThee confess and Thee adore,In thy sev'nfold gifts descend;Give them comfort when they die;Give them life with Thee on high;Give them joys that never end.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 52No. 35PENTECOSTCome Holy Ghost, Creator ComeVeni Creator SpiritusTranslated by DrydenW. A. MozartArr. from the figured bass by N. A. M.Melody "O Gottes Lamm" Koch. Verz. No. 343Moderato1.Come, Holy Ghost, Creator comeFrom Thy bright heav'nly throne,Come, take possession of our souls,And make them all Thy own.Thou Who art called the Paraclete,Best gift of God above,The living spring, the living fire,Sweet unction and true love.2.Thou who are sev'nfold in Thy grace,Finger of God's right hand;His promise teaching little onesTo speak and understand.O, guide our minds with Thy bless'd lightWith love our hearts inflame;And with Thy strength, which ne'er decays,Confirm our mortal frame.3.Through Thee may we the Father know,Thro' Thee th'Eternal Son,And Thee, the Spirit of the both,Thrice blessed Three in One.All Glory to the Father be,With His coequal Son;The same to Thee, great Paraclete,While endless ages run.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 53Page 54No. 36PENTECOSTO Come, Creator Spirit! ComeVeni Creator SpiritusTranslated by Father FaberK. KurpinskiLento1.O come Creator Spirit come,Vouchsafe to make our minds Thy homeAnd with Thy heav'nly grace fulfilThe hearts Thou madest at Thy will.2.Thou that are named the Paraclete,The Gift of God, His Spirit sweet;The living Fountain, Fire, and Love,And gracious Unction from above.3.The sev'nfold grace Thou dost expand,O Finger of the Father's Hand;True promise of the Father, richIn gifts of tongues and various speech.4.To God the Father let us raiseAnd to His only Son, our praise,Praise to the Holy Spirit beNow, and for all eternity.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 55No. 37PENTECOSTSpirit of Grace and UnionQui procedis ab utroqueAdam of St. VictorNicola A. MontaniModerato1.Spirit of grace and Union!Who from the Father and the SonDost equally proceed.Inflame our hearts with holy fireOur lips with eloquence inspire,And strengthen us in need.2.The Father and the Son through TheeAre linked in perfect unityAnd everlasting love;Ineffably Thou dost pervadeAll nature; and Thyself unsway'dThe whole creation move.3.O inexhaustive Fount of light!How doth Thy radiance put to flightThe darkness of the mind!The pure are only pure through Thee;Thou only dost the guilty free,And cheer with light the blind.4.Lord of all sanctity and might!Immense, immortal, infinite!The life of earth and Heav'n!Be, through eternal length of days,All honor, glory, blessing, praise,And adoration giv'n!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 56Page 57No. 38THE HOLY TRINITYO God of lovelinessO bello Dio, Signor del ParadisoTranslated by Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R.Traditional Melody "Schonster Herr Jesu"Pilgrims' Song dating from the time of the Crusades.Adapted by N. A. M.Andante Maestoso1.O God of loveliness, O Lord of Heav'n aboveHow worthy to posses My heart's devoted love!So sweet Thy Countenance, So gracious to behold,That one, one only glance To me were bliss untold.2.Thou art blest Three in One, Yet undivided still;Thou art that One alone Whose love my heart can fill.The heav'ns and earth below, Were fashioned by Thy Word;How amiable art Thou, My ever dearest Lord!3.To think Thou art my God, O thought forever blest!My heart has overflowed With joy within my breast.My soul so full of bliss Is plunged as in a sea,Deep in the sweet abyss of holy charity.4.O loveliness supreme, And Beauty infinite;O everflowing Stream, And Ocean of delight;O life by which I live, My truest life above,To Thee alone I give My undivided love.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 58Page 59No. 39THE HOLY TRINITYHoly God, we praise Thy NameTe Deum LaudamusTranslated by Rev. Clarence Walworth  (1820-1900)Melody from the "Katholisches Gesangbuch"  (1775)Maestoso1.Holy God, we praise Thy Name,Lord of all, we bow before Thee;All on earth Thy sceptre claim;All in heav'n above adore Thee,Infinite Thy vast domain,Everlasting is Thy reign,2.Hark! The loud celestial hymn,Angel choirs above are raising!Cherubim and SeraphimIn unceasing chorus praising;Fill the Heav'ns with sweet accord;Holy, holy, holy Lord!3.Holy Father, Holy Son,Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee,While in essence only One,Undivided God we claim Thee;And adoring bend the knee,While we own the mystery.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 60No. 40THE HOLY TRINITYFull of Glory, full of wondersProcessionalFather FaberNicola A. MontaniAllegro moderato1.Full of glory, full of wonders,Majesty Divine'Mid Thine everlasting thundersHow Thy lightnings shine!Shoreless Ocean! Who shall sound Thee?Thine own eternity is round Thee,Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine!2.Timeless, spaceless, single, lonely,Yet sublimely Three,Thou art grandly, always, onlyGod in Unity!Lone in grandeur, lone in glory,Who shall tell thy wonderous story,Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity?3.Splendors upon splendors beamingChange and intertwine!Glories over glories streamingAll translucent shine!Blessings, praises, adorationsGreet Thee from the trembling nationsMajesty Divine, Majesty Divine!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 61No. 41OUR BLESSED LORDI need Thee, Precious Jesus(Communion Hymn)For additional Communion Hymns see NOS. 44, 47, 49, 51, 53, 54, 122.From a Slovak hymnArr. by N. A. M.With devotion1.I need Thee, precious JesusI need a friend like Thee;A friend to soothe and sympathize,A friend to care for me.I need Thy Heart, sweet Jesus,To feel each anxious care;I long to tell my ev'ry want,And all my sorrows share.2.I need Thy Blood, sweet Jesus,To wash each sinful stain;To cleanse this sinful soul of mine,And make it pure again.I need Thy Wounds, sweet Jesus,To fly from perils near,To shelter in these hallowed clefts,From ev'ry doubt and fear.3.I need Thee, sweetest Jesus,In Thy Sacrament of Love;To nourish this poor soul of mine,With treasures of Thy Love.I'll need Thee, sweetest Jesus,When death's dread hour draws nigh,To hide me in Thy Sacred Heart,Till wafted safe on high.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 62Page 63No. 42OUR BLESSED LORDWhen morning gilds the skies(May Jesus Christ be praised)ProcessionalTranslated by Father CaswallTraditional Melody (1678)Moderato1.When morning gilds the skies,  (Solo Voices ad lib)My heart awaking cries:May Christ be praised!         (Chorus)Alike at work and prayer:      (Solo Voices)To Jesus I repair:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!         (Chorus)2.The sacred minster bell,It peals o'er hill and dell:May Christ be praised!Oh! Hark to what it sings:As joyously it rings:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!3.To Thee, my God above,I cry with glowing love:May Christ be praised!The fairest graces springIn hearts the ever sing:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!4.To God the Word on high,The host of angels cry:May Christ be praised!May mortals, to upraiseTheir voice in hymn of praise:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!5.Let earth's wide circle roundIn joyful notes resound:May Christ be praised!Let air and sea and sky,From depths to heights reply:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!6.Be this, while life is mine,My canticle divine:May Christ be praised!Be this th'eternal song,Through all the ages on:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 64Page 65No. 43OUR BLESSED LORDCrown Him with many CrownsProcessionalMatthew BridgesNicola A. MontaniWith expression1.Crown Him with many crowns,The Lamb upon the throne;Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drownsAll music but its own;Awake, my soul and singOf Him who dies for thee,And hail Him as thy matchless KingThro' all eternity.2.Crown Him the Virgin's Son,The God Incarnate born;Whose arm those crimson trophies won,Which now His brow adorn!Fruit of the Mystic Rose,As of the Rose the Stem;The Root whence Mercy ever flows,The Babe of Bethlehem.3.Crown Him the Lord of Love:Behold His hands and side,Rich Wounds, yet visible aboveIn beauty glorified:No Angel in the skyCan fully bear that sight,But downward bends his burning eyeAt mysteries so bright.4.Crown Him the Lord of peace,Whose pow'r a sceptre swaysFrom pole to pole, that wars may cease,Absorbed in pray'r and praise:His reign shall know no end,And round His pier-ced FeetFair flow'rs of Paradise extendTheir fragrance ever sweet.5.Crown Him the Lord of heaven,One with the Father known,And the blest Spirit through Him giv'nFrom yonder Triune throne:All hail, Redeemer, hail!For Thou hast died for me;Thy praise shall never, never failThro'out eternity.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 66Page 67No. 44OUR BLESSED LORDJesus, Lord, be Thou mine ownMondo, piu, per me non seiCommunion HymnSt. AlphonsusDon Lorenzo PerosiTr. Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R.Moderato1.Jesus Lord, be Thou mine own;Thee I long for, Thee alone;All myself, I give to Thee;Do whate'er Thou wilt with me.2.Life without Thy love would beDeath, O Sovereign Good, to me;Bound and held by Thy dear chainsCaptive now my heart remains.3.Thou, O God, my heart inflame,Give that love which Thou dost claim;Payment I will ask for none;Love demands but love alone.4.God of beauty, Lord of Light,Thy good will is my delight;Now henceforth Thy will divineEver shall in all be mine.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 68No. 45OUR BLESSED LORDLoving Shepherd of Thy SheepThe Good ShepherdProcessionalPastor AmansMiss J. E. Leeson   (1807-1882)Adaptation of a Litany Melody from Catholic Hymntunes(Publ. 1819; J.M.Capes)Moderato1.Loving Shepherd of Thy sheepKeep me, Lord in safety keep;Nothing can Thy pow'r withstand,None can pluck me from Thy Hand.Loving Shepherd, Thou didst giveThine own life that I might live;May I love Thee day by day,Gladly Thy sweet Will obey.2.Loving Shepherd, ever near,Teach me still Thy voice to hear;Suffer not my step to strayFrom the strait and narrow way.Where Thou leadest may I go,Walking in Thy steps below;Then before Thy Father's throne,Jesus, claim me for Thine own.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 69Page 70No. 46THE BLESSED SACRAMENTThe Very Angels' BreadPanis AngelicusTr. by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D.P. MeurersSlowly1.The very Angels' BreadDoth food to men afford;The types have vanished,Remains the Truth adored:O wonderous mysteryTheir banquet is the LordThe poor and lowly, bond and free.2.O God forever blest,O Three in One, we pray:Visit the longing breastEnter this house of clay,And lead us through the NightUnto the perfect DayWhere dwellest Thou in endless light.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 71No. 47THE BLESSED SACRAMENTSoul of my SaviourAnima ChristiL. DobiciSlowly: with devotion1.Soul of my Savior sanctify my breast,Body of Christ, be Thou my saving guest;Blood of my Saviour bathe me in Thy Tide;Wash me, ye waters gushing from His Side.2.Strength and protection may His Passion be,O blessed Jesus, hear and answer me;Deep in Thy Wounds, Lord, hide and shelter me;So shall I never, never part from Thee.3.Guard and defend me from the foe malign;In death's drear moments make me only Thine;Call me and bid me come to Thee on high,Where I may praise Thee with Thy Saints for aye.Page 72No. 48THE BLESSED SACRAMENTThee prostrate I adore(Adoro Te devote)St. Thomas AquinasTranslated by Father Aylward, O. P.Nicola A. MontaniModerato devoto1.Thee prostrate I adore, The Deity that liesBeneath these humble veils, Concealed from human eyes;My heart doth wholly yield, Subjected to Thy sway,For contemplating Thee it wholly faints away.ChorusHail, Jesus, hail; do Thou, Good Shepherd of the sheep,Increase in all true hearts the faith they fondly keep.2.The sight, the touch, the taste, In Thee are here deceived;But by the ear alone this truth is safe believed;I hold whate'er the Son of God hath said to me;Than this blest word of truth no word can truer be,3.I see not with mine eyes, Thy Wounds, as Thomas saw;Yet own Thee for my God with equal love and awe;Oh grant me, that my faith may ever firmer be,That all my hope and love may still repose in Thee.4.Memorial sweet, that shows the death of my dear Lord;Thou living bread, that life dost unto man afford;Oh grant, that this my soul may ever live on Thee,That Thou mayst evermore its only sweetness be.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 73Page 74No. 49THE BLESSED SACRAMENTJesus, gentlest SaviourThanksgiving after CommunionFor additional Communion Hymns See Nos. 41, 44, 51, 54, 128 to 131.Father FaberNicola A. MontaniAndante semplice1.Jesus, gentlest Saviour!God of might and pow'r!Thou Thyself art dwellingIn us at this hour.Nature cannot hold Thee,Heav'ns is all too straitFor Thine endless gloryAnd Thy royal state.2.Out beyond the shiningOf the furthest star,Thou art ever stretchingInfinitely far.Yet the hearts of childrenHold what words cannot,And the God of wondersLoves the lowly spot.3.Oh, how can we thank TheeFor a gift like this,Gift that truly makethHeav'ns eternal bliss!Ah! When wilt Thou alwaysMake our hearts Thy home?We must wait for heavenThen the day will come.4.Now at least we'll keep TheeAll the time we may;But Thy grace and blessingWe will keep alway.When our hearts Thou leavestWorthless tho' they be,Give them to Thy MotherTo be kept for Thee.Page 75No. 50THE BLESSED SACRAMENTThe Word, descending from aboveVerbum supernum prodiensSt. Thomas AquinasTranslated by the Rev. E. CaswallNicola A. MontaniNon troppo lento1.The Word descending from above,Though with the Father still on high,Went forth upon His work of love;And soon to life's last eve drew nigh.2.He shortly to a death accursedBy a disciple shall be giv'n;But, to His twelve disciples, firstHe gives Himself, the Bread of Heav'n.3.Himself in either kind He gave;He gave His Flesh, He gave His Blood;Of flesh and blood all men are made;And He of man would be the Food.4.At birth our brother He became;At meat Himself as food He gives;To ransom us He died in shame;As our reward, in bliss He lives.5.O saving victim open wideThe gate of Heav'n to man below!Sore press our foes from ev'ry side;Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow.6.To Thy great Name be endless praise,Immortal Godhead, One in Three!Oh, grant us endless length of days,In out true native land, with Thee.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 76No. 51THE BLESSED SACRAMENTHail to Thee! true BodyAve Verum CorpusJ. F. KlossTranslated by Father CaswallArr. by N. A. M.Con animaHail to Thee, true Body sprungFrom the Virgin Mary's womb!The same that on the Cross was hung,And bore for man the bitter doom!Thou, Whose Side was pierc'd and flow'dBoth with water and with blood;Suffer us to taste of Thee,In our life's last agony.Son of Mary, Jesus blest!Sweetest, gentlest, holiest!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 77Page 78No. 52THE BLESSED SACRAMENTSing, my tongue, the Saviour's gloryPange Lingua gloriosiTr. Rev. E. CaswallM. Haydn1.Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,Of His Flesh the myst'ry sing;Of the Blood all price exceedingShed by our immortal King,Destined, for the world's redemption,From a noble womb to spring,2.Of a pure and spotless VirginBorn for us on earth below,He, as Man, with man conversing,Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;Then He closed in solemn orderWonderously His Life of Woe.3.On the night of that Last Supper,Seated with His chosen band,He the Paschal victim eating,First fulfills the law's command;Then, as Food to His ApostlesGives Himself with His own Hand.4.Word made Flesh, the bread of natureBy His word to Flesh He turns;Wine into His Blood He changes:What through sense no change discerns?Only be the heart in earnest,Faith her lesson quickly learns.Tantum ergo Sacramentum5.Down in adoration falling,Lo! The sacred Host we hail;Lo! O'er ancient forms departing,Newer rites of grace prevail;Faith for all defects supplying,Where the feeble senses fail.6.To the Everlasting Father,And the Son Who reigns on high,With the Holy Ghost proceedingForth from Each eternally,Be salvation, honor, blessing,Might, and endless majesty. Amen.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 79Page 80No. 53THE BLESSED SACRAMENTJesus, my Lord, my God, my AllFather FaberNicola A. MontaniSlowly1.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?RefrainSweet Sacrament! We Thee adore!Oh, make us love Thee more and more.   (Repeat refrain ad lib)2.Had I but Mary's sinless heartTo love Thee with my dearest King!Oh, with what bursts of fervent praiseThy goodness, Jesus! Would I sing!3.Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead all!O mystery of love divine!I cannot compass all I have,For all Thou hast and art are mine.4.Sound, sound His praises higher still,And come, ye angels, to our aid;'Tis God! 'tis God! The very God,Whose pow'r both man and angels made!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 81Page 82No. 54THE BLESSED SACRAMENTJesus, Food of AngelsCommunion HymnPartendo dal MondoTranslated by Father E. Vaughan, C. S. S. R.Ch. GounodArr. by N. A. M.Andante Religioso1.Jesus, food of angels,Monarch of the heart;Oh, that I could neverFrom Thy Face depart!Yes, Thou ever dwellestHere for love of me,Hidden Thou remainest,God of Majesty.2.Soon I hope to see Thee,And enjoy Thy love,Face to face, sweet Jesus,In Thy heav'n above.But on earth an exileMy delight shall beEver to be near TheeVeiled for love of me.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 83No. 55THE BLESSED SACRAMENTO Jesus Christ, rememberGesu SacramentatoFather CaswallNicola A. MontaniWith devotion1.O Jesus Christ, remember,When Thou shalt come again,Upon the clouds of Heaven,With all Thy shining train;When ev'ry eye shall see TheeIn Deity revealed,Who now upon this altarIn silence art concealed;2.Remember then, O Saviour,I supplicate of Thee,That here I bowed before TheeUpon my bended knee;That here I owned Thy Presence,And did not Thee deny;And glorified Thy greatness,Though hid from human eye.3.Accept Divine Redeemer,The homage of my praise;Be Thou the light and honorAnd glory of my days;Be Thou my consolationWhen death is drawing nigh;Be Thou my only treasureThrough all eternity.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 84Page 85No. 56THE BLESSED SACRAMENTWondrous love that cannot falter(Hymn of the Association of Perpetual Adoration)Tr. Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. HenryCh. GounodArr. by N. A. M.Andante con espressione1.Wondrous love that cannot falter!Jesus in the Host doth dwellDay and night upon the AlterNear to those He loves so well.RefrainLow in endless worship bent,Praise the Blessed Sacrament.2.Angel hosts are hushed in wonderAnd adore with folded wings:For the lowly Species under,Hidden lies the King of Kings.3.Tho' the Heav'nly choir rejoicesPraise and sing His loving earSeeks the tribute of our voices:'Tis for us He waiteth here!4.All He hath in highest HeavenVeiled in the Host we see:And to us the care is givenOf His wondrous poverty.5.Bread of Angels! Who can measureAll it means? this daily foodAnd the daily granted treasureOf His sacrificial Blood?6.Bending low in adorationEver constant let us be,Making Jesus ReparationFor the worlds in constancy.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 86Page 87No. 57THE BLESSED SACRAMENTO Food to Pilgrims GivenO Esca Viatorum17th CenturyH. Isaak (1493)Translated by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D.Harmonized by J. S. BachSlowly1.O Food of pilgrims given,Bread of the hosts of HeavenThou Manna of the sky!Feed with the blessed sweetness,Of Thy divine completenessThe hearts that for Thee sigh.2.O Fountain ruby glowing,O stream of love outflowingFrom Jesus' pierc-ed Side!This thought alone shall bless usThis one desire possess us,To drink of Thy sweet tide.3.We love Thee, Jesu tenderWho hid'st Thine awful splendorBeneath these veils of grace:O let the veils be riven,And our clear eye in heavenBehold Thee face to face!