Chapter 6

3. To God the Father with the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One, Be glory while the ages flow, From all above and all below.

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No. 108

SAINTS, St. Vincent de Paul

O blessed Father sent by God

Father Faber Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1. O blessed Father! Sent by God His mercy to dispense, Thy hand is out o'er all the earth, Like God's own providence. There is no grief nor care of men, Thou dost not own for thine, No broken heart thou dost not fill With mercy's oil and wine.

2. Thy miracles are works of love, Thy greatest is to make Room in a day for toils that weeks In other men would take. All cries of suff'ring thro' the earth Upon thy mercy call, As tho' thou wert, like God himself, A Father unto all.

3. Dear Saint not in the wilderness Thy fragrant virtues bloom, But in the city's crowded haunts, The alley's cheerless gloom. When hunger hid itself to die, Where guilt in darkness dwelt, Thy pleasant sunshine can by stealth Thy hand and heart were felt.

4. For charity anointed thee O'er want and woe and pain; And she hath crowned thee emperor Of all her wide domain. Vincent! Like Mother Mary, thou Art no one's patron saint; Eyes to the blind, health to the sick, And life to those who faint.

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No. 109

SAINTS, Feasts of Virgins

Dear Crown of all the Virgin-choir Jesu, corona Virginum

For Unison, or Two-Part Chorus of Equal Voices Translated by Father Caswall P. Piel

Moderato

1. Dear Crown of all the Virgin-choir That holy Mother's Virgin Son! Who is, alone of womankind, Mother and Virgin both in one.

2. Encircles by thy Virgin band, Amid the lilies Thou art found; For thy pure brides with lavish hand Scatt'ring immortal graces round.

3. And still whatever Thou dost bend Thy lovely steps, O glorious King, Virgins upon Thy steps attend, And hymns to Thy glory sing.

4. Keep us, O Purity divine, From ev'ry least corruption free; Our ev'ry sense from sin refine, And purify our souls for Thee.

5. To God the Father, and the Son, All honor, glory, praise be giv'n; With Thee, coequal Paraclete! Forevermore in earth and Heav'n.

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No. 110

SAINTS, Feasts of Apostles

Now let the earth with joy resound Exsultet orbis gaudiis

Translated by Father Caswall Lachmannov Spevnicek Arr. by N. A. M.

Joyously and with animation (alla breve)

1. Now let the earth with joy resound; And Heav'n the chant re-echo round; Nor Heav'n nor earth too high can raise The great Apostles' glorious praise.

2. O ye who, throned in glory dread, Shall judge the living and the dead! Lights of the world forevermore! To you the suppliant pray'r we pour.

3. So when the world is at its end, And Christ to judgement shall descend, May we be called these joys to see Prepared from all eternity.

4. Praise to the Father, with the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One; As ever was in ages past, And so shall be while ages last.

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No. 111

ANGELS

Hark! hark! my soul

The Pilgrims of the Night Father Faber Nicola A. Montani

Moderato (alla breve)

1. Hark! Hark! My soul! Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life where sin shall be no more!

Refrain Angels of Jesus! Angels of light! Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night.

2. Darker than night life's shadows fall around us, And, like benighted men, we miss our mark; God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely found us, Ere death finds out his victims in the dark.

3. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea; And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd! Turn their weary steps to Thee.

4. Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, Till life's long night shall break in endless love.

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No. 112

ANGELS

Dear Angel! ever at my side

The Guardian Angel Father Faber Nicola A. Montani

Semplice

1. Dear angel! Ever at my side, How loving must thou be, To leave thy home in Heav'n To guide a sinful child like me.

2. Thy beautiful and shining face, I see not, tho' so near; The sweetness of thy soft low voice Too deaf am I to hear.

3. But when, dear Spirit, I kneel down, Both morn and nigh to pray'r, Something there is within my heart, Which tells me thou art there.

4. Oh! When I pray thou prayest too, Thy pray'r is all for me; But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, But watchest patiently.

5. Then, for thy sake, dear Angel! now More humble will I be: But I am weak, and when I fall, O weary not of me.

6. Then love me, love me, Angel dear! And I will love thee more; And help me when my soul is cast Upon th'eternal shore.

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No. 113

THE HOLY SOULS

Help, Lord, the Souls which Thou hast made

The Faithful departed Cardinal Newman From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante

1. Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made, The souls to Thee so dear, In prison for the debt unpaid, Of sins committed here.

