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HYMNS AND VERSES ON
THE HOLY COMMUNION,
ANCIENT AND MODERN ;
fFITH OTHER POEMS,
EDITED BY
The Rev. Orby Shipley, M. A.
LonDon :
LONGMAN, GREEN, LONGMAN, ROBERTS,
AND GREEN.
1863.
i^reface*
HE following ColleSion of Hymns and
Verjes on the Holy Communion has
been made with a twofold obje3.
It is well known, even to thoje who are but
little acquainted with the jubjeS of Hymnology,
that there exijls a large number of Hymns, an-
cient and mediaeval, on the Holy Euchariji. A
conjiderable number of theje Hymns have, of late
years, been made accejjible to ordinary jludents in
the colleSions of Daniel, Mone, and others abroad,
and by Dr. Neale and other Liturgical Jcholars
amongjl ourjelves. But, in the revived and in-
creafmg appreciation of ancient Hymns, thofe
which relate to or bear upon the Holy Commu-
nion have, for the mojl part, been overlooked, or
at leajl unheeded. For this dijregard of old Eu-
charijlic Hymns Jeveral reajbns may be given.
That it is caujed, not by any lack of devotional
Jentiment, nor by any abfence of poetic beauty
in the Hymns themjelves, will be admitted. But
vi preface.
an adequate reajbn may be found in the faS, that
the Englijh Office for Holy Communion is not con-
Jidered fufflciently elajlic to allow of Hymns, other
than thoje which the Office itjelf already contains,
being introduced into Divine Service before the
Holy Gofpel for the Day, in the place in which
they were formerly fung.
Hence, although we are indebted, at the pre-
sent day, to ancient Sources for many of the mojl
beautiful of our Hymns, which are aljb the
mojl popular ; yet theje Hymns, for the mojl part,
were compojed either for the greater Fejlivals of
the Church, or for the Commemoration of Jbme
Holy Day or Seajbn : they were not intended for
uje at Holy Communion. And Jince H3^mns jpe-
cially adapted for the Altar Office are jeldom re-
quired, and Jlill lejs often employed, it is only
natural that Jiich Hymns from the Latin and the
Greek, as well as thoje of German and other
origin, have been but rarely tranjlated into Eng-
lijh verje. The prejent is not the time to
exprejs regret for this negleft of Eucharijlic
Hymns, nor to venture on an opinion, that, whiljl
Jo much talent is devoted, and jujlly, to other
mujical portions of Divine Service, it might be
well to conjider the re-introdudion of Hymns,
to be sung congregationally, into the Office for
Holy Communion. But, to Jhow how little
this clajs of Hymns has been hitherto employed,
it may be mentioned that, in the CoUeSion
which has defervedly fecured by far the widejl
circulation of any Hymnal of the prejent day,
under the title of Hymns^ Ancient and Modern^
out of 273 Hymns from all Jburces, there are
only five printed in the body of the work on the
jubjeS of the Blejfed Sacrament, of which two
only are tranjlated from ancient Hymns ; although
there are two more, and part of a third, amongjl
the Introits, all of which are from ancient Sources.
In the Jlill more recently publijhed Volume
of Hymns, edited by Dr. Kennedy, with the title
of Hymnologia Chrijiiana^ which contains the
largejl number of Hymns, for the uje of the
Church, hitherto colleSed into a Jingle Volume,
viz. 1500 Pfalms and Hymns, only one Pjalm
and twenty-three Hymns are intended for the
Holy Communion, hardly more than a tithe of
which may be referred to ancient Sources for their
origin.
As my Jludies have been direSed to the Eng-
lijh Office for Holy Communion, its hijlory, ri-
tual, and devotions, the quejlion of Eucharijlic
Hymns naturally forced itfelf on my attention ;
and I jbon found how little we had yet gathered,
in an Englijh form, from that particular portion
of the wide field of ancient Hymnology. It is
true that jeveral Hymns on the Blejjed Sacra-
ment have been tranjlated into Englijh verje,
and Jbme of them very frequently.* But they are
* Of the ?ange lingua there have been at leaft, and may
viii preface*
chiefly verjions, with more or lejs fidelity and
force, by different perjbns, of the fame majejlic
Hymns which, in their original Latin, have
attained world-wide renown. The grandejl and
mojl beautiful of theje Hymns are, in one form
or another, familiar to Englijh readers, but they
are few; whiljl many other Hymns and Se-
quences, which competent judges declare to be
only Jecond, and Jbmetimes not at all inferior, to
the inspirations of S. Thomas Aquinas, have
been allowed to remain in the language in which,
and, for the mojl part, in the pojition for which,
they were originally compojed.
Until lately, the great body of thefe Sacra-
mental Hymns, even in their original form, has
been unknown to all but to Liturgical jludents.
Of late years, however, a large number have
been dijcovered and colleSed, and have been
rendered accejjible in the ColleSions mentioned
above. But there is good reafon to believe that
we are Jlill unacquainted with the extent of the
Church's heritage in Hymnological wealth, as
further rejearch is continually bringing to light
Hymns previoujly unknown, or long ago for-
gotten. Many of theje treafures, which have
been obtained from many parts of Chrijlendom,
under the common title of Sequent ice Ineditay have
have been many more than feventeen or eighteen different
verfions or tranflations, publifhed of late years j of the
Adoro 7> about thirteen or fourteen.
preface* ix
appeared from time to time, and, it is hoped, will
continue to appear, in the pages of the contempo-
rary Periodical, The Ecclefiologiji, But in theje
ColleSions, the Eucharijlic Hymns remained in
the language in which they were written ; and
only the favoured few, chiefly thofe of S. Thomas
Aquinas, have found their way, in the vernacular,
into Hymn-books or books of Poetry.
Perhaps one of the earliejl attempts during
the prejent revival of the tajle for ancient Hymns,
(although there have been jeveral incidental efforts
in previous Centuries,) to popularize Hymns on
the Holy Eucharijl was made in the year 1839,
by the Author of The Cathedral^ who, in the
Volume of Hymns tranjlated from the Par'ifian
Breviary^ tranjlated four out of the five well-
known Hymns compojed by S. Thomas Aquinas.
The fame four Hymns, together with the Lauda
Sion^ were tranjlated afrejh, ten years later, by
the Rev. E. Cafwall, who to thefe added, in
1858, Jeveral other Englijh renderings of Sacra-
mental Hymns, which, with his wonted kindnejs,
he has allowed to be reprinted, together with
jeveral other of his Hymns, in Lyra Euchariftica.
Between theje two dates Jeveral other verfions and
imitations of one or more of thefe Hymns were ijjued.
In 1852, Dr. Neale, in Mediceval Hymns and Se^
quences^ publijhed two frejh tranjlations of the
Adoro Te devote^ and the Pange lingua^ and to
thefe he added a Sacramental Hymn of the vij.
X Preface^
Century ; and in a later Volume, Hymns from the
Eajlern Churchy he has tranjlated two more, of
the vij. and viij. Centuries rejpedively — the three
latter of which Hymns, by the great kindnejs of
the Tranjlator, appear in the prejent Collection.
In 1857 Lauda Syon was publijhed, and this,
with another publication by the jame Author, was
the firjl effort to ejcape from the accujlomed
groove, in which tranjlators of Hymns on the Holy
Communion had hitherto chiefly moved. And in
addition to the five ufual Sacramental Hymns, Jix
other Hymns, jbme of conjiderable length, have
been tranjlated by J. D. Chambers, Efq., only one
of which, it is believed, had previoujly appeared in
Englijh. At the time of its publication, Lauda
Syon contained the largejl number of Eucharijlic
Hymns that had been colleSed in one Volume.
And it was only by the kindnejs of the Trans-
lator, who was jb good as to allow his Hymns
to be reprinted, that a Manual of Devo-
tions for the Altar Office, The Divine Liturgy,
publijhed at the clofe of 1862, contained a Jlill
larger coUeSion of this clajs of Hymns. But
the latejl effort to popularije Hymns on the Holy
Communion, has been made by the '* Committee of
Clergy," which has lately ijQued Jbme valuable
TraSs and Books of Devotion. Eucharijlic
Hymns is the title of a little Book of fixteen
pages, which contains valuable tranjlations of
jeven Hymns— the greater number of which ap-
preface. xi
peared for the firft time in an Englijh verjion.
AH theje Hymns have been generoujly placed
at my difpofal, by the learned Tranjlator, for in-
corporation into Lyra Eucharijiica ; and thoje,
of which I have not eljewhere obtained tranjla-
tions, have been thankfully reprinted.
The firjl main objeS, then, in the publication
of Lyra Eucharijiica^ was the colledion into
one Book of many of the more beautiful of the
ancient and mediaeval Hymns on the BleJOfed
Sacrament, not only as reprints from Works al-
ready publijhed, but aljb and chiefly of new tranj"-
lations. And this objeS has been accomplijhed
entirely through the kindnejs and injlrumentality
of friends.
The rejult has been this — that out of the large
number of Hymns from ancient or mediaeval
Sources which this Book contains, either direSly
on the JubjeS of the Holy Communion, or indi-
reSly bearing upon it, twenty-jix or twenty-jeven
are new tranjlations. Some few, indeed, were
printed in The Divine Liturgy a few months ago;
but theJe were kindly undertaken at my jug-
gejlion, and have been rendered into Englijh in
order to form a part of the prejent Colledion ; Jo
that, Jubjlantially, they now appear for the firjl
time in the vernacular. And if to theje be added
the Hymns that have been lately publijhed, it
will appear that, during the pajl year, there have
been added to our jlock of Eucharijlic Hymns,
xii ^tttatt*
from the Greek and Latin, upwards of thirty
newly tranjlated Hymns, hitherto unattempted in
Englijh, But although this, in comparijbn with
previous efforts to introduce ancient Sacramental
Hymns into our language, is a large advance on
the pajl, yet it is believed that the Jlore, whence
theje Hymns were drawn, is well nigh inexhaujl-
ible, and will amply repay further examination.
The dates of the newly tranjlated or recently
publijhed Hymns from ancient and mediaeval
Sources contained in this Book extend from the
vij. to the xvij. Century ; the Hymn written at
the latejl date being compojed by Santolius of S.
Vi3or, and the two which bear the earlier date
being reJpeSively, of Latin origin, from the Anti-
phonary of Banchor, and from a Greek fource, by
S. Andrew, Archbijhop of Crete. The period,
however, which appears to be the richejl in Eu-
charijlic Hymns, is that which began in and Juc-
ceeded the age of S. Thomas Aquinas, from the
xiij. to the xvj. Centuries ; and for the caujes of
this increaje in the number of Hymns on the Holy
Communion at this particular time, there is ob-
vious evidence in the Hijtory of the Church. The
injlitution of the Feajl of Corpus Christi, with
its OSave of Commemorative Services, of itfelf
was jufficient to create a demand for additional
Sacramental Hymns ; and many were thofe who
mujl have been injpired by, even if they did not
aSually imitate, the compojitions of the Poet as
preface* xui
well as DoSor of the Church, who fupplied the
authorijed Hymns and Sequences for that and
other Fejlivals of Wejlern Chrijlendom.
