ENGLISH HYMNS

INDEX The St. Gregory Hymnal English Hymns ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A

No. Pages

Acts of Faith, Hope and Charity 145 226 227

Afar Upon a Foreign Shore 107 167 168

All Glory, Laud and Honor 26 37 38

All Ye Who Seek a Comfort Sure 67 103 104

A Message from the Sacred Heart 68 105

Angels We have Heard on High 7 10

As Fades the Glowing Orb of Day 139 216

At the Cross Her Station Keeping 23 33 34

Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother 74 112 113

A Virgin Most Pure as the Prophets Did Tell 12 16 17

B

Behold! Behold He Cometh 3 4

Blessed Be God 147 230 231

Blessed Francis, Holy Father 102 158 159

Blest is the Faith 123 190 191

By the First Bright Easter Day 137 212 213

By the Blood that Flowed from Thee 20 28 29

C

Christ the Lord is Risen Today 31 47 48

Come Holy Ghost, Creator Come 35 53 54

Crown Him with Many Crowns 43 66 67

D

Daily, Daily Sing to Mary (A) 75 114 115

Daily, Daily Sing to Mary (B) 76 116 117

Dear Angel! Ever at My Side 112 175

Dear Crown of All the Virgin-Choir 109 171

Dear Little One! How sweet Thou Art 127 198

F

Faith of Our Fathers 121 186 187

Full of Glory, Full of Wonders 40 61

G

Gesu Bambino 126 196 197

Glorious Patron 101 156 157

Glory Be To Jesus 72 110

God of Mercy and Compassion 134 207

Great God, Whatever Through Thy Church 128 199 200

Great Saint Joseph! Son of David 93 143 144

H

Hail, All Hail, Great Queen of Heaven 78 120 121

Hail, Full of Grace and Purity 86 134 135

Hail, Glorious Saint Patrick (No. 1) 96 147 148

Hail, Glorious Saint Patrick (No. 2) 97 149 150

Hail, Holy Joseph, Hail! 95 146

Hail, Holy Queen Enthroned Above 83 129 130

Hail, Jesus, Hail! 71 108 109

Hail, Mary Full of Grace 149 233

Hail, Queen of Heaven 84 131

Hail, Rock of Ages 70 107

Hail, Thou Star of Ocean 73 111

Hail to Thee, True Body! 51 77 78

Hail, Virgin, Dearest Mary! 81 126

Happy We, Who Thus United 136 210 211

Hark! A Mystic Voice is Sounding 1 1 2

Hark! Hark! My Soul 111 173 174

Hark! The Herald Host is Singing 13 18 19

Hear Thy Children, Gentle Jesus 124 192 193

Hear Thy Children, Gentlest Mother 87 136

Heart of Jesus! Golden Chalice 62 97

He Who Once, in Righteous Vengeance 18 25

Holy God, We Praise Thy Name 39 60

Holy Spirit, Lord of Light 34 52

I

If Great Wonders Thou Desirest 100 154 155

I Need Thee, Precious Jesus 41 62 63

I See My Jesus Crucified 24 35

J

Jerusalem, My Happy Home 119 183

Jerusalem the Golden 118 181 182

Jesus Christ is Risen Today 27 39 40

Jesus, Creator of the World 60 93 94

Jesus, Ever-Loving Saviour 135 208 209

Jesus, Food of Angels 54 83

Jesus, Gentlest Saviour 49 75

Jesus, Jesus, Come to Me 131 204

Jesus, Lord, Be Thou Mine Own 44 68

Jesus, My Lord! Behold at Length the Time 133 206

Jesus, My Lord, My God, My All 53 81 82

Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee 17 24

Jesus, Thou Art Coming 130 202 203

Joseph, Pure Spouse of That Immortal Bride 94 145

L

Lead us, Great Teacher Paul 99 153

Let the Deep Organ Swell the Lay 105 164 165

Lift Up, Ye Princes of the Sky 32 49 50

Little King, So Fair and Sweet 125 194 195

Long Live the Pope 122 188 189

Lord, for Tomorrow and Its Needs 143 223

Lord, Help the Souls which Thou Hast Made 113 176

Lord, Who at Cana's Wedding Feast 150 234

Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep (The Good Shepherd) 45 69 70

M

Man of Sorrows, Wrapt in Grief 19 26 27

Mother of Christ 89 138

Mother of Mercy 77 118 119

My God, Accept My Heart this Day 132 205

My God, I Believe in Thee 145 226 227

My God, I Hope in Thee 145 226 227

My God, I love Thee 145 226 227

N

Now at the Lamb's High Royal Feast 30 45 46

Now Let the Earth with Joy Resound 110 172

O

O Blessed Father Sent by God 108 169 170

O Blessed Saint Joseph 92 142

O Come, Creator Spirit! Come 36 55

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel 2 3

O Dearest Love Divine 65 100

O Dear Little Children 6 9

O Food to Pilgrims Given 57 88

O God of Loveliness 38 58 59

Oh, Come and Mourn with Me Awhile 21 30

O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God 58 89 90

O Heart of Jesus, Purest Heart 64 99

O Jesus Christ, Remember 55 84 85

O Jesus, Thou the Beauty Art 15 21 22

O Lord, I am Not Worthy 129 201

O Most Holy One 88 137

O Mother! Most Afflicted 91 140 141

O Paradise! O Paradise 120 184 185

O Purest of Creatures 79 122 123

O Sacred Head Surrounded 22 31 32

O Sing a Joyous Carol 10 14

O Thou Pure Light of Souls that Love 33 51

O Turn to Jesus, Mother, Turn 115 178

Our Father, Who Art in Heaven 148 232

Out of the Depths, to Thee, O Lord 117 180

O'erwhelmed in Depths of Woe 25 36

P

Praise to the Holiest in the Height 142 221 222

Praise We Our God with Joy 141 219 220

R

Raise Your Voices, Vales and Mountains 90 139

Remember, Holy Mary 85 132 133

S

Sacred Heart! In Accents Burning 66 101 102

Sacred Heart of Jesus, Fount of Love 59 91 92

Saint of the Sacred Heart 103 160 161

See, Amid the Winter's Snow 5 7 8

Seek ye a Patron to Defend? 98 151 152

Silent Night Holy Night 11 15

Sing my Tongue, the Saviour's Glory 52 79 80

Sleep, Holy Babe 14 20

Soul of My Saviour 47 72

Spirit of Grace and Union 37 56 57

Sweet Agnes, Holy Child 106 166

Sweet Saviour! Bless us ere We go 138 214 215

T

The Divine Praises 147 230 231

Thee Prostrate I Adore 48 73 74

The Maid of France with Visioned Eyes 104 162 163

The Snow lay on the Ground 8 11

There is an Everlasting Home 69 106

The Very Angels' Bread 46 71

The Word, Descending From Above 50 76

This is the Image of the Queen 82 127 128

To Christ, the Prince of Peace 63 98

To Jesus' Heart All Burning 61 95 96

To the Name that Brings Salvation 16 23

U

Unto Him for Whom This Day 116 179

W

What a Sea of Tears and Sorrows 146 228 229

When Blossoms Flowered 'mid the Snows 126 196 197

When Day's Shadows Lengthen 140 217 218

When Morning Gilds the Skies 42 64 65

Whither Thus in Holy Rapture? 80 124 125

Wondrous Love that Cannot Falter 56 86 87

Why Art Thou Sorrowful? 144 224 225

Y

Ye Faithful, With Gladness 4 5 6

Ye Sons and Daughters of the Lord (No. 1) 28 41 42 43

Ye Sons and Daughters of the Lord (No. 2) 29 44

Ye Souls of the Faithful 114 177

No. 1 ADVENT Hark! A Mystic Voice is Sounding En clara vox Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. Hark! A mystic voice is sounding, "Christ is nigh," it seems to say. "Cast away the dreams of darkness, O ye children of the day." Startled at the solemn warning, Let the earth-bound soul arise; Christ, her Sun, all sloth dispelling, Shines upon the morning skies. 2. Lo! the lamb so long expected, Comes with pardon down from Heav'n, Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, One and all to be forgiv'n. So when next He comes with glory, Wrapping all the earth in fear, May He then as our Defender, On the clouds of Heav'n appear. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 1 Page 2