2. These holy souls, they suffer on Resigned in heart and will, Until The high behest is done, And justice has its fill.

3. For daily falls, for pardoned crime They joy to undergo The shadow of Thy Cross sublime, The remnant of Thy woe.

4. Oh, by their patience of delay, Their hope amid their pain, Their sacred zeal to burn away Disfigurement and stain.

5. Oh, by their fire of love, not less In keenness than in flame, Oh, by their very helplessness, Oh, by Thy own great Name.

6. Good Jesus, help! Sweet Jesus, aid The souls to Thee most dear, In prison for the debt unpaid Of sins committed here.

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No. 114

THE HOLY SOULS

Ye Souls of the Faithful O vos fideles animae

Tr. by Father Caswall from an Italian Hymn Book Arr. by N. A. M.

Moderato

1. Ye souls of the faithful, who sleep in the Lord, Who yet are shut out from your final reward: O! would I could lend you assistance to fly From prison below to your palace on high.

2. O Father of mercies, Thine anger withhold; These works of Thy Hand in Thy mercy behold: Too oft from Thy path they have wandered aside, But Thee, their Creator, they never denied.

3. O tender Redeemer, their misery see: Deliver the souls that were ransomed by Thee: Behold how they love Thee, despite of their pain: Restore them, restore them to favor again.

4. O Spirit of Grace, Thou Consoler divine, See how for Thy presence they longingly pine, To lift, to enliven their sadness, descend; And fill them with peace and with joy in the end.

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No. 115

THE HOLY SOULS

O turn to Jesus, Mother, turn

Father Faber From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M.

Lento

1. O turn to Jesus, Mother! Turn, And call Him by His tenderest names; Pray for Holy Souls that burn This hour amid the cleansing flames.

2. Ah! They have fought a gallant fight; In death's cold arms they persevered; And after life's uncherry night, The arbour of their rest is neared.

3. They are the children of thy tears; Then hasten, Mother, to their aid; In pity think each hour appears An age while glory is delayed.

4. O Mary, let thy Son no more His lingering Spouses thus expect: God's children to their God restore, And to the Spirit His elect.

5. Pray, then, as thou hast ever prayed; Angels and souls, all look to thee; God waits thy pray'rs, for He hath made Those pray'rs His law of charity.

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No. 116

THE HOLY SOULS

Unto him, for whom this day

Recessional Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D. Nicola A. Montani

Andante religioso (non troppo lento)

1. Unto him, for whom, this day; Juste judex ultionis We in love and pity pray; Donum fac remissionis

Refrain Pie Jesu Domine, Dona ei requiem.

2. When at Judgement he shall stand, Rex tremendae majestatis, Grant him what Thy love hath planned, Qui salvandos salvas gratis.

3. He hath fought the gallant fight Inter oves locum praesta, Lead Him on to Heaven's light Statuens in parte dextra.

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No. 117

THE HOLY SOULS

Out of the depths De Profundis

S. Webbe

With devotion

1. Out of the depths to Thee, O Lord, I cry, Lord! Gracious turn Thine ear to suppliant sigh; If sins of men Thou scann'st, who may stand That searching eye of Thine, and chast'ning hand?

2. Oh, bear our pray'rs and sighs, Redeemer blest, And grant Thy holy souls eternal rest And let perpetual light upon them shine; For tho' not spotless, still these souls are Thine.

3. To be appeased in wrath, dear Lord, is Thine; Thou mercy with Thy justice canst combine; Thy blood our countless stains can wash away: This is Thy, law our hope and steadfast stay.

4. This God Himself shall come from Heav'n above, The Christ! The God of mercy and of love! He comes, He comes! The God Incarnate He! And by His glorious death makes all men free!

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No. 118

HEAVEN

Jerusalem the Golden Urbs Sion aurea

Bernard of Cluny J. Grabowski Translated by J. M. Neale Arr. by N. A. M.

Con Moto

1. Jerusalem the Golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest; I know not--Oh, I know not What joys await us there; What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare.

2. They stand, those Halls of Sion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an Angel, And all the Martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, His light is always seen; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.

3. There is the throne of David, And bliss without alloy; The shout of them that triumph, The song of festal joy; And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.

4. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! Jesu, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest.

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No. 119

HEAVEN

Jerusalem, my happy home

L. Anderson, S. J. From an Italian Hymnal

Modrato (alla breve)

1. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have and end? Thy joys when shall I see?

