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THE MORN HAD SPREAD HER CRIMSON RAYS (EASTER HYMN)

THE MORN HAD SPREAD HER CRIMSON RAYS (EASTER HYMN)

The morn had spread her crimson rays,

When rang the skies with shouts of praise;

Earth joined the joyful hymn swell,

That brought despair to vanquished hell.

 

He comes victorious from the grave,

The Lord omnipotent to save,

And brings with him the light of day

The Saints who long imprisoned lay.

 

Vain is the cavern’s threefold ward –

The stone, the seal, the armed guard;

O death, no more thine arm we fear,

The Victor’s tomb is now thy bier.

 

Enough of death, enough of tears,

Enough of sorrows and of fears!

O hear yon white-robed Angel cry,

“Death’s Conqueror lives, no more to die.”

 

With Christ we died, with Christ we rose,

When at the font his name we chose;

O let not sin our robes defile,

And turn to grief the Paschal smile.

 

To God the Father let us sing,

To God the Son, our risen King,

And equally let us adore

The Spirit, God forevermore.

Amen.

 

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WHY, IMPIOUS HEROD (EPIPHANY HYMN)

WHY, IMPIOUS HEROD (EPIPHANY HYMN)

Why, impious Herod, vainly fear

That Christ the Saviour cometh here?

He takes no earthly realms away

Who gives the crown that lasts for aye.

 

To greet his birth the Wise Men went,

Led by the star before them sent;

Called on by light, towards light they pressed,

And by their gifts their God confessed.

 

In Holy Jordan’s purest wave

The heavenly Lamb vouchsafed to lave;

That he, to whom was sin unknown,

Might cleanse his people from their own.

 

New miracle of power divine!

The water reddens into wine:

He spake the word: and poured the wave

In other streams than nature gave.

 

All glory, Lord, to thee we pay

For thine Epiphany today;

All glory, as is ever meet,

To Father and the Paraclete.

Amen.

 

V.  The Kings of Tharsis and the Isles shall offer presents. R. The Kings of the Arabians and of Saba shall bring gifts.

– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 

 

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BRIGHT BUILDER OF THE HEAVENLY POLES (ADVENT HYMN)

BRIGHT BUILDER OF THE HEAVENLY POLES (ADVENT HYMN)

Bright Builder of the heavenly poles,

Eternal light of faithful souls,

Jesus, Redeemer of mankind,

Our humble prayers vouchsafe to mind:

 

Who, lest the fraud of hell’s mean king

Should all men to destruction bring,

Didst, by an act of generous love,

The fainting world’s physician prove.

 

Thou, that thou mightst our ransom pay

And wash the stains of sin away,

Didst from a Virgin’s womb proceed

And on the Cross a Victim bleed.

 

Thy glorious power, thy saving name

No sooner any voice can frame,

but heaven and earth and hell agree

To honour them with trembling knee.

 

Thee, Christ, who at the latter day

Shalt be our Judge, we humbly pray

Such arms of heavenly grace to send

As may thy Church from foes defend.

 

Be glory given and honour done

To God the Father and the Son

And to the Holy Spirit on high,

From age to age eternally.

Amen.

 

– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 

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O FOR THY SPIRIT (HYMN)

O FOR THY SPIRIT (HYMN)

O for thy spirit, holy John, to chasten

Lips sin-polluted, fettered tongues to loosen;

So by thy children might thy deeds of wonder

Meetly be chanted.

 

Lo! a swift herald, from the skies descending,

Bears to thy father’s promise of thy greatness;

How he shall name thee, what thy future story,

Duly revealing.

 

Scarcely believing message so transcendent,

Him for season power of speech forsaketh,

Till, at thy wondrous birth, again returneth

Voice to the voiceless.

 

Thou, in thy mother’s womb all darkly cradled,

Knewest thy Monarch, biding in his chamber,

Whence the two parents, through their children’s merits,

Mysteries uttered.

 

Praise to the Father, to the Sole-begotten,

And to the Spirit, equal power possessing,

One God whose glory, through the lapse of ages,

Ever resoundeth.

Amen.

 

– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 
 

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O GLORY OF THE POLISH RACE (HYMN)

O GLORY OF THE POLISH RACE (HYMN)

O glory of the Polish race,

O splendour of the priestly band,

Whose lore did thy Lyceum grace,

John, father of the fatherland.

 

The law of the supernal will

Thou teachest both in word and deed;

Knowledge is naught – we must fulfill

In works, not barren words, our creed!

 

On foot to Apostolic Rome

Thy pilgrim spirit joyful hied;

Oh, to our everlasting home

The path declare, our footsteps guide!