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 88No. 58THE SACRED HEARTO Heart of Jesus, Heart of GodLady G. FullertonNicola. A. MontaniModerato1.O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God,O source of boundless love;By angels praised, by saints adoredFrom their bright throne above.The poorest, saddest heart on earth,May claim Thee for its own;O burning, throbbing Heart of Christ,Too late, too little known.2.The hearts of men are often hardAnd full of selfish care;But in the Sacred Heart we findA refuge from despair.To Thee, my Jesus, then I come,A poor and helpless child;And on Thine own words "Come to Me,"My only hope I build.3.The world is cold, and life is sad,I crave this blessed restOf those who lay their weary headsUpon Thy sacred Breast.For love is stronger far than death,And who can love like Thee,My Saviour, Whose appealing HeartBroke on the Cross for me?Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 89Page 90No. 59THE SACRED HEARTSacred Heart of Jesus, fount of loveFrom a Slovak HymnalArr. by N. A .M.Slowly1.Sacred Heart of Jesus, fount of love and mercy,Today we come Thy blessing to implore;Oh, touch our hearts, so cold and so ungrateful,And make them, Lord, Thine own forever more.RefrainSacred Heart of Jesus! We implore,Oh, makes us love Thee more and more.2.Sacred Heart of Jesus! Make us know and love Thee,Unfold to us the treasures of Thy grace,That so our hearts, from things of earth up lifted,May long alone to gaze upon Thy Face.3.Sacred Heart of Jesus! Make us pure and gentle,And teach us how to do Thy blessed will;To follow close the print of Thy dear footsteps,And when we fall Sacred Heart, oh, love us still.4.Sacred Heart of Jesus! Bless all hearts that love Thee,And Thine own Heart ever blessed be;Bless us, dear Lord, and bless the friends we cherish,And keep us true to Mary and to Thee.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 91Page 92No. 60THE SACRED HEARTJesus, Creator of the world(Auctor beate saeculi)Unison or two-part chorusTranslated by Father CaswallJ. d' HoogheAndantino1.Jesus, Creator of the world!Of all mankind Redeemed blest!True God of God! In Whom we seeThe Father's Image clear expressed.2.Thee, Saviour, love alone constrain'dTo make our mortal flesh Thine own;And as a second Adam come,For the first Adam to atone.3.That self same love that made the sky,Which made the sea, and stars, and earth,Took pity on our misery,And broke the bondage of our birth.4.O Jesu! In Thy Heart divineMay that same love forever glow,Forever mercy to mankind,From that exhaustless fountain flow.5.For this Thy Sacred Heart was pierced,And both with Blood and Water ran;To cleanse us from the stains of guilt,And be the hope of strength of man.6.To God the Father, and the Son,All praise, and pow'r, and glory be;With Thee, O holy Paraclete,Henceforth through a eternity.Page 93Page 94No. 61THE SACRED HEARTTo Jesus' Heart all burningAloys SchlorNicola A. MontaniSlowly1.To Jesus' Heart, all burningWith fervent love for men,My heart with fondest yearningShall raise its joyful strain.RefrainWhile ages course along,Blest be with the loudest songThe Sacred Heart of JesusBy ev'ry heart and tongue!2.Too true I have forsakenThy love by wilful sin;Yet now let me be takenBack by Thy grace again.3.As Thou art meek and lowly,And ever pure of heart,So may my heart be whollyOf Thine the counterpart,4.O that to me were givenThe pinions of a dove,I'd speed aloft to heaven,My Jesus' love to prove.5.When life away is flying,And earth's false glare is done;Still, Sacred heart, in dyingI'll say I'm all Thine own.Page 95Page 96No. 62THE SACRED HEARTHeart of Jesus! golden chaliceProcessionalBishop CasartelliCh. GounodArr. by N. A. M.Slowly with devotion1.Heart of Jesus! golden chaliceBrimming with the ruddy Wine,Trodden in the press of fury,Purest juice of truest vine,From the Vineyards of Engeddi,Quench this thirsty heart of mine.2.Heart of Jesus! Comb of honeyFrom the cleft of Calvary's rock,Sweetness coming from the Strong One,Dripping from the green-wood stock;Famishing of death is on us:Feed, oh, feed Thy hungry flock!3.Heart of Jesus! Rose of SharonGlist'ning with the dew of tears,All among the thorny pricklesLo! Thy blood-stained Head appears!Spread Thy fragrance all around us,Sweetly lulling all our fears!4.Heart of Jesus! broken VialFull of precious spikenard!Alabaster vase of ointment!See, our souls are sore and hard:Let Thy healing virtue touch them,And from sin's corruption guards!Page 97No. 63THE SACRED HEARTTo Christ, the Prince of PeaceSummi Panentis filioProcessionalTr. Rev. E. CaswallNicola A. MontaniWith Spirit1.To Christ, the Prince of Peace,And Son of God most high,The Father of the world to come,Sing we with holy joy.Deep in His heart for usThe wound of love He bore;That love, wherewith He still inflamesThe hearts that Him adore.2.O Jesus! Victim blest!What else but love divine,Could Thee constrain to open thusThat Sacred Heat of Thine?O Fount of endless life!O Spring of water clear!O Flame celestial cleansing allWho unto Thee draws near.3.Hide me in Thy dear Heart,For thither do I fly;There seek Thy grace thro' life,In death Thine immortality.Praise to the Father be,And sole begotten Son,Praise, Holy Paraclete, to TheeWhile endless ages run.Page 98No. 64THE SACRED HEARTO Heart of Jesus, purest Heart(Cor Jesu, Cor purissimum)Translated by Father M. Russell, S. J.Traditional MelodyCon anima1.O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart,A Shrine of holiness Thou art;Cleanse Thou, my heart, so sordid cold,And stained by sins so manifold.2.Take from me, Lord, this tepid will,Which doth Thy Heart with loathing fill;And then infuse a spirit new,A fervent spirit, deep and true.3.Most humble Heart of all that beat,Heart full of goodness, meek and sweet,Give me a heart more like to Thine,And light the flame of love in mine.4.But, ah, were e'en my heart on fireWith all the seraphim's desire,Till love a conflagration proved,Not yet wouldst Thou enough be loved.Page 99No. 65THE SACRED HEARTO dearest Love divineRt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D.Nicola A. MontaniAndante devoto1.O dearest love divine,My heart to Thee I give,Exchanging it for Thine,That Thou in me may'st live.Most loving and most meek,Hearts only dost Thou seek:O may my heart but proveA love like Thine, sweet Love!2.Who can requite the loveShown in the wondrous plan,Whereby the God aboveFor me became a Man?Thou say'st "Give Me thy heart!"With it I freely partHoping that it may proveA love like Thine, sweet Love!3.Thy heart is opened wideThat, freely ent'ring in,I may Thy guest abide,And new life begin.This doest Thou, to gainMy love, and e'er retain:O may my answer proveA love like Thine, sweet Love!4.Here in Thy Heart I findA haven of sweet rest,An ever-quite mind,A mansion of the Blest.Rock that was cleft for me,Behold, I fly to Thee,Like a world-weary dove,Home to its mated Love!Page 100No. 66THE SACRED HEARTSacred Heart! in accents burningSacred SongEleanor C. Donnelly (By permission)Ch. GounodAdapted and arr. by N. A. MontaniModerato1.Sacred Heart in accents burningPour we forth our love of Thee;Here our hopes and here our yearningsMeet and mingle tenderly.Heart of mercy ever eager,All our woes and wounds to heal!Heart, most patient, Heart most pure!To our souls, Thy depths reveal.RefrainSacred Heart of our Redeemer!Pierced with love on Calvary!Heart of Jesus ever loving,Make us burn with love of Thee!Praise to Thee! O Sacred Heart!2.Heart of bounty Thou art bringingAll Thy thirsting children here,Where the living waters springingTell of hope and comfort near.O Thou Source of ev'ry blessing!Sweetest, strongest, holiest, blest!Be our treasure here on earth,And in Heav'n be Thou our rest.Page 101Page 102No. 67THE SACRED HEARTAll ye who seek a comfort sure(Old Office of the Sacred Heart)Translated by Father CaswallNicola A. MontaniMaestoso1.All ye who seek a comfort sureIn trouble and distress,Whatever sorrow vex the mind,Or guilt the soul oppress:Jesus, who gave Himself for youUpon the Cross to die,Opens to you His sacred Heart;Oh, to that Heart draw nigh!2.Ye hear how kindly He invites;Ye hear His words so blest:"All ye that labor, come to Me,And I will give you rest."What meeker than the Saviour's Heart?As on the Cross He lay;It did His murderers forgive,And for their pardon pray.3.O Heart! Thou joy of Saints on high,Thou Hope of sinners here!Attracted by these loving words,To Thee I lift my pray'r.Wash Thou my wounds in that dear BloodWhich forth from Thee doth flow,New grace, new hope, inspire; a newAnd better heart bestow.Page 103Page 104No. 68THE SACRED HEARTA Message from the Sacred HeartFather M. RussellNicola A. MontaniAllegro Moderato1.A message from the Sacred Heart;What may its message be?"My Child, My Child, give Me thy heartMy Heart has bled for thee."This is the message Jesus sendsTo my poor heart today,And eager from His Throne He bendsTo hear what I shall say.2.A message to the Sacred Heart;Oh, bear it back with speed;"Come, Jesus, reign within my heartThy Heart is all I need."Thus, Lord, I'll pray until I shareThat home whose joy Thou art;No message, dearest Jesus, there,For heart will speak to heart.Page 105No. 69THE SACRED WOUNDSThere is an everlasting homeM. BridgesM. MattoniSlowly1.There is an everlasting homeWhere contrite souls may hide,Where death and danger dare not comeThe Saviour's side.2.It was cleft of matchless loveOpen'd when He had died:When mercy hailed in worlds aboveThat wounded Side.3.Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me,The grave of all my pride;Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee,Thy shelt'ring Side.4.There issued forth a double flood,The sin atoning tide,In streams of water and of bloodFrom that dear Side.5.There is the only fount of bliss,In joy and sorrow tried;No refuge for the heart like thisA Saviour's Side.6.Thither the Church, thro' all her daysPoints as a faithful guide;And celebrates with ceaseless praiseThat spear-pierced Side.7.There is the golden gate of heav'n,An entrance for the Bride,Where the sweet crown of life is giv'nThrough Jesus' Side.Page 106No. 70THE SACRED WOUNDSHail, Rock of Ages(From the Hymn "There is an everlasting home" No. 69)M. BridgesNicola A. MontaniModerato (alla breve)1.Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me,The grave of all my pride:Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee,Thy shelt'ring Side.2.There issued forth a double floodThe sin atoning tide,In streams of water and of bloodFrom that dear Side.3.There is the only fount of bliss,In joy and sorrow tried;No refuge for the heart like thisA Saviour's Side.4.There is the golden gate of heav'n,An entrance for the Bride,Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n,Through Jesus' Side.Page 107No. 71THE PRECIOUS BLOODHail, Jesus, hail!(Viva! Viva! Gesu)From the Italian by Father FaberNicola A. MontaniCon Spirito1.Hail, Jesus, hail! Who for my sakeSweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take,And shed it all for me;Oh, blessed by my Saviour's Blood,My life, my light, my only good,To all eternity,To all eternity.2.To endless ages let us praiseThe Precious Blood, whose price could raiseThe world from wrath and sin;Whose streams our inward thirst appease,And heal the sinner's worst disease,If he but bathe therein,If he but bathe therein.3.Oh, to be sprinkled from the wellsOf Christ's own Sacred Blood,Excels Earth's best and highest bliss:Oh ministers of wrath divineHurt not the happy hearts that shineWith those red drops of His,With those red drops of His.4.Ah! There is joy amid the saints,And hell's despairing courage faintsWhen this sweet song we raise:Oh louder then, and louder still,Earth with one mighty chorus fill,The Precious Blood to praise,The Precious Blood to praise.Page 108Page 109No. 72THE PRECIOUS BLOODGlory be to Jesus(Viva! Viva! Gesu)See also Hymn No. 18Tr. Rev. E. CaswallNicola A. MontaniAllegro modto1.Glory be to Jesus,Who in bitter painsPoured for me the life-bloodFrom His Sacred Veins.Grace and life eternalIn that Blood I find;Blest be His compassion,Infinitely kind!2.Blest thro' endless agesBe the precious stream,Which from endless tormentDoth the world redeem!There the fainting spiritDrinks of life her fill;There, as in a fountain,Laves herself at will.3.Abel's Blood for vengeancePleading to the skies;But the Blood of JesusFor our pardon cries.Oft  as it is sprinkledOn our guilty hearts,Satan in confusionTerror-struck departs.4.Oft as earth exultingWafts its praise on high,Hell with terror trembles,Heav'n is filled with joy.Lift ye, then, your voices,Swell the mighty flood;Louder still, and louderPraise the Precious Blood.Page 110No. 73THE BLESSED VIRGINHail, thou Star of ocean!Ave Maris StellaTranslated by Father CaswallM. TaddeiAndante religioso1.Hail, thou start of the ocean!Portal of the sky,Ever Virgin MotherOf the Lord most high!2.Oh! By Gabriel's Ave,Uttered long ago,Eva's name reversing,'Stablish peace below.3.Break the captive's fetters;Light on blindness pour;All our ills expelling,Ev'ry bliss implore.4.Show thyself a Mother;Offer Him our sighs,Who for us IncarnateDid not thee despise.5.Virgin of all Virgins!To thy shelter take us;Gentlest of the gentle!Chaste and gentle make us.6.Still as on we journey,Help our weak endeavor;Till with thee and JesusWe rejoice forever.7.Thro' the highest Heaven,To the Almighty Three,Father Son, Holy Spirit,One same glory be.Page 111No. 74THE BLESSED VIRGINAve Maria! O Maiden, O MotherStar of the SeaSister M.From a Slovak HymnalArr. by N. A. M.Slowly: with expression1.Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother,Fondly thy children are calling on thee,Thine are the graces unclaimed by another,Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!RefrainMater Amabilis, ora pro nobis!Pray for thy children who call upon thee;Ave Sanctissima! Ave purissima!Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!2.Ave Maria! The night shades are falling,Softly our voices arise unto thee,Earth's lonely exiles for succor are calling,Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!3.Ave Maria! Thy children are kneeling,Words of endearment are murmured to thee;Softly thy spirit upon us is stealingSinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!4.Ave Maria! Thou portal of Heaven,Harbor of refuge, to thee we do flee:Lost in the darkness, by stormy winds driven,Shine on our pathway, fair Star of the Sea!Page 112Page 113No. 75THE BLESSED VIRGINDaily, daily sing to Mary (A)Omni die dic MariaeSt. CasimirTranslated by Father BittlestoneTraditional MelodyArr. by N. A. M.With spirit1.Daily, daily sing of Mary,Sing, my soul, her praises due;All her feats, her actions worshipWith the hearts devotion true.Lost in wond'ring contemplation,Be her majesty confest!Call her Mother, call her Virgin,Happy Mother, Virgin blest!2.She is mighty to deliver;Call her, trust her lovingly:When the tempest rages round thee,She will calm the troubled sea.Gifts of Heaven she has givenNoble lady! To our race:She, the Queen, who decks her subjectsWith the light of God's own grace.3.Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies,Who for us our Maker bore;For the curse of old inflicted,Peace and blessing to restore.Sing the songs of praise unendingSing the world's majestic Queen.Weary not nor faint in tellingAll the gifts she gives to men.4.All my senses, heart, affections,Strive to sound her glory forth:Spread abroad the sweet memorialsOf the Virgin's priceless worth:Where the voice of music thrilling,Where the tongue of eloquence,That can utter hymns beseemingAll her matchless excellence?Page 114Page 115No. 76THE BLESSED VIRGINDaily, daily sing to Mary (B)St. CasimirProcessionalFather BittlestoneNicola. A. MontaniAllegre modto1.Daily, daily sing of Mary,Sing, my soul, her praises due;All her feats, her actions worshipWith the hearts devotion true.Lost in wond'ring contemplation,Be her majesty confest!Call her Mother, call her Virgin,Happy Mother, Virgin blest!Call her Mother, call her Virgin,Happy Mother, Virgin blest!2.She is mighty to deliver;Call her, trust her lovingly:When the tempest rages round thee,She will calm the troubled sea.Gifts of Heaven she has givenNoble lady! To our race:She, the Queen, who decks her subjectsWith the light of God's own grace.She, the Queen, who decks her subjectsWith the light of God's own grace.3.Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies,Who for us our Maker bore;For the curse of old inflicted,Peace and blessing to restore.Sing the songs of praise unendingSing the world's majestic Queen.Weary not nor faint in tellingAll the gifts she gives to men.Weary not nor faint in tellingAll the gifts she gives to men.4.All my senses, heart, affections,Strive to sound her glory forth:Spread abroad the sweet memorialsOf the Virgin's priceless worth:Where the voice of music thrilling,Where the tongue of eloquence,That can utter hymns beseemingAll her matchless excellence?That can utter hymns beseemingAll her matchless excellence?Page 116Page 117No.  77THE BLESSED VIRGINMother of MercyMater MisericordiaeFather FaberS. M. YennAndante religioso1.Mother of mercy, day by day,My love of thee grows more and more;Thy gifts are strewn upon my wayLike sands upon the great seashore.Thy gifts are strewn upon my wayLike sands upon the great seashore.2.Though poverty and work and woeThe masters of my life may be,When times are worst who does not knowDarkness is light with love of thee?When times are worst who does not knowDarkness is light with love of thee?3.But scornful men have coldly saidThy love was leading me from God;And yet in this I did but treadThe very path my Saviour trod.And yet in this I did but treadThe very path my Saviour trod.4.They know but little of Thy worthWho speak the heartless words to me,For what did Jesus love on earthOne half so tenderly as thee?For what did Jesus love on earthOne half so tenderly as thee?Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 118Page 119No. 78THE BLESSED VIRGINHail, all hail, great Queen of Heaven!Our Lady of LourdesProcessional(The melody of Hymn No. 76 "Daily, Daily" may be used with this text, withrepetition of the last two lines of the refrain.)Traditional Melody (1750) "Pone luctum"With spirit1.Hail! all hail, great Queen of Heaven!Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes,'Neath whose care our weary exileIs from countless ills secured!RefrainThen let men and Angels praise theeFor each blessing thou'st procured,While in gladsome strains we're singing,Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes!2.Blest be thou above all others,Mary, mistress of the spheres,Star of hope, serenely beamingThro' this darksome vale of tears.3.Happy angels joy to own thee,O'er their choirs exalted high,Thron'd in blissful light and beauty,Empress of the starry sky.4.As the fount is still unsealingIts pure treasure softly fair,May each drop be fraught with healing,Dearest Mother, at thy pray'r.Note: For Congregational singing it is suggested that the hymn betransposed a full tone lower.Page 120Page 121No. 79THE BLESSED VIRGINO purest of creaturesThe Immaculate ConceptionFather FaberNicola A. MontaniSlowly1.O purest of the creatures! Sweet Mother, sweet maid!The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid!Dark night hath come down on us Mother! And weLook out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!2.Deep night hath come down on this rough-spoken world,And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurl'd:And the tempest-tost Church all her eyes are on Thee,They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!3.The Church doth what God had first taught her to do;He looked o'er the world to find hearts that were true;Thro' the ages He looked, and He found none but thee,And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!4.He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fair;For the empire of sin it had never been there;None had ever owned thee, dear Mother, but He,And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!Page 122Page 123

