The Holy Angel Guardian

Kind Angel guardian, thanks to thee
For thy so watchful care of me;
Oh, lead me still in ways of truth,
Dear guide of childhood and of youth.

Kind Angel guardian, let my tears
Implore thee too for riper years;
Oh, keep me safe in wisdom’s way.
And bring me back if I should stray.

When angry passions fill my soul,
Subdue them to thy meek control;
Through good and ill, oh, ever be
A guide, a guard, a friend to me.

And when death’s hand shall seal mine eyes,
Oh, bear my spirit to the skies,
And teach me there my voice to raise
In hymns of never-ending praise.

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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Most Ancient of All Mysteries

Most Ancient of all mysteries,
Before thy throne we lie;
Have mercy now, most merciful,
Most Holy Trinity.

When heaven and earth were yet unmade,
When time was yet unknown,
Thou, in thy bliss and majesty,
Didst live and love alone.

Thou wert not born; there was no Fount
From which thy Being flowed;
There is no end which Thou canst reach,
But Thou art simply God!

How wonderful creation is,
The work which Thou didst bless:
And oh! what then must Thou be like,
Eternal Loveliness!

Most Ancient of all mysteries,
Still at thy throne we lie;
Have mercy now, most merciful,
Most Holy Trinity. Amen.

Alfred Young, The Catholic Hymnal (New York: The Catholic Publication Society Co., 1888).

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The Day of Praise Is Done

The day of praise is done,
The evening shadows fall;
Yet pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.

Around thy throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the skies
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire;
But oh! the strains, how full and clear
Of that Eternal Choir!

Yet, Lord, to thy dear will,
If Thou attune the heart,
We in thine angels’ music still
May bear an humble part.

‘Tis thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our daily life a psalm
Of glory to thy Name.

Shine Thou within us, then,
A Day that knows no end,
Till songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend. Amen.

Alfred Young, The Catholic Hymnal (New York: The Catholic Publication Society Co., 1888).

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Ye Dear-Bought Christians

Ye dear-bought Christians, come and sing
The paschal praises of your King,
The spotless Lamb who paid for you
The ransom to His Father due,
The ransom to His Father due.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

For you has dawned the Lord’s own day
To drive all grief and gloom away;
Your King has risen from the dead,
And all His foes are captive led,
And all His foes are captive led.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

Now sin and sorrow, death and pain
On Him have spent their might in vain;
No more should they your hearts appall,
For Christ has overcome them all,
For Christ has overcome them all.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

With faithful heart and gladsome voice
In Christ, your risen Lord, rejoice:
For He, Whose might o’ercame the grave,
Will all repentant sinners save,
Will all repentant sinners save.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

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

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My Guardian Angel

Bless me, befriend me,
Sweet Angel, I pray;
Watch me, defend me
By night and by day;
Shelter, enfold me
Within thy bright wings;
Guide me, uphold me
In life’s wanderings.
Beam on my gladness,
Thy joy I shall share;
Shine on my sadness,
And sorrow I’ll bear;
Go thou before me,
My path shall be clear;
Hover thou o’er me,
No foe shall I fear.

Angel so holy!
Whom God sends to me,
Sinful and lowly,
My Guardian to be,
Wilt thou not cherish
The child of thy care?
Let me not perish–
My trust is thy prayer.
Oh, may I never
Forget thou art near;
Keep–keep me ever
In love and in fear.
Waking and sleeping–
In labor and rest–
In thy sweet keeping
My life shall be blest.

Till my last sorrow
I’ll walk in thy light;
Till the tomorrow
Eternal and bright;
Till thy soft pinions
Shall waft me on high
To those dominions
More fair than the sky.
Bless me, befriend me,
Sweet Angel, I pray;
Watch me, defend me
By night and by day;
Shelter, enfold me
Within thy bright wings;
Guide me, uphold me
In life’s wanderings.

E. F. MacGonigle, The Sodalist’s Hymnal (Philadelphia: E. F. MacGonigle, 1887).

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“Ave Maria”

Now the live-long day is done, Ave Maria:
And the stars gleam one by one, Ave Maria:
Now from out the old church-tow’r
Tolls the restful ev’ning hour,
Save me from evil pow’r, Ave Maria.

So my life will speed away, Ave Maria:
So will fade my little day, Ave Maria:
Mother, when my passing hour
Tolls from out the old church-tow’r,
Help me by thy grace and pow’r, Ave Maria.

Brothers of the Christian Schools, The De La Salle Hymnal (New York: La Salle Bureau, 1913).

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My God and Father, While I Stray

My God and Father, while I stray,
Far from my home, on life’s rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done!

Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
But breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will be done!

What though in lonely grief I sigh,
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will be done!

Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized, it ne’er was mine;
I have but yielded what was thine;
Thy will be done!

Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine; and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
Thy will be done!

Let but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest;
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
Thy will be done!

Then, when I breathe on earth no more
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I’ll sing upon a happier shore,
Thy will be done! Amen.

Alfred Young, The Catholic Hymnal (New York: The Catholic Publication Society Co., 1888).

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