No. 39
THE HOLY TRINITY
Holy God, we praise Thy Name
Te Deum Laudamus
Translated by Rev. Clarence Walworth (1820-1900)
Melody from the "Katholisches Gesangbuch" (1775)
Maestoso
1.
Holy God, we praise Thy Name,
Lord of all, we bow before Thee;
All on earth Thy sceptre claim;
All in heav'n above adore Thee,
Infinite Thy vast domain,
Everlasting is Thy reign,
2.
Hark! The loud celestial hymn,
Angel choirs above are raising!
Cherubim and Seraphim
In unceasing chorus praising;
Fill the Heav'ns with sweet accord;
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
3.
Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee,
While in essence only One,
Undivided God we claim Thee;
And adoring bend the knee,
While we own the mystery.
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No. 40
THE HOLY TRINITY
Full of Glory, full of wonders
Processional
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Allegro moderato
1.
Full of glory, full of wonders,
Majesty Divine
'Mid Thine everlasting thunders
How Thy lightnings shine!
Shoreless Ocean! Who shall sound Thee?
Thine own eternity is round Thee,
Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine!
2.
Timeless, spaceless, single, lonely,
Yet sublimely Three,
Thou art grandly, always, only
God in Unity!
Lone in grandeur, lone in glory,
Who shall tell thy wonderous story,
Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity?
3.
Splendors upon splendors beaming
Change and intertwine!
Glories over glories streaming
All translucent shine!
Blessings, praises, adorations
Greet Thee from the trembling nations
Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine!
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No. 41
OUR BLESSED LORD
I need Thee, Precious Jesus
(Communion Hymn)
For additional Communion Hymns see NOS. 44, 47, 49, 51, 53, 54, 122.
From a Slovak hymn
Arr. by N. A. M.
With devotion
1.
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.
2.
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.
3.
I need Thee, sweetest Jesus,
In Thy Sacrament of Love;
To nourish this poor soul of mine,
With 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.
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No. 42
OUR BLESSED LORD
When morning gilds the skies
(May Jesus Christ be praised)
Processional
Translated by Father Caswall
Traditional Melody (1678)
Moderato
1.
When morning gilds the skies, (Solo Voices ad lib)
My heart awaking cries:
May Christ be praised! (Chorus)
Alike at work and prayer: (Solo Voices)
To Jesus I repair:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised! (Chorus)
2.
The sacred minster bell,
It peals o'er hill and dell:
May Christ be praised!
Oh! Hark to what it sings:
As joyously it rings:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
3.
To Thee, my God above,
I cry with glowing love:
May Christ be praised!
The fairest graces spring
In hearts the ever sing:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
4.
To God the Word on high,
The host of angels cry:
May Christ be praised!
May mortals, to upraise
Their voice in hymn of praise:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
5.
Let earth's wide circle round
In joyful notes resound:
May Christ be praised!
Let air and sea and sky,
From depths to heights reply:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
6.
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine:
May Christ be praised!
Be this th'eternal song,
Through all the ages on:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
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No. 43
OUR BLESSED LORD
Crown Him with many Crowns
Processional
Matthew Bridges
Nicola A. Montani
With expression
1.
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon the throne;
Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns
All music but its own;
Awake, my soul and sing
Of Him who dies for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Thro' all eternity.
2.
Crown Him the Virgin's Son,
The God Incarnate born;
Whose arm those crimson trophies won,
Which now His brow adorn!
Fruit of the Mystic Rose,
As of the Rose the Stem;
The Root whence Mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
3.
Crown Him the Lord of Love:
Behold His hands and side,
Rich Wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No Angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
4.
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose pow'r a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in pray'r and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pier-ced Feet
Fair flow'rs of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
5.
Crown Him the Lord of heaven,
One with the Father known,
And the blest Spirit through Him giv'n
From yonder Triune throne:
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Thro'out eternity.
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