No. 94
SAINTS, St. Joseph
Joseph, pure Spouse of that Immortal Bride
Te Joseph Celebrent
Translated by Father Caswall
M. Mattoni
Devoto (alla breve)
1.
Joseph, pure spouse of that immortal Bride;
Who shines in ever-virgin glory bright,
Thro' all the Christian climes the praise be sung,
Thro' all the realms of light.
2.
Thine arms embraced thy Maker newly born:
With Him to Egypt's desert didst thou flee:
Him in Jerusalem didst seek and find;
O grief, O joy for thee.
3.
Not until after death their blissful crown
Other obtain, but unto thee was giv'n,
In thine own lifetime to enjoy thy God
As do the blest in Heav'n.
4.
Grant us great Trinity, for Joseph's sake
Unto the starry mansions to attain;
There, with glad tongues, thy praise to celebrate
In one eternal strain.
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No. 95
SAINTS, St. Joseph
Hail! Holy Joseph, Hail!
Father Faber
From the Catholic Songbook (St. Gall 1863)
Con Spirito
1.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
Chaste spouse of Mary hail!
Pure as the lily flow'r
In Eden's peaceful vale.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
Prince of the house of God!
May His best graces be
By thy sweet hands bestowed.
2.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
Comrade of Angels, hail!
Cheer thou the hearts that faint,
And guide the steps that fail.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
God's choice wert thou alone!
To thee the Word made flesh,
Was subject as a Son.
3.
Hail, holy Joseph, hail!
Teach us our flesh to tame,
And, Mary, keep the hearts
That love thy husband's name.
Mother of Jesus! bless,
And bless, ye saints on high,
All meek and simple souls
That to Saint Joseph cry.
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No. 96
SAINTS, St. Patrick
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick (No. 1)
Sister Agnes
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.
Maestoso
1.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! dear Saint of our isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in the mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down in love.
2.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong
Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng;
Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art;
Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part!
3.
In the war against sin, in the fight for faith,
Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death;
May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and pray'r,
Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear.
4.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.
5.
Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoever we roam,
For God and Saint Patrick and our native home.
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No. 97
SAINTS, St. Patrick
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick (No.2)
Sister Agnes
Ancient Irish Melody
Arr. by N. A. M.
Maestoso
1.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! dear Saint of our isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in the mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down in love.
2.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong
Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng;
Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art;
Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part!
3.
In the war against sin, in the fight for faith,
Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death;
May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and pray'r,
Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear.
4.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.
5.
Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoever we roam,
For God and Saint Patrick and our native home.
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No. 98
SAINTS, St. Peter
Seek ye a Patron to defend?
Si vis Patronum quaerere
Translated by Father Caswall
Nicola A. Montani
1.
Seek ye a patron to defend
Your cause? then, one and all,
Without delay upon the Prince
Of the Apostles call.
Refrain
Blest holder of the heav'nly Keys!
Thy pray'rs we all implore;
Unlock to us the sacred bars
Of Heav'n's eternal door.
2.
By penitential tears thou didst
The path of life regain:
Teach us with thee to weep our sins
And wash away their stain.
3.
The Angel touch'd thee and forthwith
Thy chains from off thee fell
Oh loose us from the subtle coils
That link us close with Hell.
4.
Firm Rock wheron the Church is based
Pillar that cannot bend
With strength endue us; and the Faith
From heresy defend.
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