No. 2 ADVENT O Come, O Come, Emmanuel! Processional Tr. Dr. J. M. Neale Traditional Melody "Veni, O Sapientiae" Maestoso 1. O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Chorus Rejoice! Rejoice! O Israel! To thee shall come Emmanuel. 2. O come Thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny; From depths of hell thy people save, And give them vict'ry o'er the grave. 3. O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer Our spirits by thine Advent here, Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. 4. O come, O come, Thou Lord of Might, Who to Thy tribes on Sinai's height, In ancient times didst give the law, In cloud, and majesty and awe. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 3

No. 3 ADVENT Behold! behold He cometh Processional Translated from the Latin S. Webbe Moderato Behold! behold He cometh, Who doth salvation bring; Lift up your heads rejoicing, And welcome Zion's King; With Hymns of joy we praise the Lord, Hosanna to th' Incarnate Word! Hosanna to the Saviour, Who came on Christmas morn, And, of a lowly Virgin, Was in a stable born; Emmanuel! Dear Jesus, come, Within Thy children make Thy home! Yea, come in love and meekness, Our Saviour now to be; Come to be formed in us, And make us like to Thee, Before the Day of Wrath draw near, When as our Judge Thou shalt appear. Soon shalt Thou sit in glory Upon the great White Throne, And punish all the wicked, And recompense Thine own; When ev'ry word and deed and thought To righteous judgement shall be brought. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 4

No. 4 CHRISTMAS Ye faithful, with gladness Adeste Fideles Traditional Melody Free translation by the Rt. Rev. Hugh T. Henry, Litt. D., L.L.D. 1. Ye faithful, with gladness, Banishing all sadness, O Come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem! See to us given Christ, the King of Heaven! Chorus While angels hover o'er Him, And shepherds kneel before Him O Come, let us adore Him, Lord And King. 2. Dear Mary, His Mother, Give to us as Brother The Lord whom the angels are Worshipping: God the eternal Light of Light supernal! 3. Again sounding o'er us, Let the Angel chorus The anthem of gladness and Triumph sing: "Glory be given To the Lord of Heaven!" 4. Our voices no blending With their songs unending, All-joyful, dear Jesus, Thy Glory sing, Be our endeavor Thus to praise Thee ever! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 5 Page 6

No. 5 CHRISTMAS See, amid the winter's snow Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody Allegretto 1. See, amid the winter's snow, Born to us on earth below; See the tender lamb appears, Promised from eternal years. Chorus Hail, thou ever blessed morn, Hail, Redemption's happy dawn! Sing through all Jerusalem, Christ is born in Bethlehem. 2. Lo, within a manger lies He who built the starry skies; He, who throned in heights sublime, Sits amid the Cherubim. 3. Sacred Infant all divine, What a tender love was Thine; Thus to come from highest bliss, Down to such a world as this. 4. Teach, oh teach us, holy Child, By Thy Face so meek and mild; Teach us to resemble Thee In Thy sweet humility. 5. Virgin Mother, Mary blest By the joys the fill thy breast, Pray for us, that we may prove Worthy of the Saviour's love. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 7 Page 8

No. 6 CHRISTMAS O Dear Little Children Carol Translated by Sister Jeanne Marie Traditional Melody Arr. By N. A. M. Moderato semplice 1. O dear little children, O come one and all, Draw near to the crib, here in Bethlehem's stall, And see what a bright ray of heaven's delight Our Father has sent on this thrice holy night. 2. O see in the crib low concealing His might, See here by the rays of the clear shining light, In cleanliest swaddle the Heavenly Child More beauteous than legions of hosts undefiled. 3. He lies there, O children, on hay and on straw Dear Mary and Joseph regard Him with awe, The shepherds, adoring, bow humbly in pray'r, Angelical choirs with song rend the air. 4. O children bend low and adore Him today, O lift up your hands like the shepherds and pray, Sing joyfully, children, with hearts full of love In jubilant song join the angels above. Page 9

No. 7 CHRISTMAS Angels we have heard on high Bishop Chadwick Nicola. A. Montani Allegro moderato 1. Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. 2. Shepherd, why this jubilee? Why your rapturous strains prolong? What may the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heav'nly song? 3. Come to Bethlehem, and see Him Whose birth the angels sing; Come, adore on bended knee Christ the Lord, the newborn King. 4. See Him in a manger laid, Whom the choirs of angels praise Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, While our hearts in love we raise. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 10

No. 8 CHRISTMAS The snow lay on the ground Old English Carol Rev. Dr. Lingard Edv. Grieg Arr. By N. A. M. Non troppo lento 1. The snow lay on the ground, the stars shone bright When Christ our Lord was born on Christmas night. 2. 'Twas Mary, daughter pure of holy Anne, That brought into this world the God made Man. 3. She laid Him in the stall at Bethlehem; The ass and oxen shared the roof with him. 4. Saint Joseph to was by, to tend the Child; To guard Him, and protect His Mother mild. 5. The angels hovered 'round, and sang this song; "Venite, adoremus Dominum." 6. And then that manger poor became a throne; For He whom Mary bore was God the Son. 7. O come then, let us join the heav'nly host, To praise the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 11

No. 9 CHRISTMAS Stars of Glory Carol Dr. Husenbeth S. Janowska Slowly 1. Stars of glory, shine more brightly, Purer be the moonlight's beam, Glide, ye hours and moments, lightly, Swiftly down time's deepening stream; Bring the hour that banished sadness Brought redemption down to earth; When the shepherds heard with gladness Tidings of the Saviour's birth. 2. See a beauteous angel soaring In the bright celestial blaze, On the shepherds, low adoring Rest his mild effulgent rays; "Fear not," cries the heav'nly stranger, "Him Whom ancient seers foretold, Weeping in a lowly manger Shepherds, haste ye to behold." 3. See the shepherd quickly rising, Hast'ning to the humble stall, And the newborn Infant prizing, As the mighty Lord of all; Lowly now they bend before Him In His helpless infant state, Firmly faithful, they adore Him, And His greatness celebrate. 4. Hark! The swell of heav'nly voices Peals along the vaulted sky; Angels sing while earth rejoices "Glory to our God on high; Glory in the highest heaven, Peace to humble men on earth;" Joy to these and bliss is given In the great Redeemer's birth. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 12 Page 13