' The dates of all thefe Hymns cannot be af-
certained. In mojl cajes, however, it is believed
that the date ajjigned reprejents the Century later
than which the Hymn was probably not written.
But if there is uncertainty with reference to the
dates, there exijls abjblute ignorance about the
Authors of many of the Hymns from ancient
Sources in the following ColleSion ; [o that the
Hymns, for the mojl part, have to be dijlinguijhed
by the Locality in which they were discovered, the
Office Book in which they are enjhrined, or even
the CoUeSion in which they may now be found.
For although the names of S. Andrew of Crete,
of S. John Damajcene, of S. Anjelm, S. Ber-
nard, and S. Thomas, of Angelus and Santolius,
and of S.TereJa, are attached to fome of the
Hymns, yet many more are lacking in any clue
for the difcovery of their authorjhip. Mojl of
them may be claimed by Jbme Continental Church
or Conventual Ejlablijhment. Canterbury, York,
and Banchor, however, have contributed their
quota to the CoUeSion. But the Office Books
of Strajburg, Carljruhe, Paris, Munich, Mayence,
Liege, Augjburg, Freijing in Bavaria, Drontheim
in Norway, Prague, and the famous Benedidine
Abbey of Reichenau, an IJland in the Lake of
Conjlance, have jupplied the chief materials for
that older portion of Lyra Eucharljitca which is
now firjl publijhed.
The fecond main objeS in the publication of
Lyra Eucharijiica was this — the collection into a
jingle Volume of many jcattered Hymns and
Verjes, either already publijhed, or not yet in
print, on the JubjeS of the Holy Communion.
Thoje who will give the matter conjideration
may remember, that in many recently publijhed
Books of Poetry, amongjl the mijcellaneous
Poems, may be found a Jingle one, or more, on
the BleJJed Sacrament. In the Magazines aljb
of the day, which have more or lejs of a religious
aim, Juch Jhort pieces of Verje may often be
found. It is true, that neither of theje two
Sources of Eucharijlic Hymns have been drawn
from to the extent to which they might, pojjibly,
have been made to contribute. Still, there are many
Poems thus colle6!ed, which have either attained
temporary notice and have then been forgotten,
or have been printed in Volumes, the Jcarcenejs
of which, at the prejent day, proves that they
are now but little known, but which many, it is be-
lieved, will be glad to pojfejs in a more accejfible,
as well as more permanent form. There are
however, doubtlejs, many more Jingle or fugitive
Hymns or Poems of this dejcription which might
have been added, and have been overlooked ; and
I Jhall feel it to be a kindnejs, if thoJe, who feel
dijpojed, will take the trouble to draw my atten-
preface. xv
tion to any fuch Verjes, publijhed during the lajl
thirty or forty years.
In addition to theje reprints, there are many
Hymns in the following pages which are neither
forgotten nor Jcarce. And Lyra Euchar'iftica is
indebted to jeveral CoUedions of the prejent day
for jbme of the mojl beautiful of its Poems. The
only difficulty in the jeleSion was to know where
to Jlop, or what to abjlain from taking, where
permijjion was kindly given to chooje. But in a
CoUeSion which aimed to a certain extent at
completenefs, it was thought wife to admit many
Hymns well known and dejervedly appreciated,
which otherwise it would have been needlejs to
reprint.
To thefe two clajfes of modern Hymns and
Verjes has been added another, that of original
and unpublijhed Poems. And this is a dif-
tinflion where a diJlinSion is not needlefs. For
whiljl Lyra Euchariftica contains Jeveral Original
Hymns, written exprejQUy (and with much kind-
nefs) for this Work, it aljb contains many which,
although hitherto unpublijhed, were not written
exprejQily for it. It is perhaps not jlrange,
that in the prejent wide-fpread teaching of the
true DoSrine of the Holy Communion, and in
the consequent revived dignity and honour in
which It is ejleemed, and the care and frequency
with which It is celebrated, the minds of many,
who are capable of it, Jhould find relief from
xvi preface.
devotion and meditation on the Myjlery of the
Holy Eucharijl, in poetic compojition. Such,
however, is the faS : and it needed only the
knowledge that fuch a ColleSion of Poems as
Lyra Eucharijiica was contemplated, to produce,
from many quarters, Hymns, written it may be
long ago, which have been, with much courtefy,
placed at my dijpofal. Here, again, it is pojjible
that jbme Readers may feel inclined to communi-
cate with me, with a view, at jbme future time,
of publijhing Additional Hymns to the prejent
Volume. I Jhall be very grateful for, and will
give every conjideration to, Juch communications.
This is the jecond objeS with which Lyra Eu-
charijiica was printed ; and, as far as regards un-
printed Verjes, the rejult has been this, that Jix or
]even-and-twenty original or unpublijhed Hymns
have been added to our formerly but fcanty Jlock
of Poems on the Blejjed Sacrament. And all of
theje, I have to acknowledge with gratitude, are
due to the kindnejs and courtejy of known or un-
known friends.
In addition to Hymns from the Sources indi-
cated above, there have been added jeveral Hymns
of much beauty from the German, both new trans-
lations, and reprints of former tranjlations. Hymns
of German Origin are generally full of devotional
beauty ; and I only regret that Lyra Eucharijiica
pojfejjes ^o few fpecimens of Communion Hymns
from that Source. The paucity of tranjlations,
Preface. xvii
however, of Hymns on the Holy Communion,
which has been objerved in the caje of ancient
and mediaeval Hymns, is equally apparent in
that of Hymns from the German. For whiljl
Sacred Hymns from the German ^ by Mijs Cox,
contains but a jingle Eucharijlic Hymn, Mifs
Wirikv7orth's Lyra German'ica pojjejjes only jeven
Hymns out of about 225 (in both feries), and the
volume publijlied under the title of Hymns from
the Land of Luther has only one Poem jpecially
on the jbbjeci of Holy Communion : all of which
tranjlat:'vOns huve been kindly placed at my dij'-
pojal, and mojl of which will be found below.
There will aljb be found nine or ten new tranj'-
lations, by friends, from the German, which have
not previoujly been publijhed.
Lajlly, jcattered through the Colleflion, there
are Hymns and Verjes, original, newly tranjlated,
and reprinted, which, although they are not direSly
Eucharijlic in character, are indiredly conneded
with the Dodrine of Sacrifice which is involved
in the Holy Communion, or may be made to bear
an Eucharijlic jignifiication. For theje too, I owe
many thanks to jeveral Contributors ; and it is
hoped that theje mijcellaneous Hymns, whiljl not
out of harmony with the JiibjeS-matter of the
Volume, will tend to prevent too much jamenefs
in its treatment.
Thus I have endeavoured to combine Hymns
ancient and modern, and by the mutual contrajl
b
xviii ^Utatt.
to enhance the relative value of both. I venture
to have my own private opinion on the rejpedive
merits and beauty of the two clajjes of Hymns,
to which it would be uncourteous in the prejence
of ancient tranjlated Hymns and modern original
ones — and both at the hands of friends — to give
exprejjion. But the union of the two will be
beneficial to both. The fubjedive devotion and
tendernejs of modern Hymns, will be jlrengthened
by the definite Theological Jlatements of thofe of
ancient and mediaeval origin ; and the jyjlematic
Theology and the enunciation of the highejl ob-
jeSive Truths in the old Hymns, will be jbftened
and brought home to the inner conjcioujhejs by
the contemplative elements in the new. In addi-
tion to this double benefit, monotony and jame-
nejs will be avoided, which could hardly fail to
rejult from a CoUedion of Hymns on the Holy
Communion from any one Jingle Source : whiljt,
in the caje of Lyra Eucharijlica, additional variety
is enjured by the introdudion of mijcellaneous
Hymns, not out of harmony with thoje with which
they come in contaS.
I have now to exprejs my Jincere gratitude to
all the many friends who have ajQiJled me in the
compilation of Lyra Eucharijiica, Where all
have been kind, it would be invidious to refer to
any, unlejs reference is made, in detail, to all.
The names of all thoje to whom I am indebted
will be found below, in the Index of the Sources
preface. xix
of the Hymns — of all thofe, at leajl, whoje names
I am at liberty to mention. The remainder are
indicated by initial letters. And I beg that all
will be fo good as to accept individually, the
thankful acknowledgments which are thus made
colleSively : for my bejl thanks are due to thofe
who have helped me either as Authors, with their
talents, in the original portions of the Book, or
with their kind permijjion, in the caje of thoje
Hymns which have been reprinted: or as Pub-
lijhers, with their generous leave to make ufe of
their literary property.
In ail cajes, where it was either praSicable or
needful, and in many in which it was not necej'-
jary, I have obtained permijjion from thoje con-
cerned to reprint the Hymns which are now re-
publijhed. Such a courje, I conceive to be only
courteous ; whiljt the breach of it involves the
breach of a principle— intrinjically — of honejly,
which in theje days jbmetimes leads to dijagreeable
contingencies. At the jame time, I cannot but
exprejs an opinion — whilfl fully allowing the legal
right of either Publijher or Author to refuje per-
mijjlon, and aljb admitting my deep obligations
and debt of gratitude to thoje who with liberal
generojity have aided me in this Compilation —
that Devotional Literature, be it proje or poetry,
is the common heritage of a common Chrijlianity,
and that they are to be reprehended who would
throw objlacles in the way of a wider circulation
XX preface.
of a form of words, which tends to make men more
holy and jujl and good. Of courje there are limits
even to religious poaching for the benefit of Souls ;
and I am aware that my view is in opposition to
the mercantile view of the caje. I may now, how-
ever, venture to jay, without the chance of being
mijlaken, with regard to the Hymns now firjl
publijhed in this ColleSion, that they are copy-
right : and I may add, at the requejl: of a Con-
tributor, that permijjion to reprint any of the ori-
ginal Hymns mujl be made to myjelf. At the
worjl, juch an announcement will be regarded as
the rejult of pardonable vanity on behalf of the
contributions of friends.
All the Hymns which have been reprinted in the
following pages, have been reprinted verbatim^ e:;^-
cept in a few injlances of adaptation, which have been
duly acknowledged. Into the quejtion of the mora-
lity of altering the Hymns of others, I will not enter.
In the caje of living Authors, there appears to be
only one alternative to be adopted — either to ob-
tain permijjion or to abjlain from altering. In the
caje of Hymns to be ujed in Divine Worjhip, in one
generation, which were the offjpring of a former,
it jeems dejirable to relax the Jlerner principle. Of
late, it has been the fajhion to decry all alteration.
I apprehend this to be a mijlake. Only a ColleSor
knows the pang which rejults from a decijion to
omit fome beautiful Hymn from a Colle6lion, on
account of jbme trivial mijlake in tajle or fault in
prefac^^ xxi
rhyme, which a Jlroke of the pen would remedy, or
re ""ore to accordance with the wonted vocabulary
of the day. Such jelf-command I have had to
exercije ; at the fame time, I mujl allow, (to anti-
cipate criticifm) that I am conj^zious of Jbme things
I would jee otherwije, in the prejent ColleSion.