2. O happy harbor of the Saints, O sweet and pleasant soil: In thee no sorrow may be found. No grief, no care, no toil.

3. There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears not sway, There is no hunger, heat or cold But pleasure ev'ry way.

4. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same, Partaker, aye to be.

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No. 120

HEAVEN

O Paradise! O Paradise!

Father Faber From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M.

Moderato

1. O Paradise! O Paradise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land, Where they that loved are blest:

Refrain Where loyal hearts and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture thro' and thro' In God's most holy sight?

2. O Paradise! O Paradise! The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold;

3. O Paradise! O Paradise! 'Tis weary waiting here; I long to be where Jesus is, To feel, to see Him near;

4. O Paradise! O Paradise! I want to sin no more; I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore;

5. O Paradise! O Paradise! I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord In love prepares for me;

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No. 121

THE CHURCH

Faith of our Fathers Fideles ad mortem

Father Faber Nicola. A. Montani

Maestoso, ben marcato

1. Faith of our Fathers: living still In spite of dungeon, fire and sword; Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious word.

Refrain Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith! We will be true to thee till death.

2. Our Fathers, chained in prisons dark, Were still in heart and conscience free: How sweet would be their children's fate, If they, like them, could die for thee!

3. Faith of our Fathers! We will love Both friend and foe in all our strife: And preach thee too, as love knows how By kindly words and virtuous life:

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No. 122

THE CHURCH

Long Live the Pope

Hymn for the Pope Rt. Rev. Msgr. Hugh T. Henry, Litt. D. H. G. Ganss

Maestoso

1. Long live the Pope! His praises sound again and yet again: His rule is over space and time; His throne the hearts of men: All hail! The Shepherd King of Rome, The theme of loving song: Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong. Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong.

2. Beleaguered by the foes of earth, Beset by hosts of hell, He guards the loyal flock of Christ, A watchful sentinel: And yet, amid the din and strife, The clash of mace and sword, He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord, He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord.

3. His signet is the Fisherman's; No sceptre does he bear; In meek and lowly majesty He rules from Peter's Chair: And yet from ev'ry tribe and tongue, From clime and zone, Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne, Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne,

4. Then raise the chant, with heart and voice, In church and school and home: "Long live the Shepherd of the Flock! Long live the Pope of Rome!" Almighty Father, bless his work, Protect him in his ways, Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days," Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days."

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No. 123

THE CHURCH

Blest is the Faith

Father Faber Nicola A. Montani

Maestoso

1. Blest is the Faith, divine and strong Of thanks and praise and endless fountain, Whose life is one perpetual song, High up the Saviour's holy mountain.

Refrain Oh, Sion's songs are sweet to sing, With melodies of gladness laden; Hark! how the harps of angels ring, Hail! Son of Man! Hail Mother Maiden

2. Blest is the Hope that holds to God, In doubt and darkness still unshaken, And sings along the heav'nly road, Sweetest when most it seem forsaken.

3. Blest is the Love that cannot love Aught that earth gives of best and brightest; Whose raptures thrill like saints' above, Most when its earthly gifts are lightest.

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No. 124

FOR CHILDREN

Hear Thy Children, gentle Jesus

Father Stanfield M. Haydn Arr. by N. A. M.

Animato

1. Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus, While we breath our daily prayer, Save us from all harm and danger, Take us 'neath Thy shelt'ring care. Save us from the wiles of Satan, 'Mid the lone and sleepful night, Sweetly may bright Guardian Angels Keep us 'neath their watchful sight.

2. Gentle Jesus, look in pity, From Thy great white throne above; All the night Thy Heart is wakeful, In Thy Sacrament of love. Shades of even fast are falling, Day is fading into gloom, When the shades of death fall 'round us, Lead Thine exiled children home.

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No. 125

FOR CHILDREN

Little King, so fair and sweet

School Hymn S.N.D. From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M.

Unison

1. Little King, so fair and sweet, See us gathered at Thy feet: Be Thou Monarch of our school, It shall prosper 'neath Thy rule. We will be Thy subjects true, Brave to suffer, brave to do; All our hearts to Thee we bring, Take them, keep them, little King.

2. Raise Thy little hand to bless All our childhood's happiness; Bless our sorrow and our pain, That each cross may be our gain. Be Thine own sweet childhood, Lord, Sanctify each though and word, Set Thy seal on ev'ry thing Which we do, O little King.