No. 10 CHRISTMAS O Sing a joyous carol Sister M. B. from "Alte Katholische geistliche Kirchengesang" (Koln, 1599)* * Catholic melody incorrectly attributed to M. Praetorius Joyously 1. O sing a joyful carol Unto the holy Child, And praise with gladsome voices His Mother undefiled. Our gladsome voices greeting Shall hail our Infant King And our sweet Lady listens When joyful voices sing. 2. Who is there meekly lying In yonder stable poor? Dear children, it is Jesus; He bids you now adore. Who is there kneeling by Him In Virgin beauty fair? It is our Mother Mary, She bids you all draw near. 3. Who is there near the cradle, That guards the holy Child? It is our father Joseph Chaste spouse of Mary mild. Dear children, oh, how joyful With them in Heav'n to be! God grant that none be missing From that festivity. Page 14

No. 11 CHRISTMAS Silent night, Holy night Fr. Gruber Arr. by Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. Silent night, holy night! Bethlehem sleeps yet what light Floats around the holy pair; Songs of Angels fill the air Strains of heavenly peace, Strains of heavenly peace. 2. Silent night, holy night! Shepherds first see the light, Hear the Alleluias ring Which the Angel chorus sing "Christ the Savior has come Christ the Savior has come!" 3. Silent night, holy night! Son of God! Oh, what light Radiates from Thy manger bed Over realms with darkness spread, Thou in Bethlehem born, Thou in Bethlehem born. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 15

No. 12 CHRISTMAS A Virgin most pure, as the Prophets did tell Ancient Carol Traditional Melody Arr. by N. A. M. Slowly 1. A Virgin most pure, as the Prophets did tell, Hath brought forth a Saviour, as it hath befell, To be our Redeemer from death, hell and sin, Which Adam's transgression had wrapped us in. Chorus Rejoice and be merry, Set sorrow aside Jesus our Saviour was born on this tide. 2. In Bethlehem city in Jewry it was, Where Joseph and Mary together did pass, And there to be taxed with many one more. For Caesar commanded the same should be so. 3. But when they had entered the city so fair, A number of people so mighty was there That Mary and Joseph, whose substance was small, Could procure in the Inn no lodging at all. 4. Then they were constrained in a stable to lie, Where oxen and asses they used there to tie; Their lodging so simple they held it no scorn, But against the next morning a Saviour was born. 5. The King of glory to this world being brought Small store of fine linen to wrap him was sought; When Mary had swaddled her young Son so sweet, Within an ox manger she laid Him to sleep. 6. Then God sent an angel from heaven so high, To certain poor shepherds in fields where they lie, And charged them no longer in sorrow to stay, Because that our Saviour was born on this day. 7. Then presently after the shepherds did spy A number of angels appear in the sky; Who joyfully talked and sweetly did sing, "To God be all glory, our heavenly King." Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 16 Page 17

No. 13 CHRISTMAS Hark! the Herald Host is singing E. Humperdinck Joyously 1. Hark! The herald host is singing, Thro' the silent holy night, Tidings of great joy they're bringing, From yon starry azure height. And each heart is filled with gladness, At the message which they bring; "Christ is born, forget all sadness, Trust in Him, your Saviour King!" 2. And behold the stars bright glowing, Shed o'er earth their radiant light, While from Angels' lips are flowing Anthems thro' the holy night. Bright each window now is glowing, Lighted by the Christmas tree; And each cheek with joy is glowing, And each heart is filled with glee. 3. Soft the messengers from heaven Wing their flight from home to home; Bearing lessons God hath given Unto all the earth that roam. "Welcome, welcome Christmas evening Bringing peace and love to earth!" Show your gratitude, rejoicing, Christians in your Saviour's birth! Page 18 Page 19

No. 14 CHRISTMAS Sleep, Holy Babe (For additional Christmas Hymns see Hymns Nos. 126 $ 127 and Latin Hymns). Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody Semplice 1. Sleep, Holy Babe, Upon Thy Mothers breast! Great Lord of earth and sea and sky, How sweet it is to see Thee lie In such a place of rest! 2. Sleep, Holy Babe, Thine Angels watch around; All bending low with folded wings Before th'Incarnate King of Kings, In rev'rent awe profound. 3. Sleep, Holy Babe, While I with Mary gaze In joy upon that Face awhile, Upon the loving Infant smile, Which there divinely plays. 4. Sleep, Holy Babe, O snatch Thy brief repose; Too quickly will Thy slumber break, And Thou to lengthened pains awake, That death alone shall close. Page 20

No. 15 THE MOST HOLY NAME O Jesus, Thou the beauty art Jesu, decus Angelicum St. Bernard Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Andante religioso 1. O Jesus, Thou the beauty art Of Angel worlds above; Thy name is music to the heart Inflaming it with love Celestial sweetness unalloy'd Who eat Thee hunger still; Who drink of Thee still feel a void Which naught but Thee canst fill. 2. O my sweet Jesus, hear the sighs Which unto Thee I send; To Thee mine inmost spirit cries, My being's hope and end. Stay with us Lord, with Thy light Illume the soul's abyss; Dispel the darkness of the night And fill the world with bliss. Page 21 Page 22

No 16. THE MOST HOLY NAME To the Name that brings salvation Processional Dr. J. M. Neale Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. To the Name that brings salvation, Honor, worship, let us pay Which for many a generation Hid in God's foreknowledge lay. But with holy exultation We may sing aloud today. 2. Name of gladness, Name of pleasure, By this tongue ineffable Name of sweetness passing measure To the ear delectable, 'Tis our safeguard and our treasure, 'Tis our help 'gainst sin and hell. 3. 'Tis the Name for adoration, 'Tis the Name of victory, 'Tis the Name for meditation In this vale of misery, 'Tis the Name for veneration By the citizens on high. 4. 'Tis the Name that whoso preaches Finds it music to the ear; Who in pray'r this Name beseeches Sweetest comfort findeth near; Who its perfect wisdom reacheth Heav'nly joy possesseth here. Page 23

No. 17 THE MOST HOLY NAME Jesus the very thought of Thee Jesu, dulcis memoria St. Bernard Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody Religioso 1. Jesus the very though of Thee, With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy Face to see And in Thy presence rest. 2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind. 3. O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek. 4. Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; O Jesus, be our glory now And through eternity. Page 24

No. 18 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE He Who once, in righteous vengeance Ira justa conditoris (Feast of the Precious Blood) Tr. Rev. E. Caswall J. Mohr Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato 1. He who once, in righteous vengeance, Whelm'd the world beneath the flood, Once again in mercy cleansed it With the stream of His own Blood, Coming from His throne on high On the painful cross to die. 2. Blest with this all saving shower, Earth her beauty straight resumed; In the place of thorns and briers Myrtles sprang and roses bloom'd Bitter wormwood of the waste Into honey changed its taste. 3. When before the Judge we tremble, Conscious of his broken laws, May this Blood in that dread hour Cry aloud and plead our cause; Bid our guilty terrors cease, Be our pardon and our peace. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 25