But as this Volume was not compiled with a view
to defy critical acumen, and as it does not ajpire
to poetic infallibility, but was prepared with a
viewtoRelip-ious and Devotional ediiication,! have
been the lefs careful to exercije a rigid cenjbrjliip
in this particukxr. Still, I have not added Jbme ,
Hymns, which I would gladly have added ; and I
have not conjidered the omijjion of verjes or Jlanzas
to dejerve the lajh adminijlered to thoje, who un-
dertake to improve upon the compojitions cf their
friends. Thofe who uje the lajli, however, Jhould
conjider the temptation — and Jhould apply it ac-
cordingly. On this Jubje^, I have only to add,
that as a rule, the Hymns in this Volume are not
meant for public worjliip, nor for jlnging. Some
of the Verjes, it is true, are intended for both
purpofes ; and fome have either had mujic Jet
to them, or have themjelves been written for
mufir.
Nothing, it is maintained, has been printed in
Lyra Eucharijlica which is not in accordance with
the Teaching of the Church of England, on the
Myjlery which forms the fubjed of the Colledion.
This is no place for controverjy ; but it appears
xxii i&teface>
to me, that we are differently placed with reference
to thoje with whom we have the misfortune to dif-
fer, and between which, Ecclejiajlically, we find
ourjelves placed. And whiljl I have no hesitation
to uje the words of thoje with whom I agree Jub-
Jlantially on the Dodrine of the Real Prejence,
and rejoice to be allowed to do [Oy be they in
what Branch of the Church they may ; it jeems
to me, on the other hand, to be unreal to employ
a form of words, which, though in jbund they can
be jubjcribed, yet in ejfence are not intended
, to convey the meaning which they may be made
to bear. Hence, I have reludantly omitted many
beautiful Hymns. But if the opportunity is af-
forded, I Jhould rejoice to be able to include the
Verjes to which I refer, amongjl the Additional
Hymns which are alluded to above. The Hymns
tranjlated from the German Jland, Theologically,
upon a different footing. But even if it be
injijled that their insertion is inconjijlent, I Jhall
claim an exception on behalf of the few that are
printed, which are not of German Catholic origin ;
whiljl, to prevent mijlake, I may Jlate that, to
my mind, the jcruples in the ufe of Hymns by
thoje of different Creeds, which I have exprejjed,
only refer to compojitions on jubje^ls wherein op-
pojing Dodrines are brought into collijion, juch
as the jubjeS of the Holy Communion. On other
jubjeSs, I jhould be forry to deny myjelf the benefit
to be derived from a good Hymn, jimply becauje
^Vttatt. xxiii
it was written by one with whom I was unable,
dogmatically, to agree.
In the event of Lyra Eucharijiica proving a
Juccejs, in a bujinejs point of view, the Publijhers
are willing to ijfue a jijler Volume, compiled upon
the fame principles as the prejent work — with this
difference, that I jhould wijh to be allowed to add
Hymns and Verjes from the Sources which I have
felt myjelf debarred from ujing on the prejent
occajion. The reajbn to which I have referred
would not hold good in the caje of a feledion of
Hymns on the Life of our Blejjed Lord ; and
though I do not apprehend there will be a large
proportion of Hymns from other Sources, than
thofe from which this work is drawn, yet, it is
propojed to admit of a jbmewhat wider latitude
in the compilation. The title juggejled for the
future CoUe^ion is Lyra Mejfianica ; and the Jub-
jeS-matter of the Hymns will be the leading
Events and chief Myjleries in the Life of Christ,
arranged in accordance with the jequence of the
Seajbns and Fejlivals of the Church. I have
already colleSed much material for the propojed
publication ; and if theje lines reach the eye of any
who feel dijpofed to help me carry it into effed,
either with tranjlations from the Latin, Greek,
German, or other languages, or with original pieces,
or again with formerly printed Verjes, I jhall be
greatly obliged for juch ajjijlance. And I may jlate,
roughly and in outline, that the jcope of the pro-
xxiv preface.
pofed Colle6!ion will be as follows, and that Lyra
MeJJianicay if I am allowed to publijh it, will con-
tain H^^mns, amongjl others, on the Advent of our
Blejfed Lord, the Annunciation, the Nativity,
the Epiphany, the Holy Childhood, perhaps on
the Minijlry, on the Pajion, Crucifixion, and
Entombment, the ReJurreSion, the Forty Days
after, and the Ajcenjion, and pojjibly on the
glorified Life in Heaven, and the Second Advent.
The Hymns in Lyra Eucharijiica have been
arranged according to the fivefold Divijion into
which the Englijh Oihce for the Holy Commu-
nion is divijlble. In many cajes this divijion is
arbitrary. But it was thought better to attempt
jbme arrangement, even an imperfeS one, than
to print the Hymns under no fyjlem ; and to
arrange them according to their jubjefl-matter,
as far as pojQible, rather than in their chronolo-
gical order, or under the headings of their Authors'
or Tranjlators' names. The Altar Office has ever
been divijlble into five Ritualijlic portions ; and
although the Office in the Book of Common
Prayer has received Jeveral additions to, and has
Juffered from many iranjpojitions in its component
parts, from its earlier and purer form, yet theje
five Divijions can Jlill be dijlindly traced. The
Introdudion reaches from the beginning of the
Office to the Creed. Then follows the Oblation,
which includes the Offering of the Elements,
and the colleSion of the Alms, and reaches to
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Prayer of Humble Accejs. Thirdly, comes the
jacred AS of Conjecration, or the Canon, as it
was anciently termed. After that, the Commu-
nion of the People follows : and the Office is
concluded with the Thankjgiving. Now the firjl
and lajl Divijions of the Office are eajily jupplied
with Hymns ; for many of the Eucharijlic Hymns
were compojed for ufe either in Preparation for,
or in Thankjgiving after the BleJJed Sacrament.
In the Part entitled the Conjecration, it was
thought well that the majority of the Hymns
Jhould be from ancient or mediaeval Sources.
The difficulty of arrangement is therefore chiefly
confined to the Jecond and fourth Parts. And in
thefe two Divijions, German Hymns and reprinted
ones have been combined with original Verjes and
tranjlations from the Latin or Greek, in Juch a
manner as to produce the leajl amount of Jame-
nejs in the combination.
^ I am rejponjible, not only for the arrangement
of the H^^mns, but aljb for the Titles and for
the JeleSion of the Texts at the head of mojl of
the Poems. Many, both of the Texts and the
Titles of thoje Hymns that are reprinted, are re-
produced from the Sources whence they are de-
rived ; but many alfo are new Jeledions. The
tranjlations have been made on no one Jyjlem.
The ColleSion contains Jpecimens of many kinds
of rendering : and literal verjions have been placed
Jide by fide with thofe that are freer in tranjlation,
xxvi Preface*
and which jeek to convey the fenje of the original,
rather in corresponding, than in absolutely equi-
valent terms. As a rule, duplicate tranjlations
of the fame Hymns have not been injerted ; but
in a few cajes this rule has been relaxed in favour
of fome Verjes in very different Jlyles of rendering.
I mujl apologije for this egotijlical and lengthy
Preface. As it is the only portion of Lyra Eucha-
rijiica I contribute — although the pleajureof col-
le8ing and arranging the whole Volume has been
mine — perhaps jbme excufe may be made for both
faults. At leajl the Reader has the remedy in
his own hands, and may proceed at once to the
main portion of the Book — a courje, of which I
certainly jhall not complain.
ORBY SHIPLEY.
S. Barnabas' Dav,
A.D. 1863.
Contents^*
Part I.
THE PREPARATION.
No. I.
N Ancient Euchariftic Hymn.
S^uo me, Deus, amore F A. M. M. i
2. The Precious Blood.
Fi^a! Vi^a! Gesu, eke per mio
bene . . . . F. W. Faber 3
3. Conformity of the human Will to the Will Divine.
Hier iji mein Herz H. L. L. 4
4. Draw near with Faith.
Let us draijj near . . in full ajfurance of Faith,
O. C. P. 6
5. A Prayer in Preparation, of the xv. Century.
Sal've ! Saluberrima , . J. D. Chambers 7
6. A Prayer to the Lord Jesus.
My Soul hath a defire . . . . M. Bridges 10
7. The Morning of Reception.
Let a man examine himfelf W. G. Tupper 12
8. An ancient Communion Hymn.
Sal-ve,feJ}a Dies! W. A. 14
9. The Sacred Humanity the Principle of Eternal
Life.
Mein Jesu, der du 'vor dem Scheiden.
Frances Elizabeth Cox 15
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10. A Sequence of the xvi. Century.
Hodierna Lux diet A.M.M. 17
11. A Procefiional Hymn.
The 'LoKY) Jhall fuddenly come to His Temple,
J. H. 18
12. The Holy Feaft.
Come, for all things are no'w ready » H. Alford 20
13. An Exhortation to the Soul, of the xv. Century.
Eia^ dulcis Anima . . . J. D. Chambers 21
14.. The Ceafelefs Jnterceffion of Christ.
This Man hath an unchangeable Priejihood,
C. S. 22
15. The Fountain opened for Sin.
In that day there fliall be a Fountain opened for
Sin H. R. B. 24.
16. Prayer and Sacrifice.
In e^'ery place Incenfe fhall he offered unto Me,
We ha've an Altar ... E. C as wall 25
17. An ancient Hymn of the xv. Century.
Eledum O Frumentum . . . . A. M. M. 27
18. Euchariftic Precept and Prayer.
This do in Remembrance of Me . Lord, remem-
ber me W. E. 28
19. A Hymn of Angelus.
Liebe die du michfo milde. C. Winkworth 79
20. The Penitent's Soliloquy and Petition.
Come unto me^ all that tra'vail . . . .33. 31
21. Corpus Christi.
Lo, I am ^ithyou airway . . A. de Vere 33
22. Invitation to the Holy Communion.
Kommt herein, ihr lie ben Glieder . H. L. L. 34
23. A Prayer of the xv. Century.
Sal've ! Sua'vis et Formofe L. 36
24. Our daily Bread.
Gi^ve us this day our daily Bread.
A. A. Procter 38
25. Latus Salvatoris.
One of the Soldiers pierced His Side. M. Bridges 39
26. Kyrie Eleifon.
Herr Jesu Christe, mein getreuer Hirte.
Catherine Winkworth 40
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27. An Ode of S. John Damafcene.
Msya, TO Mvcrrnpiov .... J. M. NeaLE 42
28. The Crols the anticipation of the Altar.
He 'was ^woundedfor our tranfgrej/icns,
T. Grinfield 43
29. Meditation on the Holy Eucharift.
So man did eat AngeW Food . . W. C. Dix 44
30. An ancient Canticle.
Un^a Crux Dei Cruore . . Sister M. 46
Part II.
THE OBLATION,
31. The Offering of the New Law.
Sacrifice and Offering Thou nuculdefl not.
Christina G. Rossetti 48
32. A Sacrifice acceptable, weli-pleafmg to God.
The hAUBfiainfrom the foundation of the 'world.
W. B. 50
33. A Hymn of S. Andrew of Crete.
To fAzyA Mv(rrri()iov .... J. M. NeALE 5 1
34. A Colloquy between the Difciple and the Divine
Mafter.
