No. 24
LENT AND PASSIONTIDE
I see my Jesus crucified
Nicola A. Montani
Devoto
1.
I see my Jesus crucified,
His wounded Hands and Feet and Side,
His sacred Flesh all rent and torn,
His bloody crown of sharpest thorn.
2.
Those cruel nails, I drove them in,
Each time I pierced Him with my sin
That crown of thorns 'twas I who wove,
When I despised His gracious love.
3.
Then to those Feet I'll venture near,
And wash them with a contrite tear,
And ev'ry bleeding wound I see,
I'll think He bore them all for me.
4.
Deep graven on my sinful heart,
Oh, never may that form depart,
That with me always may abide
The thought of Jesus crucified.
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No. 25
LENT AND PASSIONTIDE
O'erwhelmed in depths of woe
Saevo dolorum turbine
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani
Moderato
1.
O'erwhelmed in depths of woe,
Upon the Tree of scorn
Hangs the Redeemer of mankind,
With racking anguish torn.
2.
See! How the nails those Hands
And Feet so tender rend;
See! Down His Face, and Neck, and Breast,
His sacred Blood descend.
3.
Hark! With what awful cry,
His Spirit takes its flight;
That cry, it smote His Mother's heart
And wrapt her soul in night.
4.
Come, fall before His Cross,
Who shed for us His blood;
Who dies, the victim of pure love,
To make us Sons of God.
5.
Jesu! All praise to Thee,
Our joy and endless rest;
Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here,
Our Crown amid the blest.
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No. 26
PALM SUNDAY
All glory, laud and honor
From the Latin of St.Theodulph by Dr. J. M. Neale
M. Haydn
Maestoso con spirito
1.
All glory, laud, and honor
To Thee Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Refrain
All glory, laud, and honor,
To Thee Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
2.
Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name comest
The King and blessed One.
3.
The company of angels
Are praising Thee on high,
And mortal men and all things
Created make reply.
4.
The people of the Hebrews
With palms before them went;
To praise and pray'r and anthems
Before Thee we present.
5.
To Thee before Thy Passion
They sang their hymn of praise;
To Thee now high exalted
Our melody we raise.
6.
Thou didst accept their praises,
Accept the pray'rs we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
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No. 27
EASTERTIDE
Jesus Christ is risen today
Processional
Surrexit Christus hodie
Translated by the Rev. J. O'Connor
Nicola A. Montani
Joyously
1.
Jesus Christ is ris'n today! (Solo)
Alleluia! (Chorus)
Sinners, wipe your tears away! (Solo)
Alleluia! (Chorus)
He Whose death upon the Cross (Solo)
Alleluia! (Chorus)
Saveth us from endless loss. (Solo)
Alleluia! (Chorus)
2.
See the holy women come,
Alleluia!
Bearing spices to the tomb;
Alleluia!
Hear the white-clad Angel's voice
Alleluia!
Bid the universe rejoice!
Alleluia!
3.
Go! Tell all his brethren dear,
Alleluia!
"He is ris'n, He is not here!
Alleluia!
Seek Him not among the dead;
Alleluia!
He has risen as He said."
Alleluia!
4.
Glory, Jesus, be to Thee!
Alleluia!
Thine own might hath set Thee free.
Alleluia!
Come, for primal joy restored,
Alleluia!
Let us bless our Pascal Lord!
Alleluia!
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No. 28
EASTERTIDE
"Ye Sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 1)
O Filii et Filiae
Processional
Jean Tisserand (1494)
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Traditional Melody from
"Airs sur les Hymnes sacres, Odes et Noels," (Paris 1623)
Maestoso
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
1.
Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King adored,
This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
2.
All in the early morning grey
Went holy women on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
3.
Of spices pure a precious store
In their pure hands those women bore,
To anoint the Sacred Body o'er. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
4.
Then straightway One in white they see,
Who saith, "Ye seek the Lord; but He
Is ris'n, and gone to Galilee." Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
5.
This told they Peter, told they John,
Who forthwith to the tomb are gone;
But Peter is by John outrun. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
6.
That selfsame night, while out of fear
The doors were shut, their Lord most dear
To His Apostles did appear. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
7.
But Thomas when of this He heard,
Was doubtful of his brethren's word;
Wherefore again there comes the Lord. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
8.
"Thomas, behold My Side" saith He;
"My Hands, My Feet, My Body see,
And doubt not, but believe in Me." Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
9.
When Thomas saw that wounded Side,
The truth no longer he denied;
"Thou art my Lord and God," he cried. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
10.
Oh, blest are they who have not seen
Their Lord, and yet believe in Him:
Eternal life awaiteth them. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
11.
Now let us praise the Lord most high,
And strive His Name to magnify
On this great day through earth and sky: Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
12.
Whose mercy ever runneth o'er,
Whom men and Angel Hosts adore,
To Him be glory ever more. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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