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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;
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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,
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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,
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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?
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?
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,
3.
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
I toss on a stormy sea,
O lift thy child as beacon high
To the port where I fain would be,
Then, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This do I ask of thee,
When the voyage is o'er, O stand on the shore
3.
Dear Saint I stand far off
With vilest sins oppressed;
Oh may I dare, like thee,
To lean upon His Brest?
His touch could heal the sick,
His voice could raise the dead!
Oh that my soul might be
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Then from the world's bewild'ring strife,
In peace she spent her holy life,
Teaching the organ to combine
With voice, to praise the Lamb divine,
Cecilia, with a two-fold crown
Adorned in Heav'n, we pray look down
Upon thy fervent votaries here
V. Kyrie eleison.
R. Christi eleison.
V. Pater noster.
V. Etne nos inducas in tentationem.
R. Sed libera nos a malo.
V. Manda Deus etc.
R. Confirma hoc Deus quod operatus es in eis.
V. Salvas fac etc.
R. Deus meus sperantes in te.
V. Esto nobis etc.
R. A facie inimici.
V. Nihil proficiat etc.
V. Et Filius iniquitatis non apponat nocere nobis.
V. Ora pro nobis etc.
R. Ut dignae efficiantur promissionibus Christi.
V. Domine exaudi etc.
R. Et clamor meus ad te veniat.
V. Dominus etc.
R. Et cum Spir...
V. Protector noster --- etc.
R. Et respice in faciem Christi tui.
V. Salvum fac --- etc.
R. Deus meus sperantem in te.
V. Mitte ei Domine --- etc.
R. Et de Sion tuere eum.
V. Nihil Proficat -- etc.
R. Et filius iniquitatis non opponat nocere ei.
V. Domine exaudi --- etc.
R. Et clamor meus ad te veniat.
V. Dominus Vobiscum.
R. Et cum Spiritu tuo. (Oremus etc.) Amen.
laudate, laudate eum omnes populi.
Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus;
et veritas Domini manet in aeternum.
Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto,
Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto,
Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper,
et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum.
By Lorenz, Edmund S. (Edmund Simon)
2 Gracious Lord! we love this day,
When we hear thy holy word;
When we sing thy praise, and pray,
Earth can no such joys afford;
But a better rest remains,
Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days,
Rest from sin, and rest from pains,
By Lorenz, Edmund S. (Edmund Simon)
2 Oh, tell us to earth's remotest bound,
God is love;
In Christ we have redemption found,
God is love;
His blood has washed our sins away,
His Spirit turned our night to day,
And now we can rejoice to say
By Lorenz, Edmund S. (Edmund Simon)
2 Who is this that comes in glory,
With the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies,
He has gained the victory;
He, who on the cross did suffer,
He, who from the grave arose,
He has vanquished sin and Satan,
By Lorenz, Edmund S. (Edmund Simon)
3 Thou hast raised our human nature,
On the clouds to God's right hand;
There we sit in heavenly places,
There with thee in glory stand;
Jesus reigns, adored by angels;
Man with God is on the throne;
Mighty Lord! in thine ascension,
By Lorenz, Edmund S. (Edmund Simon)
2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit
Into every troubled breast,
Let us all thy grace inherit;
Let us find thy promised rest;
Take away the love of sinning;
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning;
By Lorenz, Edmund S. (Edmund Simon)
4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
O, drive these dark clouds from my sky;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
By Lorenz, Edmund S. (Edmund Simon)
3 And then, nevermore shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose;
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!
By Lorenz, Edmund S. (Edmund Simon)
3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where darkest clouds have been;
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free;
My Savior has my treasure,