 

Again, in Sion’s holy street,

Anew thou wet’st with tearful flood

The pathway of the Saviour’s feet

Erst wet with His redeeming Blood.

 

O sweet and bitter wounds of Christ,

Deep in our hearts imprinted stay,

That the blest fruit the sacrificed

Redeemer gained, be ours for aye!

 

Then let the world obeisance due

Perform, O God, to thy high will;

And let our souls, by grace made new,

Sing to thee a new canticle!

 

From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 

 
 

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WHEN THOU DOST PRAY THY MIGHTY PRAYER (HYMN)

WHEN THOU DOST PRAY THY MIGHTY PRAYER (HYMN)

When thou dost pray thy mighty prayer,

Disorders flee, and plagues abate,

And bodies, wasting in disease,

Regain at once their healthful state.

 

When phthisis, fevers, ulcers dire,

Have brought men to their latest breath,

When they are mourned as victims doomed,

Thou tak’st them from the jaws of death.

 

Thou pray’st; and goods, which down the stream

Are hurried on at headlong pace,

Drown by the mighty hand of God,

Float upwards, and their source retrace.

 

Do thou, who canst such wonders work,

Now from thy throne in heaven deign

To listen to our suppliant prayers,

That we may answering help obtain.

 

O Trinity forever One,

O Unity forever Trine,

That we may gain eternal joys,

To Cantius’ prayer thine ear incline.

Amen.

 

From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 
 

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TERESA’S SPIRIT ON THIS DAY (HYMN)

TERESA’S SPIRIT ON THIS DAY (HYMN)

Teresa’s spirit on this day

In beauty took its upward way,

Pure as a white and shining dove,

To heaven’s holy house above.

 

She heard the Bridegroom’s joyful cry:

Come, Sister, come from Carmel high

The marriage of the Lamb to share;

Receive thy crown of glory there.

 

O Jesus, Bridegroom of the Blest,

By all the Virgins’ choir confessed,

To thee forevermore belong

Their worship and their marriage song.

Amen.

 

– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 

 
 

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O HERALD OF THE HEAVENLY KING (HYMN)

O HERALD OF THE HEAVENLY KING (HYMN)

O herald of the heavenly King,

She left her father’s house to bring

Her message, Christ, to foreign lands,

Or shed her blood upon their sands.

 

But kindlier death, Teresa waits

To claim thee. Love, that compensates

The longing heart, will wound and smite

Thee down, yet all thy love requite.

 

O sacrifice of love divine,

Set all our hearts on fire, like thine;

And pray that we may be kept free

From flames of hell, who call on thee.

 

Praise to the Father, with the Son

And Paraclete, forever One:

To thee, O Holy Trinity,

Be praise for all eternity.

Amen.

 

– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 
 

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TO BE THE LAMB’S CELESTIAL BRIDE (HYMN)

TO BE THE LAMB’S CELESTIAL BRIDE (HYMN)

To be the Lamb’s celestial bride

Is Juliana’s one desire;

For this she quits her father’s home,

And leads the sacred virgin choir.

 

By day, by night, she mourns her Spouse

Nailed to the Cross, with ceaseless tears;

Till in herself, through very grief,

The image of that Spouse appears.

 

Like him, all wounds, she kneels transfixed

Before the Virgin Mother’s shrine;

And still the more she weeps, the more

Mounts up the flame of love divine.

 

That love so deep the Lord repaid

His handmaid on her dying bed;

When, with the food of heavenly life,

By miracle her soul he fed.

 

All praise to thee, O Maker blest!

Praise to the everlasting Son;

Praise to the mighty Paraclete

While ages upon ages run.

Amen.

 

– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 

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E’EN HEAVEN ITSELF GOD SET ASIDE (HYMN)

E’EN HEAVEN ITSELF GOD SET ASIDE (HYMN)

E’en heaven itself God set aside

In Maiden Mother to abide,

To clothe himself in earthly clay,

Our Ransomer, for men to slay.

 

The Maiden  brought him forth to light

To save us from our sorry plight;

He bought us with his very Blood

On Cross ‘mid pain in cruel flood.

 

May joyful hope, – a welcome guest,

Drive terror forth from every breast:

Our tears and prayers the Son will heed

If Mother for us intercede.

 

The Son accepts the Mother’s prayer;

Where rest her wishes, his are there.

Then let us love her each and all

And in the strife upon her call.

 

Be glory to the Three-in-One

Who ‘riched the Virgin with the Son;

To God in heaven let earth upraise

Through age on age a hymn of praise.

Amen.

 

– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964

 

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