In my trouble I 'will call upon the Lord.
M. Bridges 52
35. A Vefper Hymn of S. Thomas Aquinas.
Sacris SolemniisjunSiaJintgaudia.
J. D. Chambers 54
36. Chriftmas Midnight Celebration of the Holy
Eucharift.
Glory to GoD in the Higheft. H. N. Oxenham 56
37. Midnight Chriftmas Communion.
He came unto His O'wn^ and His O^wn recei'ved
Him not E. L. L. 57
38. A Carol for Chriftmas -Tide.
Behold, the Bridegroom cometh, A. M. M. 60
39. Hymn for Maundy Thurfday : from the German.
Ifrael doth not kno'w ; My People do not confider.
Sister B. 63
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40. Eafter Celebration of Holy Myfteries.
T^he Lord is rifen indeed W. B. 65
41. Holy Communion on Eafter Day.
Ad Regias Acm Dapes . . . H. A & M. 66
42. Eafter Celebration of the Blefled Sacrament.
Unto you it is gi'ven to kno^w the Myfleries of the
Kingdom of God . . , F. W. Faber 67
43. The Divine Prefence : a Hymn for Alcenfion-
Tide.
God fitteth upon His holy feat . W. C. Dix 69
44. Afcenfion Communion.
While they beheld. He <was taken up . C. S. 71
45. The Celebration at Emmaus.
They. told ho^w He 'was knonvn in the Breaking
of Bread T. Grinfield 73
46. The Altar of the Crofs.
Signum Crux no'va Federis , . Sister M. 74
47. Euchariftical.
The Real Prefence . . . W. G. Tupper 75
48. Euchariftic Hymn of the xiil. Century.
Recolamus facram Coenam . . A. M. M. 81
49. The Chriftian Altar.
The Bread of GoD is He Which comet h doivn
from Heaijen R. Evans 83
50. Chrift All in All.
Omnia habemus in Christo . . . W. C. C. 84
51. Forgivenefs in Communion.
Erlajfen ifi der Siinden Schuld.
Frances E. Cox %s
52. Communion Hymn of the vli. Century.
SanSii, ^enite, Corpus CHRiSTifumite.
J. M. Neale 87
53. The Soul's Soliloquy and Colloquy with Christ.
Schmiicke dich Hebe Seek . . SisterB. 88
54. The Tree of Life.
Signum pretiojiusy Signum Crucis pretiofius,
W. C. C. 91
55. The Euchariftic Advent,
/ came doujnfrom Hea<ven.
Cecil Frances Alexander 92
56. Commemoration of a faithful Prieft.
^antis micas honor ibus . . I.Williams 93
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57. The True Vine.
I am the T^rue Vine A. M. M. 95
58. The moft Precious Blood of Christ.
Sal'vete, Christi Fulnera, H.N.Oxenham 97
59. Communion Hymn from Calderon.
Which things are an Allegory, R.C. Trench 99
Part III.
rUE CONSECRATION.
60. Sequence of S.Thomas Aquinas.
Lauda, Sion, Sal<vatorem . . H. A & M. loi
61. Corpus Christi.
O come, let us ^worjkip, and fall do^wn.
F. W. Faber 104
62. Anima Christi.
Anima CuKiSTi, fanSiifica me , . O. C. P. 106
63. An ancient A61 of Adoration.
A^el Christi Corpus rfr«z« . . . L. 109
64. A Sequence of the xvi. Century.
Laureata Plebs fidelis . . . . A.M.M. 109
65. Sacramental Hymn.
He that eateth Me, the fame Jhall li've by Me,
E. OSLER III
66. A Hymn attributed to S. Anfelm.
Christi Corpus, ^q;^/ . . A.M.M. 112
67. Ancient Euchariftic Prayer.
My Flesh is Meat indeed . .J. Trend 113
68. Christ, our High Prieft and Sacrifice.
Mundus effufis Redemptus . . E. Caswall 114
69. The unfearchable Riches of Christ.
The Lord is my Jlrong Rock . . . and my Re-
fuge F. Stanfield 115
70. Proceflional Hymn of S.Thomas Aquinas.
Range lingua Glorioji Corporis. H. A & M. 116
71. Euchariftic Hymn of the xv. Century.
A've ! Rex, ^ui defcendifti L. 118
72. A Prayer after Confecration, of the xii. Century.
Sal<ve, Sanaa QhYiO Tim . R. E. E. W. 119
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73. A Litany of Jesus.
I am Tky Servant C. S. 120
74. The Rhyme of S. Thomas Aquinas.
Adoro Te de^vote, Latens Deitas.
E. Caswall 123
75. Ancient A61 of Adoration.
A^e! CakoCukisti Car a. J.D.Chambers 325
76. The Pledge of Immortality.
My Flesh is Meat indeed. Bishop Heber 125
77. Prayer, after Confecration, of the xv. Century.
Anje I Verbum Incarnatum . . A. M. M. 126
78. Eucharlftic Meditation.
This is My Body. TMs is My Blood. G. R. 126
79. An A6t of Adoration of the xlv. Century.
Aa;e ! Caro Christi Car a . . Sister M. 12
80. The Fountain of Life.
Whofoe'ver drinkeih of the Water that I Jhall
give hiniyjliall ne'ver thirji, C. A. M. W. .132
81. The Reward of Perleverance.
Sa^pe corde tepido et arido accedimus, W . C . C . 133
82. The Prieft and the Altar.
Jamfatis fluxit cruor hojiiarum .I.Williams 134
83. The BlelTed Sacrament.
Our God is a confiiming Fire, . H. Rawes 135
84. The two great Gifts of Christ.
this is My Body. Behold thy Mother.
A. DE Vere 137
85. The Crofs the Fount of Blefling.
Crux tua, Bone Jesu, omnium Pons Bene die-
tionum W. C. C. 138
86. Hymn of the xiv. Century.
Christvs, Lux indejiciens L. 139
87. The pleading Prefence of Christ in Heaven.
This Man . . . hath an unchangeable Prieft-
hood W. B. 141
88. Prayer to Jesus in the Blefled Sacrament.
Remember me, Lord . . E. Caswall 142
89. A Sequence of the xvi. Century.
Ave! Caro Christi . . . A. M. M. 143
90. The Altar Shade.
A Man Jhall be ... as the Shadonjo of a great
Rock Bishop Heber 144
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91. An Ancient Aa of Adoration.
Christi Corpus, ^t;^/ .... L ij.f
92. An Euchariftic Prayer. * * ' ^S
Jesu, nobis miferere R. B i4.e
93. Thoughts on the Real Prefence. * • • 4-5
The Cup ofBleffing . . is It not the Communion
of the Blood o/Christ ? L. Bourne
94. Sequence on the Precious Blood, of the xvi.
Century.
Reminifcens Beati Sanguinis . A. M. M.
lOI
147
149
Part IV.
THE COMMUNION,
95. The Soul's Invitation to Holy Communion.
Come, for all things are nonju ready.
Cecil Frances Alexander
96. Hymn of S.Thomas Aquinas.
Verbum Supernumprodiens. H. A & M.
97. Hymn of the Holy Feaft.
I am that Bread of Life C. S. icc
98. Self-fearching at Communion.
Stretch forth thine hand , . . .B.E.B. ic6
99. The Type and Antitype.
Hojle dum njido triumphans . E. Caswall
00. An Euchariftic Prayer.
To kno^ the Lo^e of Christ ivhich pajjeth
knonvledge .... R. H. Baynes
Union with Christ in Holy Communion.
My Beloved is Mine, and I am His. E. L. L. 1 59
102. An Ancient Profe on the Sacrament of the
Altar.
Banis defcendens Ccelitus . R.E.E.W. 160
103. Euchariftic Colloquy.
O ]i£.sv , du mein Brautigam . Sister B. 162
104. A Sequence of the xvi. Century.
De Super no. Hierarchid . . . A. M. M. 164
c
152
M4.
157
158
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105. Conference between Christ, the Saints, and
the Soul.
/ am pale ijoithjick dejire*
Christina G. Rossetti
106. Euchariftic Prayer.
O Colenda Deitas . . . Dr. Trend
107. The hidden Altar-Life.
Verily^ Thou art a God that hideft Thyfelf.
h. n. oxenham
108. Anima Christi.
Thou art a place to hide me in, M. Bridges
109. The Marriage Supper of the Lamb.
HeiVger Tifch den Jesus decket,
Frances E. Cox
no. An ancient Anthem.
O Efca ^iatorum .... H. A & M.
1 1 T . The Angel's Invitation to the Prophet.
An Angel touched him, and f aid unto him —
Arife and eat W. B. R.
112. Euchariftic Anthem; from the German.
Behold the I. AWR of God . . Sister B.
113. A Prayer to the Lord Jesus.
He <was 'wounded for our tranfgrejjion.
Cecil Frances Alexander
1 14. Hymn on the Real Prefence, of the xiv. Century.
Panis DulciJJime .... J. Trend
115. The Miracles of Grace and Nature.
This is the Lord's doing, and it is mar^vellous
in our eyes . . . J. S. B. Monsell
116. Sequence of the xvi. Century.
A^e! Caro Christi Regis . A. M. M.
117. Corpus Christi.
Gi^ve the Lord the honour due unto His Name,
M. Bridges
118. The Love of Christ for His Spoufe.
He brought me to the Banqueting Houfe.
Unknown
119. A Profe of the xv. Century.
A'vel Verum Corpus natum.
A Combination
120. Prayer for the fulfilment of a Promife.
1 ivill commune n^jith thee from aho've the
Mercy-feat Anonymous
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121. A Penitential Hymn, after negle6l of Com-
munion.
I am no more ^worthy to be called T/iy Son.
F. E. C. 187
122. Hymn to Jesus in the Bleffed Sacrament.
Behold, O God our Defender . W. C. Dix 189
123. Hymn of Santolius of S.Vi6lor.
The Blood of Jesus Christ cleanfeth us
from/in R. F. L. 190
124. A Hymn of Angelus, of the xvii. Century.
Guter Hirte, ^-will/i du nicht,
Frances E. Cox 191
125. The Origin of the Church.
En, ut fuperba criminum . E. Caswall 193
126. The earthly Priefthood Divine.
O Sacerdotum 'ueneranda Jura,
I. Williams 194.
127. The Wedding Garment.
Dum Veftem audis Nuptialem , . , de bonis
operibus W. C. C. 195
128. The Rofe of Sharon ; a GeiTnan Hymn.
/ am the Rofe of Sharon.
Catherine Winkworth 197
129. The Bread that cometh down from Heaven.
They need not depart j gi^eye them to eat.
C. Wordsworth 198
Part V.
THE THANKSGIVING.
130. The Canticle of S. Terefa, after Holy Com-
munion.
Vi'vOyfm 'vi'vir en mi , . E. Caswall 201
131. Sacramental Union with Christ.
I 'will lo've him, and <will manifefl My f elf to
him American 206
132. The Crown of Vi6tory.
Steil und dornig ijl der Pfad.
