No. 119
HEAVEN
Jerusalem, my happy home
L. Anderson, S. J.
From an Italian Hymnal
Modrato (alla breve)
1.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have and end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
2.
O happy harbor of the Saints,
O sweet and pleasant soil:
In thee no sorrow may be found.
No grief, no care, no toil.
3.
There lust and lucre cannot dwell,
There envy bears not sway,
There is no hunger, heat or cold
But pleasure ev'ry way.
4.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God grant I once may see
Thy endless joys, and of the same,
Partaker, aye to be.
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No. 120
HEAVEN
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Father Faber
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.
Moderato
1.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land,
Where they that loved are blest:
Refrain
Where loyal hearts and true,
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture thro' and thro'
In God's most holy sight?
2.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold;
3.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
'Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near;
4.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
I want to sin no more;
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;
5.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
I greatly long to see
The special place my dearest Lord
In love prepares for me;
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No. 121
THE CHURCH
Faith of our Fathers
Fideles ad mortem
Father Faber
Nicola. A. Montani
Maestoso, ben marcato
1.
Faith of our Fathers: living still
In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene'er we hear that glorious word.
Refrain
Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith!
We will be true to thee till death.
2.
Our Fathers, chained in prisons dark,
Were still in heart and conscience free:
How sweet would be their children's fate,
If they, like them, could die for thee!
3.
Faith of our Fathers! We will love
Both friend and foe in all our strife:
And preach thee too, as love knows how
By kindly words and virtuous life:
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No. 122
THE CHURCH
Long Live the Pope
Hymn for the Pope
Rt. Rev. Msgr. Hugh T. Henry, Litt. D.
H. G. Ganss
Maestoso
1.
Long live the Pope! His praises sound again and yet again:
His rule is over space and time; His throne the hearts of men:
All hail! The Shepherd King of Rome, The theme of loving song:
Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong.
Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong.
2.
Beleaguered by the foes of earth, Beset by hosts of hell,
He guards the loyal flock of Christ, A watchful sentinel:
And yet, amid the din and strife, The clash of mace and sword,
He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord,
He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord.
3.
His signet is the Fisherman's; No sceptre does he bear;
In meek and lowly majesty He rules from Peter's Chair:
And yet from ev'ry tribe and tongue, From clime and zone,
Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne,
Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne,
4.
Then raise the chant, with heart and voice, In church and school and home:
"Long live the Shepherd of the Flock! Long live the Pope of Rome!"
Almighty Father, bless his work, Protect him in his ways,
Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days,"
Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days."
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No. 123
THE CHURCH
Blest is the Faith
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Maestoso
1.
Blest is the Faith, divine and strong
Of thanks and praise and endless fountain,
Whose life is one perpetual song,
High up the Saviour's holy mountain.
Refrain
Oh, Sion's songs are sweet to sing,
With melodies of gladness laden;
Hark! how the harps of angels ring,
Hail! Son of Man! Hail Mother Maiden
2.
Blest is the Hope that holds to God,
In doubt and darkness still unshaken,
And sings along the heav'nly road,
Sweetest when most it seem forsaken.
3.
Blest is the Love that cannot love
Aught that earth gives of best and brightest;
Whose raptures thrill like saints' above,
Most when its earthly gifts are lightest.
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