3. Be our Teacher when we learn, All the hard to easy turn; Be our Playmate when we play, So we shall indeed be gay. Keep us happy, keep us pure, While our childhood shall endure, All its days to Thee we bring, Bless them guard them, little King.

4. And when holidays have come, Call Thy children to Thy home, In that gentle voice of Thine, Which we know, sweet Child divine. At the gate, oh, meet us thus, As we loved Thee--Child like us; Stretch Thine hands in welcoming To Thine own, O little King.

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No. 126

FOR CHILDREN The Infant Jesus

When Blossoms flowered 'mid the snows

A Christmas Carol For Unison Chorus (Gesu Bambino) Frederick H. Martens Pietro A. Yon Copyright 1917 by J. Fischer & Bro. By permission of J. Fischer & Bro. Owners of Copyright British Copyright Secured

Andante mosso

1. When blossoms flowered 'mid the snows Upon a winter night, Was born the Child, the Christmas Rose, The King of Love and Light. The angels sang, the shepherds sang The grateful earth rejoiced; And at His blessed birth the stars Their exultation voiced.

Refrain O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

2. Again the heart with rapture glows To greet the holy night, That gave the world its Christmas Rose, Its King of Love and Light. Let ev'ry voice acclaim His name, The grateful chorus swell. From paradise to earth He came That we with Him might dwell.

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No. 127

FOR CHILDREN The Infant Jesus

Dear little One! how sweet Thou art

Christmas For additional Children's Hymn see No. 87

Father Faber Nicola A. Montani

Andante

1. Dear little One! How sweet Thou art, Thine eyes, how bright they shine; So bright, they almost seem to speak When Mary's look meets Thine!

2. How faint and feeble is Thy cry, Like plaint of harmless dove, When Thou dost murmur in Thy Sleep Of sorrow and of love.

3. When Mary bids Thee sleep Thou sleep'st, Thou wakest when she calls; Thou art content upon her lap, Or in the rugged stalls.

4. Saint Joseph takes Thee in his arms, And smoothes Thy little cheek, Thou lookest up in to his face So helpless and so meek.

5. Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, A thing of smiles ands tears; Yet Thou art God, and Heav'n and earth Adore Thee with their fears.

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No. 128

HOLY COMMUNION Acts of Faith, Hope and Contrition

Great God, whatever through Thy Church

From a Slovak Hymnal

Maestoso

1. Faith Great God, whatever thro' Thy Church Thou teachest to be true, I firmly do believe it all, And will confess it, too. Thou never canst deceived be, Thou never canst deceive, For Thou art truth itself, and Thou Dost tell me to believe.

2. Hope My God, I firmly hope in Thee, For Thou art great and good; Thou gavest us Thine only Son To die upon the Rood. I hope thro' Him for grace to live As Thy commandments teach, And thro' Thy mercy, when I die The joys of Heav'n to reach.

3. Love With all my heart and soul and strength, I love Thee, O my Lord, For Thou art perfect, and all things Were made by Thy blest Word. Like me to Thine own image made, My neighbor Thou didst make, And as I love myself, I love My neighbor for Thy sake.

4. Contrition Most Holy God, my very soul With grief sincere is mov'd, Because I have offended Thee, Whom I should e'er have lov'd. Forgive me, Father; I am now Resolved to sin no more, And by Thy holy grace to shun What made me sin before.

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No. 129

HOLY COMMUNION

O Lord, I am not worthy

Nicola A. Montani

Lento con espressione

1. O Lord, I am not worthy That Thou shoud'st come to me; But speak the words of comfort, My spirit healed shall be.

2. And humbly I'll receive Thee, The Bridegroom of my soul, No more by sin to grieve Thee, Or fly Thy sweet control.

3. O Mighty Eternal Spirit Unworthy tho' I be Prepare me to receive Him And trust the Word to me.

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No. 130

HOLY COMMUNION

Jesus, Thou art coming

Acts before Communion From a Slovak Hymnal

Moderato

1. Jesus Thou art coming, Holy as Thou art Thou the God who made me, To my sinful heart. Jesus, I believe it On Thy only word; Kneeling I adore Thee As my King and Lord.

2. Who am I, my Jesus, That Thou com'st to me? I have sinned against Thee, Often, grievously; I am very sorry I have caused Thee pain; I will never, never, Wound Thy Heart again.