No. 19 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE "Man of Sorrows, wrapt in grief" M. Bridges From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Andante Mod 1. Man of sorrows, wrapt in grief, Bow Thine ear to our relief; Thou for us the path hast trod Of the dreadful wrath of God; Thou the cup of fire hast drained Till its light alone remained. Lamb of Love! We look to Thee; Hear our mournful litany. 2. By the garden, fraught with woe, Whither Thou full oft wouldst go; By Thine agony of prayer In the desolation there; By the dire and deep distress Of that myst'ry fathomless; Lord, our tears in mercy see; Hearken to our litany. 3. By the chalice brimming o'er With disgrace and torment sore; By those lips which fain would pray That it might but pass away; By the Heart which drank it dry, Lest a rebel race should die Be Thy pity, Lord our plea; Hear our solemn litany. 4. Man of Sorrows! Let Thy grief Purchase for us our relief; Lord of Mercy! Bow Thine ear, Slow to anger, swift to hear; By the Cross's royal road Lead us to the throne of God, There for aye to sing to Thee Heav'n's triumphant litany. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 26 Page 27

No. 20 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE By the blood that flowed from Thee Litany of the Passion C. M. Caddell Nicola. A. Montani Lento ma non troppo 1. By the blood that flowed from Thee In Thy bitter agony; By the scourge so meekly borne; By Thy purple robe of scorn; 1st Chorus Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry! 2d Chorus Thou wert suff'ring once as we; Tutti We thy children sing to Thee. 2. By the thorns that crowned Thy Head; By Thy sceptre of a reed; By Thy Footsteps faint and slow Weighted beneath Thy Cross of woe, 3. By the nails and pointed spear; By Thy people's cruel jeer; By Thy dying pray'r which rose Begging mercy for Thy foes. 4. By the darkness thick as night Blotting out the sun from sight; By the cry with which in death Thou 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 28 Page 29

No. 21 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE Oh come and mourn with me awhile Jesus Crucified Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Andante religioso 1. 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 cried For mercy on the souls of men; Jesus, our Love, is crucified! 5. Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed; His failing eyes He strove to guide With mindful love to Mary's face, Jesus, our Love, is crucified! 6. Come take thy stand beneath the Cross And let the blood from out that Side Fall gently on thee, drop by drop, Jesus, our Love, is crucified! Page 30

No. 22 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE Sacred 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" Largo 1. 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 Thee The glow of life decays, Yet angel hosts adore Thee, And tremble as they gaze. 2. I see Thy strength and vigor All 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 31 Page 32

No. 23 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE At the Cross her station keeping Stabat Mater Jacopone da Todi. XIV Cent. Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661 Harmonized by N. A. M. Not too slow 1. 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 desolation Upward gazing on the passion Of that deathless dying Son. 5. Who could see, from tears refraining, Christ's dear Mother uncomplaining In so great a sorrow bowed? 6. Who, unmoved, beheld her languish Underneath His Cross of anguish, 'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd? 7. For His people's sin th'All Holy She 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 borrow Sadness from thy holy woe. 10. May my spirit burn within me, Love my God, and great love win me Grace 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 Maker Be 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 sharest Make 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 holy Embriate my heart and mind. 18. Thus inflamed with pure affection, In the Virgin's Son protection May I at the judgment find. 19. When in death my limbs are failing, Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailing Lift me, Jesus, to Thy throne. 20. To my parting soul be given Entrance through the gate of Heaven, There confess me for Thine own. Amen Page 33 Page 34

No. 24 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE I see my Jesus crucified Nicola A. Montani Devoto 1. 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 sin That 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 abide The thought of Jesus crucified. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 35

No. 25 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE O'erwhelmed in depths of woe Saevo dolorum turbine Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. O'erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the Tree of scorn Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. 2. See! How the nails those Hands And Feet so tender rend; See! Down His Face, and Neck, and Breast, His sacred Blood descend. 3. Hark! With what awful cry, His Spirit takes its flight; That cry, it smote His Mother's heart And 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. 26 PALM SUNDAY All glory, laud and honor From the Latin of St.Theodulph by Dr. J. M. Neale M. Haydn Maestoso con spirito 1. All glory, laud, and honor To Thee Redeemer, King, To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. Refrain All glory, laud, and honor, To Thee Redeemer, King, To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 2. Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest The King and blessed One. 3. The company of angels Are praising Thee on high, And mortal men and all things Created make reply. 4. The people of the Hebrews With palms before them went; To praise and pray'r and anthems Before Thee we present. 5. To Thee before Thy Passion They sang their hymn of praise; To Thee now high exalted Our 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 37 Page 38

No. 27 EASTERTIDE Jesus Christ is risen today Processional Surrexit Christus hodie Translated by the Rev. J. O'Connor Nicola A. Montani Joyously 1. 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 voice Alleluia! 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 39 Page 40

No. 28 EASTERTIDE "Ye Sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 1) O Filii et Filiae Processional Jean Tisserand (1494) Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody from "Airs sur les Hymnes sacres, Odes et Noels," (Paris 1623) Maestoso Alleluia! 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 grey Went holy women on their way, To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 3. Of spices pure a precious store In 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 He Is 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 fear The doors were shut, their Lord most dear To 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 seen Their 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 magnify On 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 41 Page 42 Page 43

No. 29 EASTERTIDE "Ye sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 2) O Filii et Filiae Jean Tisserand (died 1494) Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Melody taken from the Gloria of the Magnificat terii toni by Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina Alleluia! 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 grey Went 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. 30 EASTERTIDE Now at the Lamb's royal feast Ad regias Agni dapes Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola. A. Montani Allegro moderato 1. Now at the Lamb's royal feast, In robes of saintly white, we sing, Thro' the Red Sea in safety brought By Jesus our immortal King. O depth of love! For us He drains The chalice of His agony; For us a Victim on the Cross He meekly lays Him down to die. 2. And as th'avenging Angel pass'd Of 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 find The pow'rs of Hell to overthrow! Who didst the bonds of Death unbind Who 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 sin Keep us, we pray; so shalt Thou be The everlasting Paschal joy Of all the souls newborn in Thee; To God the Father, with the Son Who from the grave immortal rose, And Thee, O Paraclete be praise, While age on endless ages flows. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 45 Page 46

No. 31 EASTERTIDE Christ the Lord is risen today Victimae Paschali Laudes Translated by Miss Leeson Nicola A. Montani Allegro Modto 1. Christ the Lord is ris'n today; Christians, haste your vows to pay; Offer ye your praises meet At 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 strife Met together death and life; Christians, on this happy day Haste 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, say What thou sawest on the way, "I beheld, where Christ had lain, Empty tomb and angels twain, I beheld the glory bright Of 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 47 Page 48

No. 32 ASCENSION Lift up, ye princes of the sky Ps. xxiii Translated by Father Aylward from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. By N. A. M. With animation 1. 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 waits To 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. M Page 49 Page 50

No. 33 ASCENSION O Thou pure light of souls that love Salutis humanae Sator Translated by Father Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. By N. A. M. Moderato assai 1. 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'ercame To make our guilty load Thine own, And sinless suffer death and shame, For our transgressions to atone! 3. Thou, bursting Hades open wide, Didst all the captive souls unchain; And thence to Thy dread Father's side With glorious pomp ascend again. 4. O still may pity Thee compel To 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. 34 PENTECOST Holy Spirit, Lord of Light Processional Tr. Rev. E. Caswall S. Webbe (1740-1816) Marcato 1. 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 evermore Thee 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. 35 PENTECOST Come Holy Ghost, Creator Come Veni Creator Spiritus Translated by Dryden W. A. Mozart Arr. from the figured bass by N. A. M. Melody "O Gottes Lamm" Koch. Verz. No. 343 Moderato 1. Come, Holy Ghost, Creator come From 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 ones To speak and understand. O, guide our minds with Thy bless'd light With 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 53 Page 54