Frances E. Cox 206
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133. In hac Cruce Te invenit, quicunque invenlt.
Circumire pojjum . . niji in Cruce. W. C. C. 208
134.. The laft Communion in Church.
Lord, noix! letteji Thou Thy Servant depart
in Peace W. W. How 209
135. The Wounded Side.
Dignare me, O Jesu, rogo Te. H. A & M. 210
136. Self-dedication to God.
Nun nimm mein Herz.
Catherine WiNKwoRTH 211
137. Powerful to Save.
The Lord grant . . that he may find Mercy.
C. A. M. W. 212
138. The New Ark.
Cor Area Legem continens . E. Casvvall 213
139. The Crofs of Christ.
O Crux, qui fola languentes . . SisterM. 214
140. Memento Christi.
Halt im Geddchtnijs Jesum Christ.
Frances E. Cox 215
141. The Ship in the midft of the Sea.
And ]esvs ^vent unto them ivalking on the
Sea C. Wordsworth 217
142. A Hymn of S. Bernard.
Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium . . Ray Palmer 218
143. Communion Calm and Joy.
Peace I leaue ivithyou . . .American 219
144. The Laft Sacraments.
Tea, though I <walk through the Valley of the
Shado'w of Death, I ivillfear no e^vil.
F. G. Lee 220
145. A61 of Thankfgiving after Reception.
Abide ^ith us -, for it is to^-wards e'vening.
F. W. Faber 223
146. Thankfgiving after Communion.
E<very day ^11 1 gi've thanks unto Thee.
J. Keble 225
147. A Giving of Thanks, of the xv. Century.
Saturatus Ferculis et Cibis. J.D.Chambers 228
148. The Evening after Communion.
JVe are Members of His Body. E. Caswall 230
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14.9. Euchariflical.
Ev^apicrrovjixBv 2oi , . . 6 ©£0? hfA>m . . H. T. 232
150. Euchariftic Thankfglving.
O gi<ve thanks unto the Lord, for He is
Gracious B. E. B. 233
151. Remember Me.
The Chriflian's Requeft to his Friend.
I. Grinfield 235
152. A Poft-Communion Prayer, of the xv. Century.
O Jesu, Dulcijjime . . . . R. W. V. 238
153. The Remembrance.
Wie konnt ich Sein njergejjen.
Catherine Winkworth 239
1 54.. A6i: of Thankfgiving : from the German.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hofts,
H. N. OXENHAM 240
155. Euchariftic Adoration,
O ^ivorJJiip the Lord in the beauty of Holi-
nefs , . . . . J. S. B. Monsell 241
156. Hymn to the Precious Blood.
Vi'va, nji^va, Jesu . , . E. Caswall 242
157. Reft and Peace in Truth.
Per Pacem ad Luc em.
Adelaide A. Procter 243
T58. A Sacramental Retrofpe6l.
Worthy is the Lamb that ivasjlain,
T. Grinfield 244
159. The Sign of the Son of Man.
Then/hall appear the Sign of the Son (j/'Man
in Hea^ven . Folliott S. Pierpoint 246
160. Jesus pafleth by.
]esvs of Nazareth pajfeth by. C. A.M. W. 248
161. The Second Advent.
Te doflie^w the Lord's Death till He come.
Unknown. 249
162. Hymn on the Heavenward Courfe.
Himmelan geht unfre Bahn.
Frances E. Cox 250
163. Prayer for the Gift of Gratitude.
Aus Lieb njer^wundter, Jesu mein.
Sister M. 252
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164. A8: of Reparation: a Sequence of the xvii.
Century.
Flange, Sion, muia ^ocem , . H. R. B. 253
165. Completion of the Sacrifice of the Crofs.
// isfiniflied A. M. M. 256
ERRATA.
Page XXXV, laft llne,ybr *'2o6*' read "207."
Page 110, line 5,/or " Behold" read " Behold !"
Page no, line %,for " this earthly Germ" read " the
earthly Sum."
Page 122, line 15, /or " hmnbling" read " trembling."
Page 126, lines 8, 12, and 14,/or " Hail !" "Hail!" and
"Thou'' read in each " O."
Page T44, injlead of lines 5 and 6 read
" Ranfom, Guide, Redemption free.
Now our Satisfa6lion be."
Page 173, line i^,for "befitting" r^^^ " be fitting."
Page 207, laft line but 5, /or " Viftory" read^^ Vi6tor."
Page 232, line i^,for " Gift" read ** Gifts."
Index of Sources, No. 60, add "B^^ed on a tranflation in
T/ie Prieji to the Altar , a privately printed Manual for Holy
Communion."
Ditto, No. ji%,for "Unknown" read " Bafed on a
Hymn of C. Wefley, 1745, t)y an unknown writer."
Ditto, No. 164, add " The original Sequence is printed
in the Ecclefiologiji, vol. xix. 1858."
2Lpra Cucljanftica.
i^pmnsf anti Series on t!)e
i^olp Communion^
PART I.
THE PREPARATION.
Sin Slticient Cucljan'ftic ^^^^mvi.
^0 mey Deus, amore.
Y God, what lack I more when
Thou dojl blefs ?
Deep calleth unto deep when Thou
Bendejl from Heav'n o'er my un-
worthinejs
Hajlening to pay its vow ;
For me Thou comejl to Thy Altar holy,
For me — O Love beyond all ken —
Priejl of the Mojl High God, yet ViSim lowly,
Giver, yet Gift to men.
B
2 %^z preparation.
Here no jlain beajls, nor birds of air are rejling,
Not with earth's fruits the Soul is fed,
But Sweets of Paradije, Thy Love attejling,
Here are full lavijhed ;
With love for that vajl Love, with Jlrong jelf-
loathing
Thee in this Sacrament we hail ;
Thee we do worjhip, clothed in that poor Clothing,
Veiled in that lowly Veil.
Farewell then all ! The Lamb's blejl Supper
waiteth ;
Farewell then all I loved before !
Farewell, farewell for aye ! my heart repeateth.
Ye have my heart no more :
O Bethlehem, whence jprings the Bread of
Heaven,
O Jordan, whence is Drink Divine,
Not earthly hujks, nor Abana's wave be given,
Only my Lord be mine.
Sweet is the grape in fair Engaddi's valley,
Sweet was the Manna jent to blejs
The weary fainting people, wandering daily
In the great wildernejs ;
But Thou, O Flour of W^heat, O Vine of Glad-
nefs.
Only for Thee I thirjt. Do Thou
Come to Thy lowliejl Graft and cheer his jadnejs.
So jhall he pay his vow.
Fiz^a / Fiva ! Gesu, che per mio bene.
AIL, Jesus, hail ! Who for my fake,
Sweet Blood from Mary's Veins didjl
take.
And Jhed It all for me ;
Oh, blejfed by my Saviour's Blood,
My Life, my Light, my only Good,
To all Eternity.
To endlejs ages let us praife
The Precious Blood, Whofe Price could raije
The world from wrath and jin ;
Whofe Streams our inward thirjl appeafe,
And heal the Jinner's worjl difeafe,
If he but bathe therein.
O Sweetejl Blood, that can implore
Pardon of God, and Heaven rejlore,
The Heaven which Jin had lojl ^.^^^
While Abel's blood for vengeance pleads,
What Jesus Jheds Jlill intercedes
For thofe who wrong Him mojl.
Oh, to be fprinkled from the wells
Of Christ's own Sacred Blood, excels
Earth's bejl and highejl blifs ;
The minijlers of Wrath Divine
Hurt not the happy hearts that Jhine
With thofe red Drops of His.
Ah, there is joy amid the Saints,
And Hell's dejpairing courage faints
When this jweet jbng we raije ;
Oh, louder then, and louder Jlill,
Earth with one mighty chorus iill,
The Precious Blood to praije.
Conformitp of tfie finmaw Mlill to t^e
Hier ift mein Herz,
My Son, give Me thine heart.
ilERE is my heart — my God, I give it
Thee;
I heard Thee call and jay —
Not to the world, My Child, but unto
Me—
I heard, and will obey :
Here is love's offering to my King,
Which in glad jacrifice I bring —
Here is my heart.
Here is my heart — furely the gift, though poor.
My God will not dejpife ;
Vainly and long I fought to make it pure
To meet Thy Jearching Eyes ;
Conform ftp to tlje aaiill 2Ditime. ^
Corrupted firjl in Adam's fall,
The Jlains of Jin pollute it all —
My guilty heart.
Here is my heart — my heart ]b hard before,
Now by Thy Grace made meet,
Yet bruijed and wearied it can only pour
Its anguijh at Thy Feet :
It groans beneath the weight of Jin,
It Jighs Salvation's joy to win —
My mourning heart.
Here is my heart — in Christ my longings end,
Near to His Crofs it draws ;
It fays — Thou art my portion, O my Friend,
Thy Blood my Ranjbm was :
And in the Saviour it has found
What blejjednejs and peace abound —
My trujling heart.
Here is my heart — Ah, Holy Spirit, come
Its nature to renew.
And conjecrate it wholly to Thy home
A temple fair and true :
Teach it to love and Jerve Thee more.
To fear Thee, trujl Thee, and adore —
My cleanjed heart.
Here is my heart — it trembles to draw near
■ The Glory of Thy Throne :
Give it the Jhining Robe Thy fervants wear
Of Righteoujhefs Thine Own :
6 %^z preparation.
Its pride and folly chaje away,
And all its vanity, I pray —
My humbled heart.
Here is my heart — teach it, O Lord, to cling
In gladnejs unto Thee ;
And in the day of forrow jlill to Jing —
Welcome, my God's decree ;
Believing all its journey through
That Thou art Wife, and Jujl, and True—
My waiting heart.
Here is my heart — O Friend of friends be near
To make each tempter fly ;
And when my latejl foe I wait with fear
Give me the viSory :
Gladly on Thy Love repojing.
Let me Jay when life is clojing —
Here is my heart.
2Drato near toit!) faitli^
Let us draw near with a true heart, in full
ajfurance of faith.
NTO Thy holy Altar, Lord,
Our heads and hearts bowed low.
Where Thou art mojl to be adored.
We come Thy Grace to know.
Wearied and wounded in our Jlrife
With Satan and with Jin,
^Preparation for l^olj Communiom 7
We come to Thee, the Bread of Life,
New Jlrength and hope to win.
We do not ajk how it can be,
That Thou Thyfelf Jhouldjl give
Into our hands and hearts ; but we
Receive Thee there, and live.
Oh, dwell within us when we turn
Back on our earthly way.
And may we, by Thy Prejence, learn
To love Thee more each day.
SL ^vaptv in preparation Cor tlje l^ol? Cont:^
mtinion, of tl)e ;rb* Centurp^
Sa/ve / Saluberrima.
AIL! Thou, Who from Heaven on high
Health to all Jicknejs bearejl ;
Hail ! Unto the darkened eye
Thou of all light the fairejl.
Hail ! Dejire which life tranjcends
Of all Thy Saints departed ;
Hail ! Who to Thy loving friends
Art e'er the Loving-hearted.
Hail ! Thou Bread of Angels blejl,
Mojl fweet and ever-precious ;
Hail 1 Who with Divinejl tajle
Dojl in Thy Paths refrejh us.
