The Morn Had Spread Her Crimson Rays

The morn had spread her crimson rays,
When rang the skies with shouts of praise;
Earth joined the joyful hymn to swell,
That brought despair to vanquished hell.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

He comes victorious from the grave,
Who died our sinful souls to save;
He brings with Him to light of day
The saints who long imprisoned lay.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

Let hymns of joy to grief succeed:
We know that Christ is ris’n indeed;
We hear His white-robed angel’s voice,
And in our risen Lord rejoice.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

With Christ we died, with Christ we rose,
When at the font His name we chose;
Oh, nevermore let sin deface
Our souls enrobed in paschal grace.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

John G. Hacker, Catholic Hymnal (New York: Schwartz, Kirwin & Fauss, 1920).

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I Need Thee, Precious Jesus

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.

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.

I need Thee, sweetest Jesus,
In Thy Sacrament of Love;
To nourish this poor soul of mine,
With the 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.

Nicola A. Montani, St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book (Philadelphia: The St. Gregory Guild, 1920).

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Jesus, Thou Art Coming

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Nicola A. Montani, St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book (Philadelphia: The St. Gregory Guild, 1920).

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Divine Grace

O Jesu! my beloved King,
I give all thanks to thee,
Who by thy cross hast merited
Celestial grace for me.

In Adam rais’d to dignities
Transcendent and divine;
In Adam fallen from the bliss
That once in him was mine.

That grace to which my native strength,
Could never have attain’d,
That grace, O my Incarnate God,
In thee I have regain’d.

O gift of love! O gift immense!
Surpassing nature’s law;
What force to will and to perform
From this pure fount I draw.

By this how many passing acts,
Which else had been in vain,
Endued with meritorious power,
A prize eternal gain!

By this to me it open’d wide,
Through death’s inviting door,
A brighter world, a nobler realm
Than Adam lost of yore.

O Jesu! on whose grace alone
I by thy grace depend,
Grant me the grace to persevere
In grace unto the end.

Henry Formby, ed., First Series of Hymns and Songs for the Use of Catholic Schools and Families (London: Burns and Lambert, 1853).

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O Lord, I Am Not Worthy

Domine, non sum dignus

O Lord, I am not worthy
That Thou shouldst come to me,
But speak the word of comfort,
My spirit healed shall be.

I’m longing to receive Thee,
The Bridegroom of my soul,
No more by sin to grieve Thee,
Or flee Thy sweet control.

O Lord, Thou art all holy,
The angels Thee adore;
How, then, ought I sincerely
My wrongs and sins deplore!

But when Thou soon wilt enter
My heart, my sinful heart,
Then heal me, be my shelter,
For Thou my Saviour art.

Lord, how can I thank Thee
For such a gift as this?
A gift which truly filleth
My soul with heav’nly bliss!

I praise Thee, I extol Thee,
I love Thee, O my Sire,
Till once in joy and glory,
In heav’n I Thee admire.

The Marist Brothers, American Catholic Hymnal (New York: P. J. Kenedy & Sons, 1911).

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Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep

Pastor Amans
J. E. Leeson

Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep,
Keep me, Lord, in safety keep;
Nothing can Thy power 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.

Loving Shepherd, ever near,
Teach me still Thy voice to hear;
Suffer not my step to stray
From the straight and narrow way.

Where Thou leadest may I go,
Walking in Thy steps below,
There before Thy Father’s throne,
Jesus, claim me for Thine own.

The Marist Brothers, American Catholic Hymnal (New York: P. J. Kenedy & Sons, 1911).

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The Joys and Glories of Heaven

Who can paint that lovely city,
City of true peace divine,
Whose pure gates, forever open,
Each in pearly lustre shine,
Whose abodes of glory clear
Naught defiling cometh near?

There no stormy winter rages,
There no scorching summer glows;
But through one perennial springtide
Blooms the lily and the rose,
With the myrrh and balsam sweet,
And the fadeless violet.

There a paradisal perfume
Breathes upon the air serene;
There crystalline waters flowing
Keep the grass for ever green,
And the golden orchards show
Fruits that ne’er corruption know.

There no sun his circuit wheeleth,
There no moon or stars appear,
Thither night and darkness come not,
Death hath no dominion there;
But the Lamb’s pure beaming ray
Scatters round eternal day.

There the saints of God, resplendent
As the sun in all its might,
Ever more rejoice together,
Crowned with diadems of light,
And, from peril safe at last,
Beckon up their triumphs past.

Happy he who, with them seated,
Doth in all their glory share!
Oh, that I, my days completed,
Might be but admitted there!
There with them the praise to sing
Of my beauteous God and King.

The Parochial Hymn Book (London: Burns and Oates, 1883).

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