No. 20LENT AND PASSIONTIDEBy the blood that flowed from TheeLitany of the PassionC. M. CaddellNicola. A. MontaniLento ma non troppo1.By the blood that flowed from TheeIn Thy bitter agony;By the scourge so meekly borne;By Thy purple robe of scorn;1st ChorusJesus, Saviour, hear our cry!2d ChorusThou wert suff'ring once as we;TuttiWe thy children sing to Thee.2.By the thorns that crowned Thy Head;By Thy sceptre of a reed;By Thy Footsteps faint and slowWeighted beneath Thy Cross of woe,3.By the nails and pointed spear;By Thy people's cruel jeer;By Thy dying pray'r which roseBegging mercy for Thy foes.4.By the darkness thick as nightBlotting out the sun from sight;By the cry with which in deathThou didst yield Thy parting Breath.5.By Thy weeping Mother's woe;By the sword that pierced her through,When, in anguish standing by,On the Cross she saw Thee die.Page 28Page 29

No. 21LENT AND PASSIONTIDEOh come and mourn with me awhileJesus CrucifiedFather FaberNicola A. MontaniAndante religioso1.Oh come an mourn with me awhile!See, Mary calls us to her side;Oh come and let us mourn with her;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!2.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!3.How fast His Hand and Feet are nailed;His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied;His failing eyes are blind with Blood;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!4.Seven times He spoke, seven words of love,And all three hours His silence criedFor mercy on the souls of men;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!5.Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed;His failing eyes He strove to guideWith mindful love to Mary's face,Jesus, our Love, is crucified!6.Come take thy stand beneath the CrossAnd let the blood from out that SideFall gently on thee, drop by drop,Jesus, our Love, is crucified!Page 30