9
Cfie preparation*
Thou in very truth art He,
Whom my whole Soul dejireth ;
God and Man I worjhip Thee,
To Thee my faith ajpireth.
When in conscience or in thought
Guilt or dark error dwelleth,
Faith, by Thy dear Prejence brought,
All gloom and woe dijpelleth.
Make me all the fervour feel
Of that Thy Fire Divinejl ;
Now Thyjelf unjeen reveal,
Who e'er in Jecret jhinejl.
Let the clouds, which dim my Soul,
Before Thy genial Splendour,
Hence away far dijlant roll,
And leave it pure and tender*
Come, O Christ, King ever blejl.
Come, Thou our Conjblation,
In my heart a welcome Guejl
Fix Thy glad habitation.
May that golden Jhaft of Love,
Which once [o deeply jmote Thee,
And from Heaven, Thy Throne above.
Into this Jad world brought Thee,
preparation for !^ol? Communiom 9
Wound anew Thy tender Heart,
That Thou in Glory reigning,
Mayjl to me Thy Self impart,
From all Thy Wrath refraining.
Here Thy blejjed fojourn make.
Fragrance and Joy diffujing ;
Rejl in my jad bojbm take,
Therein Thy manjion choojing.
God of Love and Clemency,
Now to Thyjelf unite me ;
And, tranfgrejjbr though I be.
Ne'er in dijplea/ure Jlight me.
Lord, of Thee this Gift I claim.
For this one Mercy pleading ;
For Thine ever-blejjed Name,
For that Thy Love exceeding.
Which erjl made Thee deign to be
Of our frail flejh partaker ;
With Grace and Kindnejs vijit me
Thy fervant, O my Maker.
Choofe me for thy dwelling-place
O God of my Salvation ;
Fold my heart in Thine Embrace,
Sweet Guejl, take here Thy Jtation.
10 %lit IBreparatiDiu
Think not how I am, with Thee,
A vile and weak tranjgrejjbr ;
Rather how, made Man, for me.
Thou art an IntercejQfor.
By that mighty Love which moved
Thee on that Crojs afcending,
When thereon Thy Limbs beloved
Thou wajl meekly bending ;
So with loving kind Embrace
Cajl now Thine Arms around me ;
And by the bounties of Thy Grace
Give proof that I have found Thee.
Hither come with joyful fpeed,
Oh, hajle Thee here to meet me ;
Give Thyjelf to me indeed
A jinner, I entreat Thee.
a ^u^zt to t^e Horn gieCujS in tl)e Bledeti
Sacrament.
My Soul hath a defer e and longing to enter into the
Courts of the Lord.
ORD, to Thine Altar let me go,
The child of wearinejs and woe.
My Home to iind ;
From Jin, and jenje, and jelf jet free,
SL draper to ttie Horn leCuiS. 1 1
Abjbrbed alone in love to Thee,
Able to leave in liberty
This world behind.
Jesus, be Thou my Heavenly Food,
Sweet Source Divine of every Good,
Centre of Rejl ;
One with Thy Heart let me be found,
Projlrate upon that holy Ground,
Where Grace, and Peace, and Life abound.
Drawn from Thy Breajl.
There let me lean, and live, and lie.
As fajl the fleeting moments fly.
Sands in a glajs.
Which Time may Jhake with rejllejs hand.
Yet only at Thine Own Command,
Till to a dearer, happier Land,
My Soul Jhall pafs.
Then, then unveiled wilt Thou appear
To thofe, who walking with Thee here,
Theje wilds have trod.
In faith, that with the Cherubim,
The Saints, and Hojls of Seraphim,
They too may join th' eternal Hymn
To Thee, O God.
12 ^^e iSreparation.
Clje 9^ovnins of Eeceptiom
Lef a man examine him/elf, and fo let him eat of that
Bread and drink of that Cup.
T is a day of fear :
Rije up betimes, go forth alone
With tongue fajl Jealed and heart bowed
down,
Becauje Thy Lord is near.
Leave not thy thoughts to roam
Hither and thither, where they would ;
Lejl fretful cares on thee Jhould crowd,
Forgetful of thy Home.
Let not thine eye go free ;
Look on the earth beneath thy feet,
The pit that for thy Jins was meet.
Had God been jujl with thee.
Bethink thee of thy Jin ;
A Jlifling cloud, a fejlering jbre,
A rotting canker at the core.
That gnaws thy heart within.
Good art thou to the Jight ;
But would thy cheek be dry as now,
As gay thy fmile, as bright thy brow,
If all were brought to light ?
^Ije aborning of Eeceptiom 13
Yet, not in gloomy jadnejs
Be thy heart bowed and eye down cajl ;
Is not the night of forrow pajl ?
Is't not a morn of gladnejs ?
Think on the Holy Feajl,
On His dear Love and gracious Name
Who janSifies Himjelf, the jame
Both Sacrifice and Priejl.
Go, and be One with Him ;
Dwell thou in Him, and He in thee.
Him freely love Who fets thee free,
Though but in Jhadow dim.
:^r THE
For, it Jhall not be fo
In that great Day, when faithful Souls, ^^'^ERSITY
Whom flejh doth fway and Jin controls, ^ .
As they are known Jhall know :
To be for ever One
With Him, Whom with the Father High,
And Spirit, Angels tremblingly
Adore as God alone.
Blefs, Lord, Thy Child, oh, blefs ;
Strengthen my weaknefs ; foothe my grief;
Forgive and help mine unbelief;
Rejlore my faithlejjhejs.
\^
14 ^I)e lareparation-
To God, Whom all adore,
The Father, Son, and Comforter,
Who is before all creatures were,
Be Glory evermore.
SLn ancient Communion l^jmm
Salve, f eft a Dies!
AIL, fejlal Day ! for evermore adored,
The Virgin Church jalutes her Bride-
groom Lord.
Hail, fejlal Day !
This is God's Palace, Houfe of Peace and Health,
Here the poor enter to their Father's Wealth.
Hail, fejlal Day !
David's Son is here — Who hath made us kin
To God and man, theje Mother walls within.
Hail, fejlal Day !
Ye are the wedded Band, the nuptial Ring,
If keeping truth, your Heavenly Troth ye bring.
Hail, fejlal Day !
Here new Jerufalem defcendeth bright,
Frejh deck'd with jewels from the Halls of Light.
Hail, fejlal Day !
^Se feacreli l^umanitp of 3efu0. is
Here fruits of Faith, that jpring from holy Love,
The King of Jujlice waters from above.
Hail, fejlal Day!
This, David's Tower of Strength — Oh, run with
fpeed.
Here Jhalt thou find the Pledge of Heaven indeed.
Hail, fejial Day !
This is God's Ark, that, while the faithful roam.
Bears them o'er trembling waters fafely Home.
Hail, feJlal Day !
%l)z ^acrcti l^umamtp of 3|eru0 tlje ^nn=
ciple of (Eternal ^if0.
Mei// Jesu, der du vor dem Scheiden.
LORD, Who on that lajl Jad eve.
Ere Thou didjl die to fave our race.
Fruits of Thy painful Death didJl leave.
In this New-cov'nant Meal of Grace;
For this, of all Thy Gifts the bejl,
Thy Holy Name be praijed and blejl.
New Life, from Thy Life-giving Blood,
This Sacramental Cup bejlows ;
We take and eat this hallow' d Food
In memory of Thy dying Woes ;
Thy Wounds, Thy Crofs, Thy bitter Pain,
Our thoughts recall them all again.
i6 Cf)e preparatiDu^
We hail an added Sign and Seal
Anew on burdened hearts imprejfed,
That Thy deep Wounds our wound can heal :
Thy Love has jet our fears at rejl,
Cancelled the debt we could not pay,
Torn up and thrown the bond away.
The cords more clojely here we tie,
That faithful Souls with Thee unite ;
The flame of Love mounts up on high,
And rules with all-jubduing might :
The Grace Jiich Jacred hours afford,
Makes us more one with Thee, O Lord.
Through that new Strength Thy Body gives,
That quick'ning Power Thy Blood imparts.
The failing inner Life revives.
In guejts who have believing hearts :
With frejh rejblve, once more begin
The work of Faith, the Jlrife with Jin.
With all Thy Members, Christ, our Head,
We cherijh thus Communion Jweet ;
To drink One Cup, to eat One Bread,
Renders our Union more complete :
One Heart, one Soul, unite our band
PojJeJOfors of this Cov'nant land.
Thy Flesh a jblemn Pledge conveys,
That our weak flejh, though here it dies.
SL Sequence of t|)e riu Centurj^ 17
Like herbs brought forth by dews and rays,
A glorious body jhall arije ;
And when this pilgrim Jlate is o'er,
Shall live with Thee for evermore.
O Lamb of God, fuch precious Gifts
Are in this holy Banquet Jlored,
The Soul from earth to Heav'n it lifts
In faith to feed at this Thy Board :
How high the Feajl, the gain how vajl,
Where Thou Thyfelf art our Repajl.
SI Sequence of tlje x^U Centurp.
Hodiern^e Lux diei,
HE fun that lights this happy day
For rifen man on toil intent.
For us lights up a jurer ray,
Renews the Holy Sacrament,
Where ever contrite Love hath place,
A healing Balm, a quickening Grace.
To-day th' eternal Promije comes,
Th' eternal Hand is open Jpread,
We jcarcely looked for falling Crumbs,
\Ve win the children's Pilgrim-Bread ;
As Bread of old from Heav'n was jent,
He comes, a Gift mojl excellent.
c
i8 die ^©reparatiDm
That was the bread which Mojes gave
The tribes in Sinai's wildernejs,
Fruit of a Law which could not jave —
This is the Bread of Angels ; This
He gave, Who Jits upon Heav'n's Throne,
At His Lajl Supper to His Own.
Hajl thou a Spirit pure and free
In yearnings, hating nought but Jin ?
Life of the world yet giv'n for thee,
This Bread renews the heart within ;
Vain Juch a Myjlery to Jhow
Are eyes. Have Faith — and thou Jhalt know*
Hail ! Bread Immortal, Hail ! Sweet Food,
Sweet unto thoje Thou feedejl thus ;
Hail ! Everlajling Lamb, Whofe Blood
Is our Salvation, Come to us ;
We thirjl ; we tremble ; we implore
Thy Grace. Oh, feed us evermore.
T^e \uOYJi Jhall fuddenly come to His Temple,
N the Name of God the Father,
In the Name of God the Son,
In the Name of God the Spirit,
One in Three, and Three in One,
SL ^roceCKonal %mm 19
In the Name Which highejl Angels
Speak not ere they veil their face,
Crying — Holy, Holy, Holy,
Come we to this jacred Place.
Lo, in wondrous Condejcenjion,
Jesus feeks His Altar-throne ;
Though in lively Symbols hidden.
Faith and Love His Prejence own :
When the Lord His Temple vijits.
Let the lijl'ning earth be Jlill ;
May the Spirit's jweet Indwelling
Each believing heart fulfil.
