Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King adored,
This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
All in the early morning grey,
Went holy women on their way,
To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Of spices pure a precious store,
In their pure hands those women bore,
To anoint the Sacred Body o'er. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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!
This told they Peter, told they John,
Who forthwith to the tomb are gone;
But Peter is by John outrun. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
That selfsame night, while out of fear,
The doors were shut, their Lord most dear,
To His Apostles did appear. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
But Thomas when of this He heard,
Was doubtful of his brethren's word;
Wherefore again there comes the Lord. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
"Thomas, behold My Side" saith He;
"My Hands, My Feet, My Body see,
And doubt not, but believe in Me." Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
When Thomas saw that wounded Side,
The truth no longer he denied;
"Thou art my Lord and God," he cried. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Oh, blest are they who have not seen
Their Lord, and yet believe in Him:
Eternal life awaiteth them. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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!
Whose mercy ever runneth o'er,
Whom men and Angel Hosts adore,
To Him be glory ever more. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Hymns for Whit-Sunday.
Veni Creator Spiritus,
Creating Spirit, come possess
Mentes tuorum visita,
Our souls, and with thy presence bless:
Imple superna gratia,
And in our hearts, fram'd by thy hand,
Quæ tu creasti, pectora.
Let thy celestial grace command.
Qui diceris Paraclitus,
Thou who art call'd the Paraclete,
Altissimi donum Dei;
The Almighty Father's gift complete:
Fons vivus, ignis, charitas,
The living fountain, fire, and love,
Et spiritalis unction.
And sacred unction from above.
Tu septiformis munere,
Thou finger of the Father's hand,
Digitus pateræ dexteræ,
Who dost a sev'nfold grace command:
Tu rite promissum Patris,
Thou promis'd from the Highest sent,
Sermone ditans guttura.
In various language eloquent
Accende lumen sensibus:
Purge with thy light our earthly parts.
Infunde amorem cordibus:
And with thy love inflame our hearts:
Infirma nostri corporis
Thus human weakness fortify
Virtute firmans perpeti.
With everlasting constancy.
Hostem repellas longiùs,
Far from us drive the infernal foe,
Pacemque dones protinùs,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow:
Ductore sic te prævio
Thus having thee, our safest guide,
Vitemus omne noxium.
Let not our feet to evil slide.
Per te sciamus da Patrem
Let us by thee the Father own,
Noscamus atque Filium:
And to us let thy Son be known:
Te utriusque Spiritum
Let us believe in thee, who dost
Credamus omni tempore.
From both proceed the Holy Ghost.
Deo Patri, sit gloria,
To God the Father, and the Son,
Et Filio, qui a mortuis
Who rose from death, be glory done:
Surrexit, ac Paraclito,
This praise for ever let's repeat,
In sæculorum sæcula. Amen.
To God the holy Paraclete, Amen.
V. Loquebantur variis linguis Apostoli, Alleluia.
V. The Apostles spoke in various tongues. Alleluia.
R. Magnalia Dei, Alleluia,
R. The wonders of God, Alleluia.
The Prayer.
O God, who by the light of the Holy Ghost, didst instruct the hearts of the faithful, grant that by the direction of the same Holy Spirit, we may relish what is right, and always rejoice in his consolations: through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.