No. 22LENT AND PASSIONTIDESacred Head Surrounded"O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden"St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153)Melody by H. L. Hassler (1600)Adaptation as given by J. S. Bach in his "St. Matthew's Passion"Largo1.O Sacred Head, surrounded,By crown of piercing thorn!O bleeding Head, so wounded,Reviled and put to scorn!Death's pallid hue come o'er TheeThe glow of life decays,Yet angel hosts adore Thee,And tremble as they gaze.2.I see Thy strength and vigorAll fading in the strife,And death, with cruel rigor,Bereaving Thee of life;O agony and dying!O love to sinners free!Jesus, all grace supplying,O turn Thy face on me!3.In this Thy bitter passion,Good Shepherd, think of me,With Thy most sweet compassion,Unworthy though I be;Beneath Thy Cross abiding,Forever would I rest,In Thy dear love confiding,And with Thy presence blest.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 31Page 32

No. 23LENT AND PASSIONTIDEAt the Cross her station keepingStabat MaterJacopone da Todi. XIV Cent.Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661Harmonized by N. A. M.Not too slow1.At the Cross her station keeping,Stood the mournful Mother weeping,Close to Jesus to the last.2.Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,All His bitter anguish bearing,Now at length the sword has passed.3.O that blessed one, grief laden,Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden,Mother of the All-blest one.4.How she stood in desolationUpward gazing on the passionOf that deathless dying Son.5.Who could see, from tears refraining,Christ's dear Mother uncomplainingIn so great a sorrow bowed?6.Who, unmoved, beheld her languishUnderneath His Cross of anguish,'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd?7.For His people's sin th'All HolyShe beheld, the victim lowly,Bleed in torments, bleed and die.8.Saw her well-beloved taken,Saw her Child in death forsaken,Heard his last expiring cry.9.Fount of love and sacred sorrow,Mother! May my spirit borrowSadness from thy holy woe.10.May my spirit burn within me,Love my God, and great love win meGrace to please Him here below.11.Those five Wounds on Jesus smitten,Mother, in my heart be written,Deep as in thine own they be.12.Thou, my Savior's Cross who bearest,Thou, Thy Son's rebuke who sharest,Let me share them both with thee.13.In the Passion of my MakerBe my sinful soul partaker,Weep till death, and weep with thee.14.Mine with thee be that sad station,There to watch the great Salvation,Wrought upon th'atoning Tree.15.Virgin, thou of virgins fairest,May the bitter woe thou sharestMake on me impression deep.16.Thus Christ's dying may I carry,With Him in His passion tarry,And His wounds in mem'ry keep.17.May His wounds transfix me wholly,May His Cross and Life Blood holyEmbriate my heart and mind.18.Thus inflamed with pure affection,In the Virgin's Son protectionMay I at the judgment find.19.When in death my limbs are failing,Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailingLift me, Jesus, to Thy throne.20.To my parting soul be givenEntrance through the gate of Heaven,There confess me for Thine own.AmenPage 33Page 34

No. 24LENT AND PASSIONTIDEI see my Jesus crucifiedNicola A. MontaniDevoto1.I see my Jesus crucified,His wounded Hands and Feet and Side,His sacred Flesh all rent and torn,His bloody crown of sharpest thorn.2.Those cruel nails, I drove them in,Each time I pierced Him with my sinThat crown of thorns 'twas I who wove,When I despised His gracious love.3.Then to those Feet I'll venture near,And wash them with a contrite tear,And ev'ry bleeding wound I see,I'll think He bore them all for me.4.Deep graven on my sinful heart,Oh, never may that form depart,That with me always may abideThe thought of Jesus crucified.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 35

No. 25LENT AND PASSIONTIDEO'erwhelmed in depths of woeSaevo dolorum turbineTr. Rev. E. CaswallNicola A. MontaniModerato1.O'erwhelmed in depths of woe,Upon the Tree of scornHangs the Redeemer of mankind,With racking anguish torn.2.See! How the nails those HandsAnd Feet so tender rend;See! Down His Face, and Neck, and Breast,His sacred Blood descend.3.Hark! With what awful cry,His Spirit takes its flight;That cry, it smote His Mother's heartAnd wrapt her soul in night.4.Come, fall before His Cross,Who shed for us His blood;Who dies, the victim of pure love,To make us Sons of God.5.Jesu! All praise to Thee,Our joy and endless rest;Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here,Our Crown amid the blest.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 36

No. 26PALM SUNDAYAll glory, laud and honorFrom the Latin of St.Theodulph by Dr. J. M. NealeM. HaydnMaestoso con spirito1.All glory, laud, and honorTo Thee Redeemer, King,To Whom the lips of childrenMade sweet hosannas ring.RefrainAll glory, laud, and honor,To Thee Redeemer, King,To Whom the lips of childrenMade sweet hosannas ring.2.Thou art the King of Israel,Thou David's royal Son,Who in the Lord's name comestThe King and blessed One.3.The company of angelsAre praising Thee on high,And mortal men and all thingsCreated make reply.4.The people of the HebrewsWith palms before them went;To praise and pray'r and anthemsBefore Thee we present.5.To Thee before Thy PassionThey sang their hymn of praise;To Thee now high exaltedOur melody we raise.6.Thou didst accept their praises,Accept the pray'rs we bring,Who in all good delightest,Thou good and gracious King.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 37Page 38