Here, in Figure reprejented,
See the Paj[}ion once again ;
Here, behold, the Lamb mojl Holy,
As for our Redemption Jlain ;
Here the Saviour's Body broken.
Here the Blood Which Jesus Jhed —
Myjlic Food of Life Eternal —
See, for our Refrejhment Jpread.
Here Jhall highejl praije be offered,
Here Jhall meekejl prayer be poured.
Here with Body, Soul, and Spirit,
God Incarnate be adored :
Holy Jesu, for Thy Coming,
May Thy Love our hearts prepare ;
Thine we fain would have them wholly,
Enter, Lord, and tarry there.
20 %^z Preparation.
Come, for all things are now ready.
O, the Feajl is Jpread to-day,
Jesus Jummons, come away
From the vanity of life,
From the founds of mirth or Jlrife,
To the Feajl by Jesus given,
Come and tajle the Bread of Heaven.
Why, with proud excufe and vain,
Spurn His Mercy once again ?
From amidjl life's Jbcial ties.
From the farm and merchandise,
Come, for all is now prepared ;
Freely given, be freely Jhared.
Blejfed are the lips that tajle
Our Redeemer's Marriage-feajl ;
Blejfed, who on Him jhall feed.
Bread of Life, and Drink indeed ;
Blejfed, for their thirjl is o'er ;
They jhall never hunger more.
Make them once again your choice ;
Hear to-day His calling Voice :
Servants, do your Majler's Will ;
Bidden Guejls, His Table fill ;
Come, before His Wrath jhall jwear —
Ye jhall never enter there.
21
Sin (£xl)onatim ta t|)e »)DuI ta receive t!)e
25oDp o£ tier ?lDrO, of t^e x^* Centui;?^
£/^, ^^/m Anima,
ASTE my Soul, thou Jijler fweet,
Who all my being Jharejt,
For thy Spouje a chamber meet
Now fee that thou preparejl ;
For a kind and gentle Guejl
To vijit thee intendeth :
All that Heaven hath fair and bejl.
To greet thee condejcendeth.
He, Whofe Prejence e'er imparts
A Joy which pajQfeth meajure,
He, Whofe Friendfhip on all hearts
Bejloweth boundlefs pleafure.
Would pojjefs this breajl of thine.
With Thee His Sojourn making.
With thee at thy Board recline,
With Thee His Supper taking.
Arife, and run to meet Thy Lord,
E'en now His Steps are near thee ;
Thine heart a hallowed Jhrine afford
For Him to dwell and cheer thee ;
Oh, hold Him fajl in Thine embrace.
Let Him go from Thee never,
Till with the fulnefs of His Grace,
He blefs thee, here and ever.
22 C5e ^reparatiom
%^t CeaCelefs gntercelCDn of Cfirift.
7*.^// Man ^at/? an unchangeable Priefthood . . . feeing
He ever liveth to make InterceJJion for them.
ATHER of Love, Who didjl not fpare
For us Thine Only Son,
Oh, look on Him, and hear the prayer
Of Thy poor juppliant one —
Behold His pierced Hands and Feet,
Pleading for us e'en now ;
Behold that wounded Heart Jo Jweet ;
Behold, upon His Brow
The traces of the thorny Crown ;
Behold the jlripes He bore ;
By theje, He claims us for His Own —
His Own, for evermore.
Oh, look on Him, and let the Cry
Of this our Brother's Blood,
Who, Guiltlejs, for our guilt did die,
AJcend to Thee our God.
It fues for Pardon and for Peace
For each unworthy Son,
For Mercy, and rejloring Grace —
Wilt Thou refufe the Boon ?
€tuttlzt0 3,nmtzWim of Cfiriff^ 23
Wilt Thou refufe His Love, His Toil,
The one Reward they crave ?
Shall His mojl deadly foe dejpoil
The Souls He died to jave ?
Far be it from Thee, Father Sweet :
Nor wilt Thou turn away
When by Thoje Merits we entreat.
When in that Name we pray ;
For this is Thy Beloved Son,
In Whom Thou art well pleajed ;
Who for the Jins that we had done
Thine Anger jujl appeafed.
Clothed in His Raiment we appear,
Kneeling before His Throne,
Bejprinkled with that Blood [o dear
The Garment Thou wilt own.
And for Its fake, the Jinner vile
Thus made Thy wedding Guejl
E'en juch an one as her, ere while
By feven fiends pojQTejJed.
No depths of fm can drown that Love,
No water quench its fire :
Defponding Soul, arife, and prove
Its Might, its Jlrong Dejire :
24 %lit ^xtpatatim.
Come, yea in lowliejl confidence,
Approach in Jesu's Name :
Greater His Love than all offence — *
Father, that Love we claim.
Bending before Thine Altar low,
We offer It to Thee :
The purejl Offering earth can know.
Or Heaven look down to ]ee.
Father of Mercies, we draw near
In Thy Beloved Son :
Oh, look on Him, and hear the prayer
Of Thy poor Juppliant one.
%l)t jfountain openeo for »)im
In that day there Jh all be a Fountain opened for fin and
for uncleannefs*
g]HERE is a Fountain filled with Blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's Veins,
And Jinners plunged beneath that Flood
Loje all their guilty Jlains.
No taint of Adam's fallen race.
No blot of crimjbn dye.
Can i3ajs uncleanjed that Fount of Grace,
Or Jesu's Love defy.
}@raper am »)atrifice. 25
Jesus, the Father's only Son,
The Heaven's Eternal King,
Our nature took, our pardon won.
And drew from Death his Jling.
For ever from His wounded Side
Flow Streams of endlejs Life,
And thence, with holy Strength Jupplied,
We conquer in the Jlrife.
Dear Dying Lamb, Thy Precious Blood
Shall never lofe Its Power,
Till all the ranjbmed Church of God
Are javed for evermore.
For this Thy vajl redeeming Love,
Mojl Holy Trinity,
From Saints on earth and Saints above
Eternal praije to Thee.
^ra^er ano »)acriftce4
In ez'ery place Incenfe Jhall be offered unto Me, and a
pure Offering,
We have an Altar.
H, weak are my bejl thoughts, and poor
Is all that I can jay ;
Whether I lift my voice in prai]*e,
Or kneel me down to pray.
26 ^ije Preparation^
Wherefore I thank Thee, Gracious Lord,
Whoje Love provides for me
A higher, and more perfeS way
Of drawing nigh to Thee —
The Way of Sacrifice — ordained
When earth was in its prime,
UJed by the hoary Patriarchs
All through the olden time.
To Ifrael's Children in the Law
Of trembling Sinai given ;
To us in later days confirmed
By Christ Him jelf from Heaven.
O fweet ecjlatic thought, 'tis mine
To offer, as of yore,
A Sacrifice, and One in Power
Excelling all before.
For me, upon an Altar fair,
Is pleaded, day by day.
The Body and the Blood of Him
Whom Heaven and earth obey.
For me is immolated Jlill,
Again and yet again.
In the pure Hojl, the Very Lamb
On Calvary's Altar Jlain.
And as the Jcarcely buoyant plank,
Knit in the vejQfers Jide,
With eafe careers acrojs the waves
O'er leagues of ocean wide.
So, too, though weak my prayer, O Lord,
Though poor my praijes be,
Yet, knit with this high Sacrifice,
They win their way to Thee.
Sin ancient ^^mn of t^t x^* Century.
EleBum O Frumentum,
HOLY Wheat eleSed,
When wilt Thou come to me ?
Stay of my heart dejeSed,
It would Thy Temple be.
E'en as Thy Will hath Jpoken
It lies beneath Thee broken ;
Oh, when, oh, when the token
That it hath Thee ?
Keen be my faith and Jleady,
Far be all Jlain of /m ;
O God, my heart is ready,
O Jesu, enter in.
Shall my love fail ? Oh, never ;
This be my one endeavour,
Here be Thy rejl for ever.
Grant I may win.
28 ^5e iSreparatiam
(Eucfiariffic precept atiD ^©raper*
This do in Remembrance of Me,
Lord, remember me when Thou comeft into Thy
Kingdom,
NTO Thy Feajl with heart deep hujhed.
And lowly bended knee,
As Thou commandedjl, BleJJed Lord,
I come, remembering Thee.
With thankfulnejs that weeps its joy,
I lijlen tremblingly.
Unto the Words of Love Divine —
My Blood was Jhed for thee,
My Body given — Jesu, Lord,
Through all I fly to Thee ;
In life, in death, at every hour
Do Thou remember me.
Grant Thou me Food to Jlay my Soul,
That I in Thee may live ;
Till I have left this mortal jlrife
Vouchsafe that Food to give.
When fought the fight, and kept the faith,
Death comes to fet me free,
Receive me, Jesu, let me in;
In Love remember me.
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SL ^i^mn of angelu0, of tfie xW^ Century.
Liei^e die du mich fo milde,
LOVE, Who formedjl me to wear
The Image of Thy Godhead here ;
Who jbughtejl me with tender care
Through all my wanderings wild and
drear ;
O Love, I give myjelf to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who ere life's earliejl dawn
Thy choice on me hath gently laid ;
O Love, Who here as Man wajl born,
And wholly like to us wajl made ;
O Love, I give myjelf to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who once in time wajl Jlain,
Pierced through and through with bitter woe ;
O Love, Who wrejtling thus didjl gain.
That we eternal Joy might know ;
O Love, I give myjelf to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, of Whom is Truth and Light,
The Word and Spirit, Life and Power,
JO %l)t ^reparatiom
Whofe Heart was bared to them that Jmite,
To Jhield us in our trial hour ;
O Love, I give myjelf to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who thus hajl bound me fajl
Beneath that gentle Yoke of Thine ;
Love, Who hajl conquered me at lajl,
And wrapt away this heart of mine ;
O Love, I give myjelf to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who lovejl me for aye,
Who for my Soul dojl ever plead ;
O Love, Who didjl my Ranjbm pay,
Whofe Power jufficeth in my Jlead ;
O Love, I give myjelf to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who once Jhalt bid me rije.
From out this dying life of ours ;
O Love, Who once o'er yonder jkies.
Shall fet me in the fadelejs bowers ;
O Love, I give myjelf to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
31
before ^olp Communion*
Ctf;57^ unto Me, all that travail and are heavy laden,
and I will refrejh you.
COME, O Lord, to Thee :
In jad and grievous thought, I hear
Thy Call ;
And I mujl come, or elje from Thee I
fall
Deeper in mijery.
I have not fought Thy Face :
And yet. Thou biddejl me to tajle Thy Love,
Drawing my faithlejs heart to things above,
By Thy redeeming Grace.
Shame wraps my heart around.
Like morning's gloom upon the mountains jpread ;
Indignant memory — Avenger dread —
Deepens each rejllejs wound :
Yet muJl I come to Thee :
Thou hajl the Words of Life, and Thou alone ;
Thou fitt'Jl upon the Mediator's Throne ;
Where Jhould a Jinner flee ?
32 Cfie preparation.
Nor Saints', nor Angels' will
Could lift the burden from this wounded breajl ;
Weary, I come to Thee, and Thou wilt give me
rejl,
Thou wilt Thy Words fulfil.