No. 36 PENTECOST O Come, Creator Spirit! Come Veni Creator Spiritus Translated by Father Faber K. Kurpinski Lento 1. O come Creator Spirit come, Vouchsafe to make our minds Thy home And with Thy heav'nly grace fulfil The 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, rich In gifts of tongues and various speech. 4. To God the Father let us raise And to His only Son, our praise, Praise to the Holy Spirit be Now, and for all eternity. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 55

No. 37 PENTECOST Spirit of Grace and Union Qui procedis ab utroque Adam of St. Victor Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. Spirit of grace and Union! Who from the Father and the Son Dost equally proceed. Inflame our hearts with holy fire Our lips with eloquence inspire, And strengthen us in need. 2. The Father and the Son through Thee Are linked in perfect unity And everlasting love; Ineffably Thou dost pervade All nature; and Thyself unsway'd The whole creation move. 3. O inexhaustive Fount of light! How doth Thy radiance put to flight The 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 56 Page 57

No. 38 THE HOLY TRINITY O God of loveliness O bello Dio, Signor del Paradiso Translated 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 Maestoso 1. O God of loveliness, O Lord of Heav'n above How 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 58 Page 59

No. 39 THE HOLY TRINITY Holy God, we praise Thy Name Te Deum Laudamus Translated by Rev. Clarence Walworth (1820-1900) Melody from the "Katholisches Gesangbuch" (1775) Maestoso 1. 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 Seraphim In 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. 40 THE HOLY TRINITY Full of Glory, full of wonders Processional Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Allegro moderato 1. Full of glory, full of wonders, Majesty Divine 'Mid Thine everlasting thunders How 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, only God in Unity! Lone in grandeur, lone in glory, Who shall tell thy wonderous story, Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity? 3. Splendors upon splendors beaming Change and intertwine! Glories over glories streaming All translucent shine! Blessings, praises, adorations Greet Thee from the trembling nations Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 61

No. 41 OUR BLESSED LORD I need Thee, Precious Jesus (Communion Hymn) For additional Communion Hymns see NOS. 44, 47, 49, 51, 53, 54, 122. From a Slovak hymn Arr. by N. A. M. With devotion 1. I need Thee, precious Jesus I 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 62 Page 63

No. 42 OUR BLESSED LORD When morning gilds the skies (May Jesus Christ be praised) Processional Translated by Father Caswall Traditional Melody (1678) Moderato 1. 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 spring In 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 upraise Their voice in hymn of praise: May Christ be praised! May Christ be praised! 5. Let earth's wide circle round In 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 64 Page 65

No. 43 OUR BLESSED LORD Crown Him with many Crowns Processional Matthew Bridges Nicola A. Montani With expression 1. Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon the throne; Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns All music but its own; Awake, my soul and sing Of Him who dies for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Thro' 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 above In beauty glorified: No Angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright. 4. Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose pow'r a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, Absorbed in pray'r and praise: His reign shall know no end, And round His pier-ced Feet Fair flow'rs of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. 5. Crown Him the Lord of heaven, One with the Father known, And the blest Spirit through Him giv'n From yonder Triune throne: All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me; Thy praise shall never, never fail Thro'out eternity. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 66 Page 67

No. 44 OUR BLESSED LORD Jesus, Lord, be Thou mine own Mondo, piu, per me non sei Communion Hymn St. Alphonsus Don Lorenzo Perosi Tr. Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R. Moderato 1. 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 be Death, O Sovereign Good, to me; Bound and held by Thy dear chains Captive 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 divine Ever shall in all be mine. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 68

No. 45 OUR BLESSED LORD Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep The Good Shepherd Processional Pastor Amans Miss J. E. Leeson (1807-1882) Adaptation of a Litany Melody from Catholic Hymntunes (Publ. 1819; J.M.Capes) Moderato 1. Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep Keep me, Lord in safety keep; Nothing can Thy pow'r withstand, None can pluck me from Thy Hand. Loving Shepherd, Thou didst give Thine 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 stray From 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 69 Page 70

No. 46 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT The Very Angels' Bread Panis Angelicus Tr. by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D. P. Meurers Slowly 1. The very Angels' Bread Doth food to men afford; The types have vanished, Remains the Truth adored: O wonderous mystery Their banquet is the Lord The poor and lowly, bond and free. 2. O God forever blest, O Three in One, we pray: Visit the longing breast Enter this house of clay, And lead us through the Night Unto the perfect Day Where dwellest Thou in endless light. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 71

No. 47 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Soul of my Saviour Anima Christi L. Dobici Slowly: with devotion 1. 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. 48 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Thee prostrate I adore (Adoro Te devote) St. Thomas Aquinas Translated by Father Aylward, O. P. Nicola A. Montani Moderato devoto 1. Thee prostrate I adore, The Deity that lies Beneath these humble veils, Concealed from human eyes; My heart doth wholly yield, Subjected to Thy sway, For contemplating Thee it wholly faints away. Chorus Hail, 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 73 Page 74

No. 49 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Jesus, gentlest Saviour Thanksgiving after Communion For additional Communion Hymns See Nos. 41, 44, 51, 54, 128 to 131. Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Andante semplice 1. Jesus, gentlest Saviour! God of might and pow'r! Thou Thyself art dwelling In us at this hour. Nature cannot hold Thee, Heav'ns is all too strait For Thine endless glory And Thy royal state. 2. Out beyond the shining Of the furthest star, Thou art ever stretching Infinitely far. Yet the hearts of children Hold what words cannot, And the God of wonders Loves the lowly spot. 3. Oh, how can we thank Thee For a gift like this, Gift that truly maketh Heav'ns eternal bliss! Ah! When wilt Thou always Make our hearts Thy home? We must wait for heaven Then the day will come. 4. Now at least we'll keep Thee All the time we may; But Thy grace and blessing We will keep alway. When our hearts Thou leavest Worthless tho' they be, Give them to Thy Mother To be kept for Thee. Page 75

No. 50 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT The Word, descending from above Verbum supernum prodiens St. Thomas Aquinas Translated by the Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Non troppo lento 1. 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 accursed By a disciple shall be giv'n; But, to His twelve disciples, first He 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 wide The 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. 51 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Hail to Thee! true Body Ave Verum Corpus J. F. Kloss Translated by Father Caswall Arr. by N. A. M. Con anima Hail to Thee, true Body sprung From 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'd Both 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 77 Page 78

No. 52 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory Pange Lingua gloriosi Tr. Rev. E. Caswall M. Haydn 1. Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, Of His Flesh the myst'ry sing; Of the Blood all price exceeding Shed by our immortal King, Destined, for the world's redemption, From a noble womb to spring, 2. Of a pure and spotless Virgin Born for us on earth below, He, as Man, with man conversing, Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow; Then He closed in solemn order Wonderously 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 Apostles Gives Himself with His own Hand. 4. Word made Flesh, the bread of nature By His word to Flesh He turns; Wine into His Blood He changes: What through sense no change discerns? Only be the heart in earnest, Faith her lesson quickly learns. Tantum ergo Sacramentum 5. Down in adoration falling, Lo! The sacred Host we hail; Lo! O'er ancient forms departing, Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith for all defects supplying, Where the feeble senses fail. 6. To the Everlasting Father, And the Son Who reigns on high, With the Holy Ghost proceeding Forth from Each eternally, Be salvation, honor, blessing, Might, and endless majesty. Amen. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 79 Page 80