No. 27EASTERTIDEJesus Christ is risen todayProcessionalSurrexit Christus hodieTranslated by the Rev. J. O'ConnorNicola A. MontaniJoyously1.Jesus Christ is ris'n today!    (Solo)Alleluia!                       (Chorus)Sinners, wipe your tears away!  (Solo)Alleluia!                       (Chorus)He Whose death upon the Cross   (Solo)Alleluia!                       (Chorus)Saveth us from endless loss.    (Solo)Alleluia!                       (Chorus)2.See the holy women come,Alleluia!Bearing spices to the tomb;Alleluia!Hear the white-clad Angel's voiceAlleluia!Bid the universe rejoice!Alleluia!3.Go! Tell all his brethren dear,Alleluia!"He is ris'n, He is not here!Alleluia!Seek Him not among the dead;Alleluia!He has risen as He said."Alleluia!4.Glory, Jesus, be to Thee!Alleluia!Thine own might hath set Thee free.Alleluia!Come, for primal joy restored,Alleluia!Let us bless our Pascal Lord!Alleluia!Copyright 1920 by N.A.M.Page 39Page 40

No. 28EASTERTIDE"Ye Sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 1)O Filii et FiliaeProcessionalJean Tisserand (1494)Tr. Rev. E. CaswallTraditional Melody from"Airs sur les Hymnes sacres, Odes et Noels," (Paris 1623)MaestosoAlleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!1.Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!The King of glory, King adored,This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!2.All in the early morning greyWent holy women on their way,To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!3.Of spices pure a precious storeIn their pure hands those women bore,To anoint the Sacred Body o'er. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!4.Then straightway One in white they see,Who saith, "Ye seek the Lord; but HeIs ris'n, and gone to Galilee." Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!5.This told they Peter, told they John,Who forthwith to the tomb are gone;But Peter is by John outrun. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!6.That selfsame night, while out of fearThe doors were shut, their Lord most dearTo His Apostles did appear. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!7.But Thomas when of this He heard,Was doubtful of his brethren's word;Wherefore again there comes the Lord. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!8."Thomas, behold My Side" saith He;"My Hands, My Feet, My Body see,And doubt not, but believe in Me." Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!9.When Thomas saw that wounded Side,The truth no longer he denied;"Thou art my Lord and God," he cried. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!10.Oh, blest are they who have not seenTheir Lord, and yet believe in Him:Eternal life awaiteth them. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!11.Now let us praise the Lord most high,And strive His Name to magnifyOn this great day through earth and sky: Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!12.Whose mercy ever runneth o'er,Whom men and Angel Hosts adore,To Him be glory ever more. Alleluia!Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 41Page 42Page 43

No. 29EASTERTIDE"Ye sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 2)O Filii et FiliaeJean Tisserand (died 1494)Tr. Rev. E. CaswallMelody taken from the Gloria of the Magnificat terii toniby Giovanni Pierluigi da PalestrinaAlleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!1.Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!The King of glory, King adored,This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!2.All in the early morning greyWent holy women on their way,To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!Note: Additional stanzas given in previous hymn (28).Page 44

No. 30EASTERTIDENow at the Lamb's royal feastAd regias Agni dapesTr. Rev. E. CaswallNicola. A. MontaniAllegro moderato1.Now at the Lamb's royal feast,In robes of saintly white, we sing,Thro' the Red Sea in safety broughtBy Jesus our immortal King.O depth of love! For us He drainsThe chalice of His agony;For us a Victim on the CrossHe meekly lays Him down to die.2.And as th'avenging Angel pass'dOf old the blood be-sprinkled door;As the cleft sea a passage gave,Then closed to whelm th'Egyptians o're;So Christ, our Paschal Sacrifice,Has brought us safe all perils thro',While for unleavened bread He asks,But heart sincere and purpose true.3.Hail, purest Victim Heav'n could findThe pow'rs of Hell to overthrow!Who didst the bonds of Death unbindWho dost the prize of Life bestow.Hail, victor Christ! Hail, risen King!To Thee alone belongs the crown;Who has at the heav'nly gates unbarred,And cast the Prince of darkness down.4.O Jesus! From the death of sinKeep us, we pray; so shalt Thou beThe everlasting Paschal joyOf all the souls newborn in Thee;To God the Father, with the SonWho from the grave immortal rose,And Thee, O Paraclete be praise,While age on endless ages flows.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 45Page 46

No. 31EASTERTIDEChrist the Lord is risen todayVictimae Paschali LaudesTranslated by Miss LeesonNicola A. MontaniAllegro Modto1.Christ the Lord is ris'n today;Christians, haste your vows to pay;Offer ye your praises meetAt the Paschal Victim's feet;For the sheep the Lamb hath bled,Sinless in the sinner's stead,Christ the Lord is ris'n on high;Now He lives, no more to die.2.Christ the Victim undefiled,Man to God hath reconciled,When in strange and awful strifeMet together death and life;Christians, on this happy dayHaste with joy your vows to pay;Christ the Lord is ris'n on high;Now He lives, no more to die.3.Say, O wond'ring Mary, sayWhat thou sawest on the way,"I beheld, where Christ had lain,Empty tomb and angels twain,I beheld the glory brightOf the rising Lord of light;Christ my hope is ris'n again;Now He lives, and lives to reign."4.Christ, Who once for sinners bled,Now the first-born from the dead,Thron'd in endless might and pow'r,Lives and reigns forever more.Hail, eternal hope on high!Hail, Thou King of victory!Hail, Thou Prince of life ador'd!Help and save us, gracious Lord!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 47Page 48

No. 32ASCENSIONLift up, ye princes of the skyPs. xxiiiTranslated by Father Aylward from a Slovak HymnalArr. By N. A. M.With animation1.Lift up, ye princes of the sky,Lift up your portals, lift them high;And you, ye everlasting gates,Back on your golden hinges fly;For lo, the King of glory waitsTo enter in victoriously.Who is the King of glory?Tell, O ye who sing His praise so well.2.The Lord of strength and matchless might,The Lord all-conquering in the fight,List, lift your portals, lift them high,Ye princes of the conquered sky;And you, ye everlasting gates,Back on your golden hinges fly;For lo, the King of glory waits,The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.Copyright 1920 by N. A. MPage 49Page 50

No. 33ASCENSIONO Thou pure light of souls that loveSalutis humanae SatorTranslated by Father Caswall from a Slovak HymnalArr. By N. A. M.Moderato assai1.O Thou pure light of souls that love,True joy of ev'ry human breast,Sower of life's immortal seed,Our Maker, and Redeemer blest!2.What wonderous pity Thee o'ercameTo make our guilty load Thine own,And sinless suffer death and shame,For our transgressions to atone!3.Thou, bursting Hades open wide,Didst all the captive souls unchain;And thence to Thy dread Father's sideWith glorious pomp ascend again.4.O still may pity Thee compelTo heal the wounds of which we die;And take me in Thy light to dwell,Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh.5.Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal;Be thou our pathway to the skies;Our joy when sorrow fills our soul;In death our everlasting prize.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 51

No. 34PENTECOSTHoly Spirit, Lord of LightProcessionalTr. Rev. E. CaswallS. Webbe (1740-1816)Marcato1.Holy Spirit, Lord of Light,From the clear celestial height,Thy pure beaming radiance give.Come, Thou Father of the poor,Come with treasures which endure;Come Thou light of all that live.2.Thou, of all consolers best,Thou, the soul's delightsome guest,Dost refreshing peace bestow;Thou in toil art comfort sweet;Pleasant coolness in the heat;Solace in the midst of woe.3.Light immortal, Light divine,Visit thou these hearts of Thine,And our inmost being fill;If Thou take Thy grace away,Nothing pure in man will stay;All his good is turned to ill.4.Thou, on those who evermoreThee confess and Thee adore,In thy sev'nfold gifts descend;Give them comfort when they die;Give them life with Thee on high;Give them joys that never end.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 52

No. 35PENTECOSTCome Holy Ghost, Creator ComeVeni Creator SpiritusTranslated by DrydenW. A. MozartArr. from the figured bass by N. A. M.Melody "O Gottes Lamm" Koch. Verz. No. 343Moderato1.Come, Holy Ghost, Creator comeFrom Thy bright heav'nly throne,Come, take possession of our souls,And make them all Thy own.Thou Who art called the Paraclete,Best gift of God above,The living spring, the living fire,Sweet unction and true love.2.Thou who are sev'nfold in Thy grace,Finger of God's right hand;His promise teaching little onesTo speak and understand.O, guide our minds with Thy bless'd lightWith love our hearts inflame;And with Thy strength, which ne'er decays,Confirm our mortal frame.3.Through Thee may we the Father know,Thro' Thee th'Eternal Son,And Thee, the Spirit of the both,Thrice blessed Three in One.All Glory to the Father be,With His coequal Son;The same to Thee, great Paraclete,While endless ages run.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 53Page 54

No. 36PENTECOSTO Come, Creator Spirit! ComeVeni Creator SpiritusTranslated by Father FaberK. KurpinskiLento1.O come Creator Spirit come,Vouchsafe to make our minds Thy homeAnd with Thy heav'nly grace fulfilThe hearts Thou madest at Thy will.2.Thou that are named the Paraclete,The Gift of God, His Spirit sweet;The living Fountain, Fire, and Love,And gracious Unction from above.3.The sev'nfold grace Thou dost expand,O Finger of the Father's Hand;True promise of the Father, richIn gifts of tongues and various speech.4.To God the Father let us raiseAnd to His only Son, our praise,Praise to the Holy Spirit beNow, and for all eternity.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 55

No. 37PENTECOSTSpirit of Grace and UnionQui procedis ab utroqueAdam of St. VictorNicola A. MontaniModerato1.Spirit of grace and Union!Who from the Father and the SonDost equally proceed.Inflame our hearts with holy fireOur lips with eloquence inspire,And strengthen us in need.2.The Father and the Son through TheeAre linked in perfect unityAnd everlasting love;Ineffably Thou dost pervadeAll nature; and Thyself unsway'dThe whole creation move.3.O inexhaustive Fount of light!How doth Thy radiance put to flightThe darkness of the mind!The pure are only pure through Thee;Thou only dost the guilty free,And cheer with light the blind.4.Lord of all sanctity and might!Immense, immortal, infinite!The life of earth and Heav'n!Be, through eternal length of days,All honor, glory, blessing, praise,And adoration giv'n!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 56Page 57

No. 38THE HOLY TRINITYO God of lovelinessO bello Dio, Signor del ParadisoTranslated by Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R.Traditional Melody "Schonster Herr Jesu"Pilgrims' Song dating from the time of the Crusades.Adapted by N. A. M.Andante Maestoso1.O God of loveliness, O Lord of Heav'n aboveHow worthy to posses My heart's devoted love!So sweet Thy Countenance, So gracious to behold,That one, one only glance To me were bliss untold.2.Thou art blest Three in One, Yet undivided still;Thou art that One alone Whose love my heart can fill.The heav'ns and earth below, Were fashioned by Thy Word;How amiable art Thou, My ever dearest Lord!3.To think Thou art my God, O thought forever blest!My heart has overflowed With joy within my breast.My soul so full of bliss Is plunged as in a sea,Deep in the sweet abyss of holy charity.4.O loveliness supreme, And Beauty infinite;O everflowing Stream, And Ocean of delight;O life by which I live, My truest life above,To Thee alone I give My undivided love.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 58Page 59

No. 39THE HOLY TRINITYHoly God, we praise Thy NameTe Deum LaudamusTranslated by Rev. Clarence Walworth  (1820-1900)Melody from the "Katholisches Gesangbuch"  (1775)Maestoso1.Holy God, we praise Thy Name,Lord of all, we bow before Thee;All on earth Thy sceptre claim;All in heav'n above adore Thee,Infinite Thy vast domain,Everlasting is Thy reign,2.Hark! The loud celestial hymn,Angel choirs above are raising!Cherubim and SeraphimIn unceasing chorus praising;Fill the Heav'ns with sweet accord;Holy, holy, holy Lord!3.Holy Father, Holy Son,Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee,While in essence only One,Undivided God we claim Thee;And adoring bend the knee,While we own the mystery.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 60