3. Trust

Put Thy kind arms round me, Feeble as I am; Thou art my Good Shepherd, I, Thy little lamb; Since Thou comest, Jesus, Now to be my Guest, I can trust Thee always, Lord, for all the rest.

4. Love and Desire

Dearest Lord, I love Thee, With my whole, whole heart, Not for what Thou givest, But for what Thou art. Come, oh, come, sweet Saviour! Come to me, and stay, For I want Thee, Jesus, More than I can say.

5. Offering and Petition

Ah! What gift or present, Jesus, can I bring? I have nothing worthy Of my God and King; But Thou art my Shepherd, I, Thy little lamb; Take myself, dear Jesus, All I have and am.

6. Take my body, Jesus, Eyes, and ears, and tongue; Never let them, Jesus Help to do Thee wrong. Take my heart, and fill it Full of love for Thee; All I have I give Thee, Give Thyself to me.

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No. 131

HOLY COMMUNION

Jesus, Jesus come to me

Hymn before Communion

For additional Communion Hymns see Nos. 49, 51, 54, and Hymns in honor of the Blessed Sacrament. See also "Acts," Nos. 128, 129, 130, 145,

Tr. Sister Jeanne Marie Traditional Melody

Slowly

1. Jesus, Jesus, come to me, All my longing is for Thee, Of all friends the best Thou art, Make of me Thy counterpart.

2. Jesus, I live for Thee, Jesus, I die for Thee, I belong to Thee, For-e're in life and death.

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No. 132

CONFIRMATION

My God, accept my heart this day

M. Bridges Nicola. A. Montani

Slowly with devotion

1. My God, accept my heart this day, And make it always Thine, That I from Thee no more may stray, No more from Thee decline.

2. Before the cross of Him who dies, Behold I prostrate fall; Let ev'ry sin be crucified, Let Christ be all in all.

3. Anoint me with Thy heav'nly grace, Adopt me for Thine own, That I may see Thy glorious face And worship at Thy throne.

4. May the dear blood, once shed for me, My best atonement prove; That I from first to last may be The purchase of Thy love!

5. Let ev'ry thought, and work, and word, To Thee be ever giv'n Then life shall be Thy service, Lord, And death the gate of heav'n!

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No. 133

MISSIONS

Jesus, my Lord! behold at length the time

Act of Contrition Bishop Chadwick Traditional Melody

Moderato

1. Jesus, my Lord! Behold at length the time When I resolve to turn away from crime. Oh pardon me, Jesus: Thy mercy I implore; I will never more offend Thee;

2. Since my poor soul Thy precious Blood has cost Suffer it not forever to be lost. Oh pardon me, Jesus: Thy mercy I implore; I will never more offend Thee; no, never more.

3. Kneeling in tears, behold me at Thy feet Like Magdalene, forgiveness I entreat. Oh pardon me, Jesus: Thy mercy I implore; I will never more offend Thee;

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No. 134

MISSIONS

God of mercy and compassion

Rev. E. Vaughan Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1. God of mercy and compassion! Look with pity upon me; Father! Let me call Thee Father, 'Tis Thy child returns to Thee.

Refrain Jesus, Lord, I ask for mercy; Let me not implore in vain; All my sins I now detest them, Never will I sin again.

2. By my sins I have abandoned Right and claim to Heav'n above, Where the Saints rejoice forever In a boundless sea of love.

3. See our Saviour, bleeding, dying, On the Cross of Calvary; To the Cross my sins have nailed Him, Yet He bleeds and dies for me.

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No. 135

GENERAL

Jesus, ever-loving Saviour

Hymn for a Happy Death Franz Schubert Arr. by N. A. M.

1. Jesus, ever loving Saviour, Thou didst live and die for me, Living, I will live to love Thee, Dying, I will die for Thee, Jesus! Jesus! By Thy death and sorrow, Help me in my agony.

2. When the last dread hour approaching Fills my guilty soul with fear; All my sins rise up before me, All my virtues disappear. Jesus! Jesus! Turn not Thou in anger from me, Mary, Joseph, then be near.

3. Mary, thou canst not forsake me, Virgin mother undefiled; Thou didst not abandon Jesus Dying, tortued and reviled. Jesus! Jesus! Send Thy Mother to console me: Mary, help Thy guilty child!