No. 53 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Slowly 1. 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? Refrain Sweet Sacrament! We Thee adore! Oh, make us love Thee more and more. (Repeat refrain ad lib) 2. Had I but Mary's sinless heart To love Thee with my dearest King! Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise Thy 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 81 Page 82

No. 54 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Jesus, Food of Angels Communion Hymn Partendo dal Mondo Translated by Father E. Vaughan, C. S. S. R. Ch. Gounod Arr. by N. A. M. Andante Religioso 1. Jesus, food of angels, Monarch of the heart; Oh, that I could never From Thy Face depart! Yes, Thou ever dwellest Here 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 exile My delight shall be Ever to be near Thee Veiled for love of me. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 83

No. 55 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT O Jesus Christ, remember Gesu Sacramentato Father Caswall Nicola A. Montani With devotion 1. 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 Thee In Deity revealed, Who now upon this altar In silence art concealed; 2. Remember then, O Saviour, I supplicate of Thee, That here I bowed before Thee Upon 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 honor And glory of my days; Be Thou my consolation When death is drawing nigh; Be Thou my only treasure Through all eternity. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 84 Page 85

No. 56 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Wondrous love that cannot falter (Hymn of the Association of Perpetual Adoration) Tr. Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry Ch. Gounod Arr. by N. A. M. Andante con espressione 1. Wondrous love that cannot falter! Jesus in the Host doth dwell Day and night upon the Alter Near to those He loves so well. Refrain Low in endless worship bent, Praise the Blessed Sacrament. 2. Angel hosts are hushed in wonder And adore with folded wings: For the lowly Species under, Hidden lies the King of Kings. 3. Tho' the Heav'nly choir rejoices Praise and sing His loving ear Seeks the tribute of our voices: 'Tis for us He waiteth here! 4. All He hath in highest Heaven Veiled in the Host we see: And to us the care is given Of His wondrous poverty. 5. Bread of Angels! Who can measure All it means? this daily food And the daily granted treasure Of His sacrificial Blood? 6. Bending low in adoration Ever constant let us be, Making Jesus Reparation For the worlds in constancy. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 86 Page 87

No. 57 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT O Food to Pilgrims Given O Esca Viatorum 17th Century H. Isaak (1493) Translated by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D. Harmonized by J. S. Bach Slowly 1. O Food of pilgrims given, Bread of the hosts of Heaven Thou Manna of the sky! Feed with the blessed sweetness, Of Thy divine completeness The hearts that for Thee sigh. 2. O Fountain ruby glowing, O stream of love outflowing From Jesus' pierc-ed Side! This thought alone shall bless us This one desire possess us, To drink of Thy sweet tide. 3. We love Thee, Jesu tender Who hid'st Thine awful splendor Beneath these veils of grace: O let the veils be riven, And our clear eye in heaven Behold Thee face to face! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 88

No. 58 THE SACRED HEART O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God Lady G. Fullerton Nicola. A. Montani Moderato 1. O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God, O source of boundless love; By angels praised, by saints adored From 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 hard And full of selfish care; But in the Sacred Heart we find A 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 rest Of those who lay their weary heads Upon Thy sacred Breast. For love is stronger far than death, And who can love like Thee, My Saviour, Whose appealing Heart Broke on the Cross for me? Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 89 Page 90

No. 59 THE SACRED HEART Sacred Heart of Jesus, fount of love From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A .M. Slowly 1. 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. Refrain Sacred 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 91 Page 92

No. 60 THE SACRED HEART Jesus, Creator of the world (Auctor beate saeculi) Unison or two-part chorus Translated by Father Caswall J. d' Hooghe Andantino 1. Jesus, Creator of the world! Of all mankind Redeemed blest! True God of God! In Whom we see The Father's Image clear expressed. 2. Thee, Saviour, love alone constrain'd To make our mortal flesh Thine own; And as a second Adam come, For the first Adam to atone. 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 divine May 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 93 Page 94

No. 61 THE SACRED HEART To Jesus' Heart all burning Aloys Schlor Nicola A. Montani Slowly 1. To Jesus' Heart, all burning With fervent love for men, My heart with fondest yearning Shall raise its joyful strain. Refrain While ages course along, Blest be with the loudest song The Sacred Heart of Jesus By ev'ry heart and tongue! 2. Too true I have forsaken Thy love by wilful sin; Yet now let me be taken Back by Thy grace again. 3. As Thou art meek and lowly, And ever pure of heart, So may my heart be wholly Of Thine the counterpart, 4. O that to me were given The 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 dying I'll say I'm all Thine own. Page 95 Page 96

No. 62 THE SACRED HEART Heart of Jesus! golden chalice Processional Bishop Casartelli Ch. Gounod Arr. by N. A. M. Slowly with devotion 1. Heart of Jesus! golden chalice Brimming 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 honey From 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 Sharon Glist'ning with the dew of tears, All among the thorny prickles Lo! Thy blood-stained Head appears! Spread Thy fragrance all around us, Sweetly lulling all our fears! 4. Heart of Jesus! broken Vial Full 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. 63 THE SACRED HEART To Christ, the Prince of Peace Summi Panentis filio Processional Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani With Spirit 1. To Christ, the Prince of Peace, And Son of God most high, The Father of the world to come, Sing we with holy joy. Deep in His heart for us The wound of love He bore; That love, wherewith He still inflames The hearts that Him adore. 2. O Jesus! Victim blest! What else but love divine, Could Thee constrain to open thus That Sacred Heat of Thine? O Fount of endless life! O Spring of water clear! O Flame celestial cleansing all Who 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 Thee While endless ages run. Page 98

No. 64 THE SACRED HEART O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart (Cor Jesu, Cor purissimum) Translated by Father M. Russell, S. J. Traditional Melody Con anima 1. 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 fire With all the seraphim's desire, Till love a conflagration proved, Not yet wouldst Thou enough be loved. Page 99

No. 65 THE SACRED HEART O dearest Love divine Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D. Nicola A. Montani Andante devoto 1. 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 prove A love like Thine, sweet Love! 2. Who can requite the love Shown in the wondrous plan, Whereby the God above For me became a Man? Thou say'st "Give Me thy heart!" With it I freely part Hoping that it may prove A love like Thine, sweet Love! 3. Thy heart is opened wide That, freely ent'ring in, I may Thy guest abide, And new life begin. This doest Thou, to gain My love, and e'er retain: O may my answer prove A love like Thine, sweet Love! 4. Here in Thy Heart I find A 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. 66 THE SACRED HEART Sacred Heart! in accents burning Sacred Song Eleanor C. Donnelly (By permission) Ch. Gounod Adapted and arr. by N. A. Montani Moderato 1. Sacred Heart in accents burning Pour we forth our love of Thee; Here our hopes and here our yearnings Meet 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. Refrain Sacred 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 bringing All Thy thirsting children here, Where the living waters springing Tell 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 101 Page 102