No. 40THE HOLY TRINITYFull of Glory, full of wondersProcessionalFather FaberNicola A. MontaniAllegro moderato1.Full of glory, full of wonders,Majesty Divine'Mid Thine everlasting thundersHow Thy lightnings shine!Shoreless Ocean! Who shall sound Thee?Thine own eternity is round Thee,Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine!2.Timeless, spaceless, single, lonely,Yet sublimely Three,Thou art grandly, always, onlyGod in Unity!Lone in grandeur, lone in glory,Who shall tell thy wonderous story,Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity?3.Splendors upon splendors beamingChange and intertwine!Glories over glories streamingAll translucent shine!Blessings, praises, adorationsGreet Thee from the trembling nationsMajesty Divine, Majesty Divine!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 61

No. 41OUR BLESSED LORDI need Thee, Precious Jesus(Communion Hymn)For additional Communion Hymns see NOS. 44, 47, 49, 51, 53, 54, 122.From a Slovak hymnArr. by N. A. M.With devotion1.I need Thee, precious JesusI need a friend like Thee;A friend to soothe and sympathize,A friend to care for me.I need Thy Heart, sweet Jesus,To feel each anxious care;I long to tell my ev'ry want,And all my sorrows share.2.I need Thy Blood, sweet Jesus,To wash each sinful stain;To cleanse this sinful soul of mine,And make it pure again.I need Thy Wounds, sweet Jesus,To fly from perils near,To shelter in these hallowed clefts,From ev'ry doubt and fear.3.I need Thee, sweetest Jesus,In Thy Sacrament of Love;To nourish this poor soul of mine,With treasures of Thy Love.I'll need Thee, sweetest Jesus,When death's dread hour draws nigh,To hide me in Thy Sacred Heart,Till wafted safe on high.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 62Page 63

No. 42OUR BLESSED LORDWhen morning gilds the skies(May Jesus Christ be praised)ProcessionalTranslated by Father CaswallTraditional Melody (1678)Moderato1.When morning gilds the skies,  (Solo Voices ad lib)My heart awaking cries:May Christ be praised!         (Chorus)Alike at work and prayer:      (Solo Voices)To Jesus I repair:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!         (Chorus)2.The sacred minster bell,It peals o'er hill and dell:May Christ be praised!Oh! Hark to what it sings:As joyously it rings:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!3.To Thee, my God above,I cry with glowing love:May Christ be praised!The fairest graces springIn hearts the ever sing:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!4.To God the Word on high,The host of angels cry:May Christ be praised!May mortals, to upraiseTheir voice in hymn of praise:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!5.Let earth's wide circle roundIn joyful notes resound:May Christ be praised!Let air and sea and sky,From depths to heights reply:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!6.Be this, while life is mine,My canticle divine:May Christ be praised!Be this th'eternal song,Through all the ages on:May Christ be praised!May Christ be praised!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 64Page 65

No. 43OUR BLESSED LORDCrown Him with many CrownsProcessionalMatthew BridgesNicola A. MontaniWith expression1.Crown Him with many crowns,The Lamb upon the throne;Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drownsAll music but its own;Awake, my soul and singOf Him who dies for thee,And hail Him as thy matchless KingThro' all eternity.2.Crown Him the Virgin's Son,The God Incarnate born;Whose arm those crimson trophies won,Which now His brow adorn!Fruit of the Mystic Rose,As of the Rose the Stem;The Root whence Mercy ever flows,The Babe of Bethlehem.3.Crown Him the Lord of Love:Behold His hands and side,Rich Wounds, yet visible aboveIn beauty glorified:No Angel in the skyCan fully bear that sight,But downward bends his burning eyeAt mysteries so bright.4.Crown Him the Lord of peace,Whose pow'r a sceptre swaysFrom pole to pole, that wars may cease,Absorbed in pray'r and praise:His reign shall know no end,And round His pier-ced FeetFair flow'rs of Paradise extendTheir fragrance ever sweet.5.Crown Him the Lord of heaven,One with the Father known,And the blest Spirit through Him giv'nFrom yonder Triune throne:All hail, Redeemer, hail!For Thou hast died for me;Thy praise shall never, never failThro'out eternity.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 66Page 67

No. 44OUR BLESSED LORDJesus, Lord, be Thou mine ownMondo, piu, per me non seiCommunion HymnSt. AlphonsusDon Lorenzo PerosiTr. Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R.Moderato1.Jesus Lord, be Thou mine own;Thee I long for, Thee alone;All myself, I give to Thee;Do whate'er Thou wilt with me.2.Life without Thy love would beDeath, O Sovereign Good, to me;Bound and held by Thy dear chainsCaptive now my heart remains.3.Thou, O God, my heart inflame,Give that love which Thou dost claim;Payment I will ask for none;Love demands but love alone.4.God of beauty, Lord of Light,Thy good will is my delight;Now henceforth Thy will divineEver shall in all be mine.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 68

No. 45OUR BLESSED LORDLoving Shepherd of Thy SheepThe Good ShepherdProcessionalPastor AmansMiss J. E. Leeson   (1807-1882)Adaptation of a Litany Melody from Catholic Hymntunes(Publ. 1819; J.M.Capes)Moderato1.Loving Shepherd of Thy sheepKeep me, Lord in safety keep;Nothing can Thy pow'r withstand,None can pluck me from Thy Hand.Loving Shepherd, Thou didst giveThine own life that I might live;May I love Thee day by day,Gladly Thy sweet Will obey.2.Loving Shepherd, ever near,Teach me still Thy voice to hear;Suffer not my step to strayFrom the strait and narrow way.Where Thou leadest may I go,Walking in Thy steps below;Then before Thy Father's throne,Jesus, claim me for Thine own.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 69Page 70

No. 46THE BLESSED SACRAMENTThe Very Angels' BreadPanis AngelicusTr. by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D.P. MeurersSlowly1.The very Angels' BreadDoth food to men afford;The types have vanished,Remains the Truth adored:O wonderous mysteryTheir banquet is the LordThe poor and lowly, bond and free.2.O God forever blest,O Three in One, we pray:Visit the longing breastEnter this house of clay,And lead us through the NightUnto the perfect DayWhere dwellest Thou in endless light.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 71

No. 47THE BLESSED SACRAMENTSoul of my SaviourAnima ChristiL. DobiciSlowly: with devotion1.Soul of my Savior sanctify my breast,Body of Christ, be Thou my saving guest;Blood of my Saviour bathe me in Thy Tide;Wash me, ye waters gushing from His Side.2.Strength and protection may His Passion be,O blessed Jesus, hear and answer me;Deep in Thy Wounds, Lord, hide and shelter me;So shall I never, never part from Thee.3.Guard and defend me from the foe malign;In death's drear moments make me only Thine;Call me and bid me come to Thee on high,Where I may praise Thee with Thy Saints for aye.Page 72

No. 48THE BLESSED SACRAMENTThee prostrate I adore(Adoro Te devote)St. Thomas AquinasTranslated by Father Aylward, O. P.Nicola A. MontaniModerato devoto1.Thee prostrate I adore, The Deity that liesBeneath these humble veils, Concealed from human eyes;My heart doth wholly yield, Subjected to Thy sway,For contemplating Thee it wholly faints away.ChorusHail, Jesus, hail; do Thou, Good Shepherd of the sheep,Increase in all true hearts the faith they fondly keep.2.The sight, the touch, the taste, In Thee are here deceived;But by the ear alone this truth is safe believed;I hold whate'er the Son of God hath said to me;Than this blest word of truth no word can truer be,3.I see not with mine eyes, Thy Wounds, as Thomas saw;Yet own Thee for my God with equal love and awe;Oh grant me, that my faith may ever firmer be,That all my hope and love may still repose in Thee.4.Memorial sweet, that shows the death of my dear Lord;Thou living bread, that life dost unto man afford;Oh grant, that this my soul may ever live on Thee,That Thou mayst evermore its only sweetness be.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 73Page 74

No. 49THE BLESSED SACRAMENTJesus, gentlest SaviourThanksgiving after CommunionFor additional Communion Hymns See Nos. 41, 44, 51, 54, 128 to 131.Father FaberNicola A. MontaniAndante semplice1.Jesus, gentlest Saviour!God of might and pow'r!Thou Thyself art dwellingIn us at this hour.Nature cannot hold Thee,Heav'ns is all too straitFor Thine endless gloryAnd Thy royal state.2.Out beyond the shiningOf the furthest star,Thou art ever stretchingInfinitely far.Yet the hearts of childrenHold what words cannot,And the God of wondersLoves the lowly spot.3.Oh, how can we thank TheeFor a gift like this,Gift that truly makethHeav'ns eternal bliss!Ah! When wilt Thou alwaysMake our hearts Thy home?We must wait for heavenThen the day will come.4.Now at least we'll keep TheeAll the time we may;But Thy grace and blessingWe will keep alway.When our hearts Thou leavestWorthless tho' they be,Give them to Thy MotherTo be kept for Thee.Page 75

No. 50THE BLESSED SACRAMENTThe Word, descending from aboveVerbum supernum prodiensSt. Thomas AquinasTranslated by the Rev. E. CaswallNicola A. MontaniNon troppo lento1.The Word descending from above,Though with the Father still on high,Went forth upon His work of love;And soon to life's last eve drew nigh.2.He shortly to a death accursedBy a disciple shall be giv'n;But, to His twelve disciples, firstHe gives Himself, the Bread of Heav'n.3.Himself in either kind He gave;He gave His Flesh, He gave His Blood;Of flesh and blood all men are made;And He of man would be the Food.4.At birth our brother He became;At meat Himself as food He gives;To ransom us He died in shame;As our reward, in bliss He lives.5.O saving victim open wideThe gate of Heav'n to man below!Sore press our foes from ev'ry side;Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow.6.To Thy great Name be endless praise,Immortal Godhead, One in Three!Oh, grant us endless length of days,In out true native land, with Thee.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 76

No. 51THE BLESSED SACRAMENTHail to Thee! true BodyAve Verum CorpusJ. F. KlossTranslated by Father CaswallArr. by N. A. M.Con animaHail to Thee, true Body sprungFrom the Virgin Mary's womb!The same that on the Cross was hung,And bore for man the bitter doom!Thou, Whose Side was pierc'd and flow'dBoth with water and with blood;Suffer us to taste of Thee,In our life's last agony.Son of Mary, Jesus blest!Sweetest, gentlest, holiest!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 77Page 78

No. 52THE BLESSED SACRAMENTSing, my tongue, the Saviour's gloryPange Lingua gloriosiTr. Rev. E. CaswallM. Haydn1.Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,Of His Flesh the myst'ry sing;Of the Blood all price exceedingShed by our immortal King,Destined, for the world's redemption,From a noble womb to spring,2.Of a pure and spotless VirginBorn for us on earth below,He, as Man, with man conversing,Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;Then He closed in solemn orderWonderously His Life of Woe.3.On the night of that Last Supper,Seated with His chosen band,He the Paschal victim eating,First fulfills the law's command;Then, as Food to His ApostlesGives Himself with His own Hand.4.Word made Flesh, the bread of natureBy His word to Flesh He turns;Wine into His Blood He changes:What through sense no change discerns?Only be the heart in earnest,Faith her lesson quickly learns.Tantum ergo Sacramentum5.Down in adoration falling,Lo! The sacred Host we hail;Lo! O'er ancient forms departing,Newer rites of grace prevail;Faith for all defects supplying,Where the feeble senses fail.6.To the Everlasting Father,And the Son Who reigns on high,With the Holy Ghost proceedingForth from Each eternally,Be salvation, honor, blessing,Might, and endless majesty. Amen.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 79Page 80

