No. 104
SAINTS, St. Jeanne d' Arc
The Maid of France, with visioned eyes
Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry
(Written expressly for the St. Gregory Hymnal, all rights reserved)
Ancient French Melody
A traditional Catholic melody (Provencal Noel) known as "Marche dei Rei"
words of which are attributed to King Rene. The Noel, over two centuries
old, was utilized by Bizet in his incidental music to "L' Arlessierne."
Arr. by N. A. M.
1.
The Maid of France, with visioned eyes,
Saw messengers from Paradise
And Voices bore a hidden word
That only by her ear was heard.
Refrain
O blessed Maid, the chant we raise
That tells the meaning of thy praise:
Thou teachest us the lesson grand
Of love for God and Fatherland.
2.
The Visions and the Voices spoke
A wondrous message: "Break the yoke
That burdens France, and crown your King,
Sweet Herald of his triumphing!"
3.
The Maid believed the great command,
And fought for God and native land:
A model she shall ever lamp
To guide her feet in court or camp.
4.
O who shall dare her glory paint?
She lived a hero, dies a Saint:
A model she shall ever stand
Of love for God and Fatherland.
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No. 105
SAINTS, St. Cecilia
Let the deep organ swell the lay
Rev. C. Pise
Nicola. A. Montani
Marcato
1.
Let the deep organ swell the lay,
In honor of this festive day;
Let the harmonious choirs proclaim
Cecilia's ever blessed name.
Rome gave the virgin martyr birth,
Whose holy name hath filled the earth;
And from the early dawn of youth,
She fixed her heart on God and truth.
2.
Then from the world's bewild'ring strife,
In peace she spent her holy life,
Teaching the organ to combine
With voice, to praise the Lamb divine,
Cecilia, with a two-fold crown
Adorned in Heav'n, we pray look down
Upon thy fervent votaries here
And harken to their humble pray'r.
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No. 106
SAINTS, St. Agnes
Sweet Agnes, Holy Child
Anonymous
Melody from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.
Andante religioso
1.
Sweet Agnes, holy child,
All purity,
Oh, may we undefiled,
Be pure as thee:
Ready our blood to shed
Forth as the martyrs led.
The path of pain to tread,
And die like thee.
2.
O gentle patroness
Of holy youth,
Ask God all those to bless
Who love the truth:
Oh, guide us on our way
Unto th'eternal day,
With hearts all pure and gay,
Dear Saint, like thine.
3.
Look down and hear our pray'r
From realms above,
Show us thy tender care,
Thy guiding love:
Oh, keep us in thy sight,
Till in th'unclouded light
Of Heav'n's pure vision bright
We dwell with thee.
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No. 107
SAINTS, St. Ursula
Afar upon a foreign shore
Ancient Breton Melody
Arr. by N. A. M
Andante religioso
1.
Afar upon a foreign shore
A martyr's crown thy love did win,
Thy life, thy death to Jesus giv'n,
With Him to reign forevermore
Refrain
Hail Blessed Saint, hail Ursula!
Obtain for us, we pray,
That love may make us martyrs too,
And in our hearts hold sway.
2.
O happy Saint! Upon whose way
God's special love a glory cast,
Thy sorrows o'er thy tempest past,
Thou sharest His eternal day.
3.
To God the Father with the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Be glory while the ages flow,
From all above and all below.
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No. 108
SAINTS, St. Vincent de Paul
O blessed Father sent by God
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Moderato
1.
O blessed Father! Sent by God
His mercy to dispense,
Thy hand is out o'er all the earth,
Like God's own providence.
There is no grief nor care of men,
Thou dost not own for thine,
No broken heart thou dost not fill
With mercy's oil and wine.
2.
Thy miracles are works of love,
Thy greatest is to make
Room in a day for toils that weeks
In other men would take.
All cries of suff'ring thro' the earth
Upon thy mercy call,
As tho' thou wert, like God himself,
A Father unto all.
3.
Dear Saint not in the wilderness
Thy fragrant virtues bloom,
But in the city's crowded haunts,
The alley's cheerless gloom.
When hunger hid itself to die,
Where guilt in darkness dwelt,
Thy pleasant sunshine can by stealth
Thy hand and heart were felt.
4.
For charity anointed thee
O'er want and woe and pain;
And she hath crowned thee emperor
Of all her wide domain.
Vincent! Like Mother Mary, thou
Art no one's patron saint;
Eyes to the blind, health to the sick,
And life to those who faint.
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