No. 67 THE SACRED HEART All ye who seek a comfort sure (Old Office of the Sacred Heart) Translated by Father Caswall Nicola A. Montani Maestoso 1. All ye who seek a comfort sure In trouble and distress, Whatever sorrow vex the mind, Or guilt the soul oppress: Jesus, who gave Himself for you Upon the Cross to die, Opens to you His sacred Heart; Oh, to that Heart draw nigh! 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 Blood Which forth from Thee doth flow, New grace, new hope, inspire; a new And better heart bestow. Page 103 Page 104

No. 68 THE SACRED HEART A Message from the Sacred Heart Father M. Russell Nicola A. Montani Allegro Moderato 1. A message from the Sacred Heart; What may its message be? "My Child, My Child, give Me thy heart My Heart has bled for thee." This is the message Jesus sends To my poor heart today, And eager from His Throne He bends To hear what I shall say. 2. A message to the Sacred Heart; Oh, bear it back with speed; "Come, Jesus, reign within my heart Thy Heart is all I need." Thus, Lord, I'll pray until I share That home whose joy Thou art; No message, dearest Jesus, there, For heart will speak to heart. Page 105

No. 69 THE SACRED WOUNDS There is an everlasting home M. Bridges M. Mattoni Slowly 1. There is an everlasting home Where contrite souls may hide, Where death and danger dare not come The Saviour's side. 2. It was cleft of matchless love Open'd when He had died: When mercy hailed in worlds above That 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 blood From that dear Side. 5. There is the only fount of bliss, In joy and sorrow tried; No refuge for the heart like this A Saviour's Side. 6. Thither the Church, thro' all her days Points as a faithful guide; And celebrates with ceaseless praise That 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'n Through Jesus' Side. Page 106

No. 70 THE SACRED WOUNDS Hail, Rock of Ages (From the Hymn "There is an everlasting home" No. 69) M. Bridges Nicola A. Montani Moderato (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 flood The sin atoning tide, In streams of water and of blood From that dear Side. 3. There is the only fount of bliss, In joy and sorrow tried; No refuge for the heart like this A 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. 71 THE PRECIOUS BLOOD Hail, Jesus, hail! (Viva! Viva! Gesu) From the Italian by Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Con Spirito 1. Hail, Jesus, hail! Who for my sake Sweet 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 praise The Precious Blood, whose price could raise The world from wrath and sin; Whose streams our inward thirst appease, And heal the sinner's worst disease, If he but bathe therein, If he but bathe therein. 3. Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells Of Christ's own Sacred Blood, Excels Earth's best and highest bliss: Oh ministers of wrath divine Hurt not the happy hearts that shine With those red drops of His, With those red drops of His. 4. Ah! There is joy amid the saints, And hell's despairing courage faints When 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 108 Page 109

No. 72 THE PRECIOUS BLOOD Glory be to Jesus (Viva! Viva! Gesu) See also Hymn No. 18 Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Allegro modto 1. Glory be to Jesus, Who in bitter pains Poured for me the life-blood From His Sacred Veins. Grace and life eternal In that Blood I find; Blest be His compassion, Infinitely kind! 2. Blest thro' endless ages Be the precious stream, Which from endless torment Doth the world redeem! There the fainting spirit Drinks of life her fill; There, as in a fountain, Laves herself at will. 3. Abel's Blood for vengeance Pleading to the skies; But the Blood of Jesus For our pardon cries. Oft as it is sprinkled On our guilty hearts, Satan in confusion Terror-struck departs. 4. Oft as earth exulting Wafts 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 louder Praise the Precious Blood. Page 110

No. 73 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail, thou Star of ocean! Ave Maris Stella Translated by Father Caswall M. Taddei Andante religioso 1. Hail, thou start of the ocean! Portal of the sky, Ever Virgin Mother Of 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 Incarnate Did 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 Jesus We rejoice forever. 7. Thro' the highest Heaven, To the Almighty Three, Father Son, Holy Spirit, One same glory be. Page 111

No. 74 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother Star of the Sea Sister M. From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Slowly: with expression 1. 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! Refrain Mater 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 stealing Sinless 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 112 Page 113

No. 75 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Daily, daily sing to Mary (A) Omni die dic Mariae St. Casimir Translated by Father Bittlestone Traditional Melody Arr. by N. A. M. With spirit 1. Daily, daily sing of Mary, Sing, my soul, her praises due; All her feats, her actions worship With 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 given Noble lady! To our race: She, the Queen, who decks her subjects With 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 unending Sing the world's majestic Queen. Weary not nor faint in telling All the gifts she gives to men. 4. All my senses, heart, affections, Strive to sound her glory forth: Spread abroad the sweet memorials Of the Virgin's priceless worth: Where the voice of music thrilling, Where the tongue of eloquence, That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence? Page 114 Page 115

No. 76 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Daily, daily sing to Mary (B) St. Casimir Processional Father Bittlestone Nicola. A. Montani Allegre modto 1. Daily, daily sing of Mary, Sing, my soul, her praises due; All her feats, her actions worship With 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 given Noble lady! To our race: She, the Queen, who decks her subjects With the light of God's own grace. She, the Queen, who decks her subjects With 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 unending Sing the world's majestic Queen. Weary not nor faint in telling All the gifts she gives to men. Weary not nor faint in telling All the gifts she gives to men. 4. All my senses, heart, affections, Strive to sound her glory forth: Spread abroad the sweet memorials Of the Virgin's priceless worth: Where the voice of music thrilling, Where the tongue of eloquence, That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence? That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence? Page 116 Page 117

No. 77 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Mother of Mercy Mater Misericordiae Father Faber S. M. Yenn Andante religioso 1. Mother of mercy, day by day, My love of thee grows more and more; Thy gifts are strewn upon my way Like sands upon the great seashore. Thy gifts are strewn upon my way Like sands upon the great seashore. 2. Though poverty and work and woe The masters of my life may be, When times are worst who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? When times are worst who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? 3. But scornful men have coldly said Thy love was leading me from God; And yet in this I did but tread The very path my Saviour trod. And yet in this I did but tread The very path my Saviour trod. 4. They know but little of Thy worth Who speak the heartless words to me, For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 118 Page 119

No. 78 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail, all hail, great Queen of Heaven! Our Lady of Lourdes Processional (The melody of Hymn No. 76 "Daily, Daily" may be used with this text, with repetition of the last two lines of the refrain.) Traditional Melody (1750) "Pone luctum" With spirit 1. Hail! all hail, great Queen of Heaven! Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes, 'Neath whose care our weary exile Is from countless ills secured! Refrain Then let men and Angels praise thee For 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 beaming Thro' 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 unsealing Its 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 be transposed a full tone lower. Page 120 Page 121

No. 79 THE BLESSED VIRGIN O purest of creatures The Immaculate Conception Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Slowly 1. 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 we Look 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 122 Page 123