No. 53THE BLESSED SACRAMENTJesus, my Lord, my God, my AllFather FaberNicola A. MontaniSlowly1.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?RefrainSweet Sacrament! We Thee adore!Oh, make us love Thee more and more.   (Repeat refrain ad lib)2.Had I but Mary's sinless heartTo love Thee with my dearest King!Oh, with what bursts of fervent praiseThy goodness, Jesus! Would I sing!3.Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead all!O mystery of love divine!I cannot compass all I have,For all Thou hast and art are mine.4.Sound, sound His praises higher still,And come, ye angels, to our aid;'Tis God! 'tis God! The very God,Whose pow'r both man and angels made!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 81Page 82

No. 54THE BLESSED SACRAMENTJesus, Food of AngelsCommunion HymnPartendo dal MondoTranslated by Father E. Vaughan, C. S. S. R.Ch. GounodArr. by N. A. M.Andante Religioso1.Jesus, food of angels,Monarch of the heart;Oh, that I could neverFrom Thy Face depart!Yes, Thou ever dwellestHere for love of me,Hidden Thou remainest,God of Majesty.2.Soon I hope to see Thee,And enjoy Thy love,Face to face, sweet Jesus,In Thy heav'n above.But on earth an exileMy delight shall beEver to be near TheeVeiled for love of me.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 83

No. 55THE BLESSED SACRAMENTO Jesus Christ, rememberGesu SacramentatoFather CaswallNicola A. MontaniWith devotion1.O Jesus Christ, remember,When Thou shalt come again,Upon the clouds of Heaven,With all Thy shining train;When ev'ry eye shall see TheeIn Deity revealed,Who now upon this altarIn silence art concealed;2.Remember then, O Saviour,I supplicate of Thee,That here I bowed before TheeUpon my bended knee;That here I owned Thy Presence,And did not Thee deny;And glorified Thy greatness,Though hid from human eye.3.Accept Divine Redeemer,The homage of my praise;Be Thou the light and honorAnd glory of my days;Be Thou my consolationWhen death is drawing nigh;Be Thou my only treasureThrough all eternity.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 84Page 85

No. 56THE BLESSED SACRAMENTWondrous love that cannot falter(Hymn of the Association of Perpetual Adoration)Tr. Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. HenryCh. GounodArr. by N. A. M.Andante con espressione1.Wondrous love that cannot falter!Jesus in the Host doth dwellDay and night upon the AlterNear to those He loves so well.RefrainLow in endless worship bent,Praise the Blessed Sacrament.2.Angel hosts are hushed in wonderAnd adore with folded wings:For the lowly Species under,Hidden lies the King of Kings.3.Tho' the Heav'nly choir rejoicesPraise and sing His loving earSeeks the tribute of our voices:'Tis for us He waiteth here!4.All He hath in highest HeavenVeiled in the Host we see:And to us the care is givenOf His wondrous poverty.5.Bread of Angels! Who can measureAll it means? this daily foodAnd the daily granted treasureOf His sacrificial Blood?6.Bending low in adorationEver constant let us be,Making Jesus ReparationFor the worlds in constancy.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 86Page 87

No. 57THE BLESSED SACRAMENTO Food to Pilgrims GivenO Esca Viatorum17th CenturyH. Isaak (1493)Translated by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D.Harmonized by J. S. BachSlowly1.O Food of pilgrims given,Bread of the hosts of HeavenThou Manna of the sky!Feed with the blessed sweetness,Of Thy divine completenessThe hearts that for Thee sigh.2.O Fountain ruby glowing,O stream of love outflowingFrom Jesus' pierc-ed Side!This thought alone shall bless usThis one desire possess us,To drink of Thy sweet tide.3.We love Thee, Jesu tenderWho hid'st Thine awful splendorBeneath these veils of grace:O let the veils be riven,And our clear eye in heavenBehold Thee face to face!Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 88

No. 58THE SACRED HEARTO Heart of Jesus, Heart of GodLady G. FullertonNicola. A. MontaniModerato1.O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God,O source of boundless love;By angels praised, by saints adoredFrom their bright throne above.The poorest, saddest heart on earth,May claim Thee for its own;O burning, throbbing Heart of Christ,Too late, too little known.2.The hearts of men are often hardAnd full of selfish care;But in the Sacred Heart we findA refuge from despair.To Thee, my Jesus, then I come,A poor and helpless child;And on Thine own words "Come to Me,"My only hope I build.3.The world is cold, and life is sad,I crave this blessed restOf those who lay their weary headsUpon Thy sacred Breast.For love is stronger far than death,And who can love like Thee,My Saviour, Whose appealing HeartBroke on the Cross for me?Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 89Page 90

No. 59THE SACRED HEARTSacred Heart of Jesus, fount of loveFrom a Slovak HymnalArr. by N. A .M.Slowly1.Sacred Heart of Jesus, fount of love and mercy,Today we come Thy blessing to implore;Oh, touch our hearts, so cold and so ungrateful,And make them, Lord, Thine own forever more.RefrainSacred Heart of Jesus! We implore,Oh, makes us love Thee more and more.2.Sacred Heart of Jesus! Make us know and love Thee,Unfold to us the treasures of Thy grace,That so our hearts, from things of earth up lifted,May long alone to gaze upon Thy Face.3.Sacred Heart of Jesus! Make us pure and gentle,And teach us how to do Thy blessed will;To follow close the print of Thy dear footsteps,And when we fall Sacred Heart, oh, love us still.4.Sacred Heart of Jesus! Bless all hearts that love Thee,And Thine own Heart ever blessed be;Bless us, dear Lord, and bless the friends we cherish,And keep us true to Mary and to Thee.Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 91Page 92

No. 60THE SACRED HEARTJesus, Creator of the world(Auctor beate saeculi)Unison or two-part chorusTranslated by Father CaswallJ. d' HoogheAndantino1.Jesus, Creator of the world!Of all mankind Redeemed blest!True God of God! In Whom we seeThe Father's Image clear expressed.2.Thee, Saviour, love alone constrain'dTo make our mortal flesh Thine own;And as a second Adam come,For the first Adam to atone.3.That self same love that made the sky,Which made the sea, and stars, and earth,Took pity on our misery,And broke the bondage of our birth.4.O Jesu! In Thy Heart divineMay that same love forever glow,Forever mercy to mankind,From that exhaustless fountain flow.5.For this Thy Sacred Heart was pierced,And both with Blood and Water ran;To cleanse us from the stains of guilt,And be the hope of strength of man.6.To God the Father, and the Son,All praise, and pow'r, and glory be;With Thee, O holy Paraclete,Henceforth through a eternity.Page 93Page 94

No. 61THE SACRED HEARTTo Jesus' Heart all burningAloys SchlorNicola A. MontaniSlowly1.To Jesus' Heart, all burningWith fervent love for men,My heart with fondest yearningShall raise its joyful strain.RefrainWhile ages course along,Blest be with the loudest songThe Sacred Heart of JesusBy ev'ry heart and tongue!2.Too true I have forsakenThy love by wilful sin;Yet now let me be takenBack by Thy grace again.3.As Thou art meek and lowly,And ever pure of heart,So may my heart be whollyOf Thine the counterpart,4.O that to me were givenThe pinions of a dove,I'd speed aloft to heaven,My Jesus' love to prove.5.When life away is flying,And earth's false glare is done;Still, Sacred heart, in dyingI'll say I'm all Thine own.Page 95Page 96

No. 62THE SACRED HEARTHeart of Jesus! golden chaliceProcessionalBishop CasartelliCh. GounodArr. by N. A. M.Slowly with devotion1.Heart of Jesus! golden chaliceBrimming with the ruddy Wine,Trodden in the press of fury,Purest juice of truest vine,From the Vineyards of Engeddi,Quench this thirsty heart of mine.2.Heart of Jesus! Comb of honeyFrom the cleft of Calvary's rock,Sweetness coming from the Strong One,Dripping from the green-wood stock;Famishing of death is on us:Feed, oh, feed Thy hungry flock!3.Heart of Jesus! Rose of SharonGlist'ning with the dew of tears,All among the thorny pricklesLo! Thy blood-stained Head appears!Spread Thy fragrance all around us,Sweetly lulling all our fears!4.Heart of Jesus! broken VialFull of precious spikenard!Alabaster vase of ointment!See, our souls are sore and hard:Let Thy healing virtue touch them,And from sin's corruption guards!Page 97

No. 63THE SACRED HEARTTo Christ, the Prince of PeaceSummi Panentis filioProcessionalTr. Rev. E. CaswallNicola A. MontaniWith Spirit1.To Christ, the Prince of Peace,And Son of God most high,The Father of the world to come,Sing we with holy joy.Deep in His heart for usThe wound of love He bore;That love, wherewith He still inflamesThe hearts that Him adore.2.O Jesus! Victim blest!What else but love divine,Could Thee constrain to open thusThat Sacred Heat of Thine?O Fount of endless life!O Spring of water clear!O Flame celestial cleansing allWho unto Thee draws near.3.Hide me in Thy dear Heart,For thither do I fly;There seek Thy grace thro' life,In death Thine immortality.Praise to the Father be,And sole begotten Son,Praise, Holy Paraclete, to TheeWhile endless ages run.Page 98

No. 64THE SACRED HEARTO Heart of Jesus, purest Heart(Cor Jesu, Cor purissimum)Translated by Father M. Russell, S. J.Traditional MelodyCon anima1.O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart,A Shrine of holiness Thou art;Cleanse Thou, my heart, so sordid cold,And stained by sins so manifold.2.Take from me, Lord, this tepid will,Which doth Thy Heart with loathing fill;And then infuse a spirit new,A fervent spirit, deep and true.3.Most humble Heart of all that beat,Heart full of goodness, meek and sweet,Give me a heart more like to Thine,And light the flame of love in mine.4.But, ah, were e'en my heart on fireWith all the seraphim's desire,Till love a conflagration proved,Not yet wouldst Thou enough be loved.Page 99

No. 65THE SACRED HEARTO dearest Love divineRt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D.Nicola A. MontaniAndante devoto1.O dearest love divine,My heart to Thee I give,Exchanging it for Thine,That Thou in me may'st live.Most loving and most meek,Hearts only dost Thou seek:O may my heart but proveA love like Thine, sweet Love!2.Who can requite the loveShown in the wondrous plan,Whereby the God aboveFor me became a Man?Thou say'st "Give Me thy heart!"With it I freely partHoping that it may proveA love like Thine, sweet Love!3.Thy heart is opened wideThat, freely ent'ring in,I may Thy guest abide,And new life begin.This doest Thou, to gainMy love, and e'er retain:O may my answer proveA love like Thine, sweet Love!4.Here in Thy Heart I findA haven of sweet rest,An ever-quite mind,A mansion of the Blest.Rock that was cleft for me,Behold, I fly to Thee,Like a world-weary dove,Home to its mated Love!Page 100

No. 66THE SACRED HEARTSacred Heart! in accents burningSacred SongEleanor C. Donnelly (By permission)Ch. GounodAdapted and arr. by N. A. MontaniModerato1.Sacred Heart in accents burningPour we forth our love of Thee;Here our hopes and here our yearningsMeet and mingle tenderly.Heart of mercy ever eager,All our woes and wounds to heal!Heart, most patient, Heart most pure!To our souls, Thy depths reveal.RefrainSacred Heart of our Redeemer!Pierced with love on Calvary!Heart of Jesus ever loving,Make us burn with love of Thee!Praise to Thee! O Sacred Heart!2.Heart of bounty Thou art bringingAll Thy thirsting children here,Where the living waters springingTell of hope and comfort near.O Thou Source of ev'ry blessing!Sweetest, strongest, holiest, blest!Be our treasure here on earth,And in Heav'n be Thou our rest.Page 101Page 102

