No. 49
THE BLESSED SACRAMENT
Jesus, gentlest Saviour
Thanksgiving after Communion
For additional Communion Hymns See Nos. 41, 44, 51, 54, 128 to 131.
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Andante semplice
1.
Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
God of might and pow'r!
Thou Thyself art dwelling
In us at this hour.
Nature cannot hold Thee,
Heav'ns is all too strait
For Thine endless glory
And Thy royal state.
2.
Out beyond the shining
Of the furthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
Infinitely far.
Yet the hearts of children
Hold what words cannot,
And the God of wonders
Loves the lowly spot.
3.
Oh, how can we thank Thee
For a gift like this,
Gift that truly maketh
Heav'ns eternal bliss!
Ah! When wilt Thou always
Make our hearts Thy home?
We must wait for heaven
Then the day will come.
4.
Now at least we'll keep Thee
All the time we may;
But Thy grace and blessing
We will keep alway.
When our hearts Thou leavest
Worthless tho' they be,
Give them to Thy Mother
To be kept for Thee.
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No. 50
THE BLESSED SACRAMENT
The Word, descending from above
Verbum supernum prodiens
St. Thomas Aquinas
Translated by the Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani
Non troppo lento
1.
The Word descending from above,
Though with the Father still on high,
Went forth upon His work of love;
And soon to life's last eve drew nigh.
2.
He shortly to a death accursed
By a disciple shall be giv'n;
But, to His twelve disciples, first
He gives Himself, the Bread of Heav'n.
3.
Himself in either kind He gave;
He gave His Flesh, He gave His Blood;
Of flesh and blood all men are made;
And He of man would be the Food.
4.
At birth our brother He became;
At meat Himself as food He gives;
To ransom us He died in shame;
As our reward, in bliss He lives.
5.
O saving victim open wide
The gate of Heav'n to man below!
Sore press our foes from ev'ry side;
Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow.
6.
To Thy great Name be endless praise,
Immortal Godhead, One in Three!
Oh, grant us endless length of days,
In out true native land, with Thee.
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No. 51
THE BLESSED SACRAMENT
Hail to Thee! true Body
Ave Verum Corpus
J. F. Kloss
Translated by Father Caswall
Arr. by N. A. M.
Con anima
Hail to Thee, true Body sprung
From the Virgin Mary's womb!
The same that on the Cross was hung,
And bore for man the bitter doom!
Thou, Whose Side was pierc'd and flow'd
Both with water and with blood;
Suffer us to taste of Thee,
In our life's last agony.
Son of Mary, Jesus blest!
Sweetest, gentlest, holiest!
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No. 52
THE BLESSED SACRAMENT
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory
Pange Lingua gloriosi
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
M. Haydn
1.
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of His Flesh the myst'ry sing;
Of the Blood all price exceeding
Shed by our immortal King,
Destined, for the world's redemption,
From a noble womb to spring,
2.
Of a pure and spotless Virgin
Born for us on earth below,
He, as Man, with man conversing,
Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He closed in solemn order
Wonderously His Life of Woe.
3.
On the night of that Last Supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He the Paschal victim eating,
First fulfills the law's command;
Then, as Food to His Apostles
Gives Himself with His own Hand.
4.
Word made Flesh, the bread of nature
By His word to Flesh He turns;
Wine into His Blood He changes:
What through sense no change discerns?
Only be the heart in earnest,
Faith her lesson quickly learns.
Tantum ergo Sacramentum
5.
Down in adoration falling,
Lo! The sacred Host we hail;
Lo! O'er ancient forms departing,
Newer rites of grace prevail;
Faith for all defects supplying,
Where the feeble senses fail.
6.
To the Everlasting Father,
And the Son Who reigns on high,
With the Holy Ghost proceeding
Forth from Each eternally,
Be salvation, honor, blessing,
Might, and endless majesty. Amen.
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No. 53
THE BLESSED SACRAMENT
Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Slowly
1.
Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All!
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift,
So far surpassing hope or thought?
Refrain
Sweet Sacrament! We Thee adore!
Oh, make us love Thee more and more. (Repeat refrain ad lib)
2.
Had I but Mary's sinless heart
To love Thee with my dearest King!
Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise
Thy goodness, Jesus! Would I sing!
3.
Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead all!
O mystery of love divine!
I cannot compass all I have,
For all Thou hast and art are mine.
4.
Sound, sound His praises higher still,
And come, ye angels, to our aid;
'Tis God! 'tis God! The very God,
Whose pow'r both man and angels made!
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