No. 80 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Whither thus, in holy rapture? Quo sanctus ardor te rapit The Visitation Translated by the Rev. E. Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Joyously 1. Wither thus in holy rapture, Royal maiden, art thou bent? Why so fleetly art thou speeding Up the mountain's rough ascent? Filled with th'Eternal Godhead! Glowing with the Spirit's flame! Love it is that bears the onward, And supports thy tender frame. 2. Lo thine aged cousin claims thee, Claims thy sympathy and care; God her shame from her hath taken, He hath heard her fervent pray'r. Blessed Mothers! Joyful meeting! Thou in her, the hand of God, She in thee, with lips inspired, Owns the Mother of her Lord. 3. As the sun, his face concealing, In a cloud withdraws from sight, So in Mary then lay hidden He Who is the world's true light. Honor, glory, virtue, merit, Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son! With the Father, and the Spirit, While eternal ages run. Page 124 Page 125

No. 81 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail Virgin, dearest Mary Queen of May S. M. Venn Moderato 1. Hail Virgin, dearest Mary! Our lovely Queen of May! A spotless, blessed Lady, Our lovely Queen of May. Thy children, humbly bending, Surround thy shrine so dear; With heart and voice ascending, Sweet Mary, hear our pray'r. 2. Behold earth's blossoms springing In beauteous form and hue. All nature gladly bring Her sweetest charms to you. We'll gather fresh, bright flowers, To bind our fair queen's brow; From gay and verdant bowers, We haste to crown thee now. 3. Hail Virgin, dearest Mary! Our lovely Queen of May, O spotless blessed Lady, Our lovely Queen of May. And now, our blessed Mother, Smile on our festal day; Accept our wreath of flowers, And be our Queen of May. By permission Copyright 1920 by S. M. Yenn Page 126

No. 82 THE BLESSED VIRGIN This is the image of the Queen Month of Mary Crowning Hymn Tr. Rev. E. Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N.A.M Joyously: Moderato 1. This is the image of the Queen Who reigns in bliss above; Of her who is the hope of men, Whom men and angels Love! Most holy Mary! at thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In this thy own sweet month of May, Dear Mother of my God, I pray, Do thou remember me. 2. This homage offered at the feet Of Mary's image here To Mary's self at once ascends Above the starry sphere. Most holy Mary! at thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In all my joy, in all my pain, O Virgin born without a stain, Do thou remember me. 3. How fair soever be the form Which here your eyes behold, Its beauty is by Mary's self Excell'd a thousand-fold. Most holy Mary! At thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In my temptations each and all From Eve derived in Adam's fall, Do thou remember me. 4. Sweet are the flowerets we have called This image to adorn; But sweeter far is Mary's self, That rose without a thorn! Most holy Mary! At thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; When on the bed of death I lie, By Him who did for sinners die, Do thou remember me. Page 127 Page 128

No. 83 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail! Holy Queen, enthroned above Salve Regina Mater Misericordiae Traditional Melody Salve Regina Coelitum Andante moderato 1. Hail, holy Queen, enthron'd above O Maria! Hail, Mother of Mercy and of Love! O Maria! Refrain Triumph, all ye Cherubim, Sing with us, ye Seraphim, Heav'n and earth resound the hymn: Salve, salve, salve Regina. 2. Our life, our sweetness here below, O Maria! Our hope in sorrow and in woe, O Maria! 3. To thee we cry, poor sons of Eve, O Maria! To thee we sigh, we mourn, we grieve. O Maria! 4. This earth is but a veil of tears, O Maria! A place of banishment, of fears, O Maria! 5. Turn then, most gracious Advocate, O Maria! T'wards us thine eyes compassionate, O Maria! 6. When this our exile is complete, O Maria! Show us thy Son, our Jesus sweet, O Maria! 7. O clement, gracious, Mother sweet, O Maria! O virgin Mary, we entreat, O Maria! Page 129 Page 130

No. 84 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail, Queen of heaven Ave, Regina coelorum Rev. Dr. Lingard Traditional Melody Moderato 1. Hail, Queen of Heav'n, the ocean star, Guide of the Wanderer here below, Thrown on life's surge, we claim thy care, Save us from peril and from woe. Mother of Christ, Star of the sea, Pray for the wanderer, pray for me. 2. O gentle, chaste, and spotless Maid, We sinners make our pray'rs thro' thee; Remind the Son that he has paid The price of our iniquity. Virgin, most pure, Star of the Sea, Pray for the sinner, pray for me. 3. Sojourners in this vale of tears, To thee, blest Advocate, we cry, Pity our sorrows, calm our fears, And soothe with hope our misery. Refuge in grief, Star of the Sea, Pray for the mourner, pray for me. 4. And while to Him Who reigns above, In God-head One, in Persons Three, The Source of life, of grace, of love, Homage we pay on bended knee Do thou, bright Queen, Star of the Sea, Pray for the children, pray for me. Page 131

No. 85 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Remember, holy Mary Memorare St. Bernard Tr. Rev. M. Russell, S.J. from a Slovak Hymnal Adapted by N.A.M. Moderato 1. Remember, Holy Mary, 'Twas never heard or known That any one who sought thee And made to thee his moan, That any one who hastened For shelter to thy care, Was ever yet abandoned And left to his despair. 2. And so to thee, my Mother, With filial faith I call, For Jesus dying gave thee As Mother to us all. To thee, O Queen of virgins, O Mother meek, to thee I run with trustful fondness, Like child to mother's knee. 3. See at thy feet a sinner, Groaning and weeping sore Ah! Throw thy mantle o'er me, And let me stray no more. Thy Son has died to save me, And from His throne on high His heart this moment yearneth For even such as I. 4. All, all His love remember, And oh! Remember too How prompt I am to purpose, How slow and frail to do. Yet scorn not my petitions, But patiently give ear, And help me, O my Mother, Most loving and most dear. Page 132 Page 133

No. 86 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail, full of grace and purity The Rosary The Joyful Mysteries Father Conway, O. P. Isabella Montani Moderato 1. The Annunciation: Humility. Hail full of grace and purity! Meek Handmaid of the Lord, Hail model of humility! Chaste Mother of the Word. 2. The Visitation: Charity to our neighbors. By that pure love which prompted thee To seek thy cousin blest, Pray that the fires of charity May burn within our breast. 3. The Birth of Christ: Poverty. This blessing beg, O Virgin Queen, From Jesus through His birth, By holy poverty to wean Our hearts from things of earth. 4. Presentation in the Temple: Obedience. Most Holy Virgin Maiden mild, Obtain for us, we pray, To imitate thy Holy Child, By striving to obey. 5. The finding of Our Lord: Love Him and His service. By thy dear Son, restored to thee, This grace for us implore, To serve our Lord most faithfully, And love Him more and more. 6. Concluding Verse. Queen of the Holy Rosary, With tender love look down, And bless the hearts that offer thee This chaplet for thy crown. Page 134 Page 135

No. 87 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hear thy children, gentlest Mother Children's Hymn to Our Lady Father Stanfield M. Haydn Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato 1. Hear thy children, gentlest Mother, Pray'rful hearts to thee arise; Hear us while our evening Ave Soars beyond the starry skies. Darkling shadows fall around us, Stars their silent watches keep; Hush the heart oppress'd with sorrow, Dry the tears of those who weep. 2. Hear, sweet Mother, hear the weary, Borne upon life's troubled sea; Gentle guiding Star of Ocean, Lead thy children home to thee. Still watch o'er us, dearest Mother, From thy beauteous throne above; Guard us from all harm and danger, 'Neath thy shelt'ring wings of love. Page 136