No. 67THE SACRED HEARTAll ye who seek a comfort sure(Old Office of the Sacred Heart)Translated by Father CaswallNicola A. MontaniMaestoso1.All ye who seek a comfort sureIn trouble and distress,Whatever sorrow vex the mind,Or guilt the soul oppress:Jesus, who gave Himself for youUpon the Cross to die,Opens to you His sacred Heart;Oh, to that Heart draw nigh!2.Ye hear how kindly He invites;Ye hear His words so blest:"All ye that labor, come to Me,And I will give you rest."What meeker than the Saviour's Heart?As on the Cross He lay;It did His murderers forgive,And for their pardon pray.3.O Heart! Thou joy of Saints on high,Thou Hope of sinners here!Attracted by these loving words,To Thee I lift my pray'r.Wash Thou my wounds in that dear BloodWhich forth from Thee doth flow,New grace, new hope, inspire; a newAnd better heart bestow.Page 103Page 104

No. 68THE SACRED HEARTA Message from the Sacred HeartFather M. RussellNicola A. MontaniAllegro Moderato1.A message from the Sacred Heart;What may its message be?"My Child, My Child, give Me thy heartMy Heart has bled for thee."This is the message Jesus sendsTo my poor heart today,And eager from His Throne He bendsTo hear what I shall say.2.A message to the Sacred Heart;Oh, bear it back with speed;"Come, Jesus, reign within my heartThy Heart is all I need."Thus, Lord, I'll pray until I shareThat home whose joy Thou art;No message, dearest Jesus, there,For heart will speak to heart.Page 105

No. 69THE SACRED WOUNDSThere is an everlasting homeM. BridgesM. MattoniSlowly1.There is an everlasting homeWhere contrite souls may hide,Where death and danger dare not comeThe Saviour's side.2.It was cleft of matchless loveOpen'd when He had died:When mercy hailed in worlds aboveThat wounded Side.3.Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me,The grave of all my pride;Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee,Thy shelt'ring Side.4.There issued forth a double flood,The sin atoning tide,In streams of water and of bloodFrom that dear Side.5.There is the only fount of bliss,In joy and sorrow tried;No refuge for the heart like thisA Saviour's Side.6.Thither the Church, thro' all her daysPoints as a faithful guide;And celebrates with ceaseless praiseThat spear-pierced Side.7.There is the golden gate of heav'n,An entrance for the Bride,Where the sweet crown of life is giv'nThrough Jesus' Side.Page 106

No. 70THE SACRED WOUNDSHail, Rock of Ages(From the Hymn "There is an everlasting home" No. 69)M. BridgesNicola A. MontaniModerato (alla breve)1.Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me,The grave of all my pride:Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee,Thy shelt'ring Side.2.There issued forth a double floodThe sin atoning tide,In streams of water and of bloodFrom that dear Side.3.There is the only fount of bliss,In joy and sorrow tried;No refuge for the heart like thisA Saviour's Side.4.There is the golden gate of heav'n,An entrance for the Bride,Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n,Through Jesus' Side.Page 107

No. 71THE PRECIOUS BLOODHail, Jesus, hail!(Viva! Viva! Gesu)From the Italian by Father FaberNicola A. MontaniCon Spirito1.Hail, Jesus, hail! Who for my sakeSweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take,And shed it all for me;Oh, blessed by my Saviour's Blood,My life, my light, my only good,To all eternity,To all eternity.2.To endless ages let us praiseThe Precious Blood, whose price could raiseThe world from wrath and sin;Whose streams our inward thirst appease,And heal the sinner's worst disease,If he but bathe therein,If he but bathe therein.3.Oh, to be sprinkled from the wellsOf Christ's own Sacred Blood,Excels Earth's best and highest bliss:Oh ministers of wrath divineHurt not the happy hearts that shineWith those red drops of His,With those red drops of His.4.Ah! There is joy amid the saints,And hell's despairing courage faintsWhen this sweet song we raise:Oh louder then, and louder still,Earth with one mighty chorus fill,The Precious Blood to praise,The Precious Blood to praise.Page 108Page 109

No. 72THE PRECIOUS BLOODGlory be to Jesus(Viva! Viva! Gesu)See also Hymn No. 18Tr. Rev. E. CaswallNicola A. MontaniAllegro modto1.Glory be to Jesus,Who in bitter painsPoured for me the life-bloodFrom His Sacred Veins.Grace and life eternalIn that Blood I find;Blest be His compassion,Infinitely kind!2.Blest thro' endless agesBe the precious stream,Which from endless tormentDoth the world redeem!There the fainting spiritDrinks of life her fill;There, as in a fountain,Laves herself at will.3.Abel's Blood for vengeancePleading to the skies;But the Blood of JesusFor our pardon cries.Oft  as it is sprinkledOn our guilty hearts,Satan in confusionTerror-struck departs.4.Oft as earth exultingWafts its praise on high,Hell with terror trembles,Heav'n is filled with joy.Lift ye, then, your voices,Swell the mighty flood;Louder still, and louderPraise the Precious Blood.Page 110

No. 73THE BLESSED VIRGINHail, thou Star of ocean!Ave Maris StellaTranslated by Father CaswallM. TaddeiAndante religioso1.Hail, thou start of the ocean!Portal of the sky,Ever Virgin MotherOf the Lord most high!2.Oh! By Gabriel's Ave,Uttered long ago,Eva's name reversing,'Stablish peace below.3.Break the captive's fetters;Light on blindness pour;All our ills expelling,Ev'ry bliss implore.4.Show thyself a Mother;Offer Him our sighs,Who for us IncarnateDid not thee despise.5.Virgin of all Virgins!To thy shelter take us;Gentlest of the gentle!Chaste and gentle make us.6.Still as on we journey,Help our weak endeavor;Till with thee and JesusWe rejoice forever.7.Thro' the highest Heaven,To the Almighty Three,Father Son, Holy Spirit,One same glory be.Page 111

No. 74THE BLESSED VIRGINAve Maria! O Maiden, O MotherStar of the SeaSister M.From a Slovak HymnalArr. by N. A. M.Slowly: with expression1.Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother,Fondly thy children are calling on thee,Thine are the graces unclaimed by another,Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!RefrainMater Amabilis, ora pro nobis!Pray for thy children who call upon thee;Ave Sanctissima! Ave purissima!Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!2.Ave Maria! The night shades are falling,Softly our voices arise unto thee,Earth's lonely exiles for succor are calling,Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!3.Ave Maria! Thy children are kneeling,Words of endearment are murmured to thee;Softly thy spirit upon us is stealingSinless and beautiful Star of the Sea!4.Ave Maria! Thou portal of Heaven,Harbor of refuge, to thee we do flee:Lost in the darkness, by stormy winds driven,Shine on our pathway, fair Star of the Sea!Page 112Page 113

No. 75THE BLESSED VIRGINDaily, daily sing to Mary (A)Omni die dic MariaeSt. CasimirTranslated by Father BittlestoneTraditional MelodyArr. by N. A. M.With spirit1.Daily, daily sing of Mary,Sing, my soul, her praises due;All her feats, her actions worshipWith the hearts devotion true.Lost in wond'ring contemplation,Be her majesty confest!Call her Mother, call her Virgin,Happy Mother, Virgin blest!2.She is mighty to deliver;Call her, trust her lovingly:When the tempest rages round thee,She will calm the troubled sea.Gifts of Heaven she has givenNoble lady! To our race:She, the Queen, who decks her subjectsWith the light of God's own grace.3.Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies,Who for us our Maker bore;For the curse of old inflicted,Peace and blessing to restore.Sing the songs of praise unendingSing the world's majestic Queen.Weary not nor faint in tellingAll the gifts she gives to men.4.All my senses, heart, affections,Strive to sound her glory forth:Spread abroad the sweet memorialsOf the Virgin's priceless worth:Where the voice of music thrilling,Where the tongue of eloquence,That can utter hymns beseemingAll her matchless excellence?Page 114Page 115

No. 76THE BLESSED VIRGINDaily, daily sing to Mary (B)St. CasimirProcessionalFather BittlestoneNicola. A. MontaniAllegre modto1.Daily, daily sing of Mary,Sing, my soul, her praises due;All her feats, her actions worshipWith the hearts devotion true.Lost in wond'ring contemplation,Be her majesty confest!Call her Mother, call her Virgin,Happy Mother, Virgin blest!Call her Mother, call her Virgin,Happy Mother, Virgin blest!2.She is mighty to deliver;Call her, trust her lovingly:When the tempest rages round thee,She will calm the troubled sea.Gifts of Heaven she has givenNoble lady! To our race:She, the Queen, who decks her subjectsWith the light of God's own grace.She, the Queen, who decks her subjectsWith the light of God's own grace.3.Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies,Who for us our Maker bore;For the curse of old inflicted,Peace and blessing to restore.Sing the songs of praise unendingSing the world's majestic Queen.Weary not nor faint in tellingAll the gifts she gives to men.Weary not nor faint in tellingAll the gifts she gives to men.4.All my senses, heart, affections,Strive to sound her glory forth:Spread abroad the sweet memorialsOf the Virgin's priceless worth:Where the voice of music thrilling,Where the tongue of eloquence,That can utter hymns beseemingAll her matchless excellence?That can utter hymns beseemingAll her matchless excellence?Page 116Page 117

No.  77THE BLESSED VIRGINMother of MercyMater MisericordiaeFather FaberS. M. YennAndante religioso1.Mother of mercy, day by day,My love of thee grows more and more;Thy gifts are strewn upon my wayLike sands upon the great seashore.Thy gifts are strewn upon my wayLike sands upon the great seashore.2.Though poverty and work and woeThe masters of my life may be,When times are worst who does not knowDarkness is light with love of thee?When times are worst who does not knowDarkness is light with love of thee?3.But scornful men have coldly saidThy love was leading me from God;And yet in this I did but treadThe very path my Saviour trod.And yet in this I did but treadThe very path my Saviour trod.4.They know but little of Thy worthWho speak the heartless words to me,For what did Jesus love on earthOne half so tenderly as thee?For what did Jesus love on earthOne half so tenderly as thee?Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.Page 118Page 119

No. 78THE BLESSED VIRGINHail, all hail, great Queen of Heaven!Our Lady of LourdesProcessional(The melody of Hymn No. 76 "Daily, Daily" may be used with this text, withrepetition of the last two lines of the refrain.)Traditional Melody (1750) "Pone luctum"With spirit1.Hail! all hail, great Queen of Heaven!Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes,'Neath whose care our weary exileIs from countless ills secured!RefrainThen let men and Angels praise theeFor each blessing thou'st procured,While in gladsome strains we're singing,Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes!2.Blest be thou above all others,Mary, mistress of the spheres,Star of hope, serenely beamingThro' this darksome vale of tears.3.Happy angels joy to own thee,O'er their choirs exalted high,Thron'd in blissful light and beauty,Empress of the starry sky.4.As the fount is still unsealingIts pure treasure softly fair,May each drop be fraught with healing,Dearest Mother, at thy pray'r.Note: For Congregational singing it is suggested that the hymn betransposed a full tone lower.Page 120Page 121

No. 79THE BLESSED VIRGINO purest of creaturesThe Immaculate ConceptionFather FaberNicola A. MontaniSlowly1.O purest of the creatures! Sweet Mother, sweet maid!The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid!Dark night hath come down on us Mother! And weLook out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!2.Deep night hath come down on this rough-spoken world,And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurl'd:And the tempest-tost Church all her eyes are on Thee,They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!3.The Church doth what God had first taught her to do;He looked o'er the world to find hearts that were true;Thro' the ages He looked, and He found none but thee,And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!4.He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fair;For the empire of sin it had never been there;None had ever owned thee, dear Mother, but He,And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!Page 122Page 123

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