I come to Thee : jince all
To Faith is pojjible, in Faith I come,
As blind, and deaf, and maimed, and halt, and
dumb ;
Before Thy Feet I fall.
Whom didjl Thou turn away ?
From what dijlrejs was hid Thy pitying Eye ?
What cold rebuke e'er checked the jinner's cry ?
Can I unheeded pray ?
Saviour, oh, come, and Jave :
Speak but the Word ; Thy Servant Jhall be whole :
Turn, Lord, and look on me ; quicken my Soul
Out of this living grave.
For Thou art here mojl nigh :
Strength in this Bread, Refrejhment in this Wine
Lie hid ; in earthly things Thy Power Divine,
My Jins to crucify.
Enter my opening heart :
Fill it with Love, and Peace, and Light from
Heaven ;
Give me Thyjelf, for all in Thee is given :
Come, never to depart.
33
Corpus Cfjnftu
Loy I am with you alway, even unto the end of
the world,
EJOICE, ye Angels, and thou Church
This day triumphant here below ;
He cometh, in meekejl Emblem clad,
Himjelf He cometh to bejlow.
That Body which thou gavejl, O Earth,
He giveth back — that Flesh, that Blood,
Born of the Altar's myjlic birth.
At once thy Worjhip and thy Food.
He, Who of old on Calvary bled.
On all thine Altars lies to-day
A bloodlejs Sacrifice, but dread.
The Lamb in Heaven adored for aye.
His Godhead on the Crofs He veiled,
His Manhood here He veileth too ;
But Faith has eagle eyes unjcaled,
And Love to Him Jhe loves is true.
" I will not leave you orphans. Lo,
While lajls the world with you am L"
Saviour, we fee Thee not, but know.
With burning hearts, that Thou art nigh.
D
34 ^l)e ^reparatiom
He comes. Blue Heaven, thine incenfe breathe
O'er all the confecrated jbd ;
And thou, O Earth, with flowers enwreathe
The Jleps of thine Advancing God.
SLn gintJitatton to tltt l^olp Commumom
Kommt herein^ ihr lieben Glieder,
RIENDS in Jesus, now draw near.
Brothers, Jijlers, enter here ;
Filled with humble, glad emotion.
Bowed in lowly, deep devotion :
Come, approach the facred Board,
'Tis the Supper of the Lord ;
Where the choicejl things of Heaven
From His loving Heart are given.
He, Who, leaving Throne and Crown,
To our fallen world came down.
All our wants and woes to Jhare,
All our Jins and griefs to bear ;
He, Who journeyed weary years
In the land of toil and tears.
Onward to the Crojs and Grave
Hajlening, the lojl to jave ;
He devijed this Feajl of Love,
Thus the coldejl heart to move,
^nliitatfon to ^olp Commumom 35
Thus to bring Himfelf more near,
Thus to make Himfelf more dear :
On the facred Symbols feajling,
All the Love of Jesus tajling,
All the Spirit's Grace and Power,
Oh, the fweetnefs of the hour.
Who can tell the joy, the blijs.
Of Communion Juch as this ;
Sink, my Soul, in deep projlration.
Lowly, fervent adoration ;
Earth-bound hearts, at length arife ;
Reafon, foar beyond the Jkies ;
At Thine Altar, Lord, we bend,
Let the fire from Heaven dejcend.
Hujh your anthems. Cherubim ;
Stand ajlonijhed. Seraphim ;
Men on earth, your brothers lowly,
Dare to join your " Holy, Holy."
Lord, may Grace imparted here
In our future lives appear :
Thefe have been — let others fay —
At the gates of Heaven to-day.
k
36 W&t ^rtparatiom
SL }9raper before l^olp Communion, of tje
X^. Centurp^
Salve! Suavis et Formofe,
WEET and Beauteous, hail to Thee !
God, Who ^o hajl loved me,
Jesu Gentle, Jesu Dear,
When I Jland Thine Altar near,
Grant me to be ranked among
Thofe eleS who round Thee throng.
Fill me with Thy fullejl Grace.
Hail ! O Christ, Thou Saviour Blejl,
Only Hope of Souls diJtreJOfed,
Hear, oh, hear me, as I pray,
Purge, O Lord, my guilt away ;
And, to baffle Satan's art.
Give me jaintlinejs of heart,
Every evil from me chaje.
. Hail to Thee ! O Royal Head,
Which beneath the thorns hajl bled,
Marked with /pitting and with Gore,
Whence the Hair Thy foemen tore ;
Bow down, Lord, Thyjelf, and hear,
To Thy jervant's prayer give ear,
Hearken, O Redeemer mild.
^va^n before ?^Dlp Communion* 37
Hail to Thee ! my Saviour's Side,
Whence poured forth the mingled Tide,
When the Blood and Water flowed
Where the Spear had made a road ;
In that Fountain wa/h me, Lord,
Throughly cleanje the guilt abhorred
Of my Soul by Jin defiled.
Hail ! O Stream, when wajhed by Thee,
All the world from Jlain is free,
From a fpotlefs Heart and pure
Thou hajl flowed to work our cure :
May the voice of faintly prayer
Rije to Christ for me, who dare
Of this Cup to drink to-day.
Hail ! O Son of God mojl High,
What I longed for, now have I ;
Through this precious Gift, once more,
When this life is pajl and o'er.
Guard me from my cruel foe.
Grant me. Lord, Thy Face to know,
And to dwell with Thee for aye.
38 ^fie preparation*
<aDur SDailp BreaD*
Give us this day our daily Bread,
IVE us our daily Bread,
O God, the Bread of jlrength ;
For we have learnt to know
How weak we are at length :
As children we are weak,
As children mujl be fed ;
Give us Thy Grace, O Lord,
To be our daily Bread.
Give us our daily Bread,
The bitter bread of grief :
We fought earth's poijbned feajls
For pleajure and relief;
We fought her deadly fruits.
But now, O God, injlead.
We afk Thy healing Grief
To be our daily Bread.
Give us our daily Bread
To cheer our fainting Soul ;
The Feajl of Comfort, Lord,
And Peace, to make us whole ;
For we are Jick of tears.
The ufelefs tears we Jhed ;
Now give us Comfort, Lord,
To be our daily Bread.
Eatiig feialtiatorfsf. 39
Give us our daily Bread,
The Bread of Angels, Lord,
By us, jb many times.
Broken, betrayed, adored ;
His Body and His Blood,
The Feajl that Jesus Jpread ;
Give Him — our Life, our All —
To be our daily Bread.
ilatu0 &ali3atDri0^
One of the foldiers with a fpear pierced His Side^ and
forthwith came thereout Blood and Water.
HERE is an everlajling Home,
Where contrite Souls may hide ;
Where death and danger dare not come —
The Saviour's Side.
It was a cleft of matchlefs Love,
Opened when He had died,
When Mercy hailed in worlds above
That wounded Side.
Hail ! Rock of Ages, pierced for me.
The grave of all my pride ;
Hope, Peace, and Heaven, are all in Thee,
Thy jheltering Side.
There ijjued forth the double Flood,
The Jln-atoning Tide,
40 ^lit preparation-
In Jlreams of Water and of Blood,
From that dear Side.
There is the only Fount of Blijs,
In joy and jbrrow tried ;
No refuge for the heart like this,
A Saviour's Side.
Thither the Church, through all her days,
Points as a faithful guide.
And celebrates with ceafelefs praije.
That Jpear-pierced Side.
I&prie (EleiCon. ^
Herr Jesu Christe, mein getreuer Hirte.
ORD Jesus Christ, my faithful Shep-
herd, hear ;
Feed me with Thy Grace, draw inly
near :
By Thee redeemed, in Thee alone I live,
All I need 'tis Thou canjl give :
Kyrie Eleijbn.
Ah, Lord, Thy timid Jheep now feed
With joy upon Thy Heavenly mead.
Lead us to the cryjlal River
Whence our life is flowing ever :
Kyrie Eleijbn.
ISi^viz (Eleffon. 41
For Thou art calling all the toil-opprejjed,
All the weary to Thy Rejl ;
The pardon of their Jins is here bejlow'd,
Thou dojl free them from their load :
Kyrie Eleijbn.
Ah, come, Thyfelf put forth Thine Hand,
Unbind this heavy iron band,
Set me from my Jbrrows free,
Give me Jlrength to follow Thee :
Kyrie Eleijbn.
Thou fain wouldjl heart and Soul to Thee incline,
Take me from myjelf and make me Thine ;
Thou art the Vine and I the branch, oh, grant
I may grow in Thee a living plant :
Kyrie Eleijbn.
For nought but Jin I find in me.
Yet are they done away in Thee ;
Mine are anguijh, fear, unrejl.
But in Thee, Lord, I am blejl :
Kyrie Eleijbn.
42 %^t preparation
Sin 5D0e of ^^ 3|oljn 2Damafcen0, of tfte
tiuuCenturp>
Msycx, TO MudTYipiov,
jjHRIST, we turn our eyes to Thee,
And this mighty Myjlery :
Habakkuk exclaimed of old,
In the Holy Spirit bold —
Thou Jhalt come in time appointed.
For the help of Thine Anointed.
Tajle of Myrrh He deigned to know,
Who redeemed the jburce of woe :
Now He bids all Jicknefs ceaje
Through the Honeycomb of Peace ;
And to this world deigns to give
That fweet Fruit by which we live.
Patient Lord, with loving Eye
Thou invitejl Thomas nigh,
Showing of that wounded Side ;
While the world is certified
How the third day, from the Grave,
Jesus Christ aroje to fave.
Blejt, O Didymus, the tongue
Where that firjl ConfeJJion hung,
Firjl the Saviour to proclaim,
Firjl the Lord of Life to name ;
Such the Graces it jupplied —
That dear touch of Jesu's Side.
43
^1)0 €vot0 tf)e janticipatiDU of t^z altar*
He was wounded for our tranfgrejjions ; He was hruifed
for our iniquities.
jjALK not of Bread ; the Soul, entranced,
but eyes
That Heavenly Form, Jo buffeted
and bruijed :
Talk not of Wine ; the Soul, entranced, dejcries
That Brow, that Side, with Healing Blood
juffufed :
Nor tell me of a conjecrated Board ;
Hence with the wings of wafting Faith I rove ;
On Golgotha, before th' Expiring Lord,
I bend in grief, ajlonijhment, and love.
Sweet is the liquid grape to him that glows
With gajping thirjl, or bread to Jlarved dijlrejs ;
But fweeter far a Saviour's Death to thoje
Who thirjl and hunger after Righteoufnejs.
Oh, as the branch is nourijhed by the Vine —
Thou, Saviour, art the Vine, the branches we —
Still may our Spirits, in this myjlic Wine,
Drink life, health, beauty, joy, fejlivity.
44 %^z preparation
SL a^etJitation on tf)e ?^olp (Eucljarift>
4^(7 man did eat Angels* Food; for He fent them
Meat enough,
ESU, we laud and worjhip Thee,
The veiled Incarnate Deity ;
Since Jinful man eats Angels' Food —
The Bread of Life, the Precious Blood.
Oft as we feek Thine Altar-Throne,
Help every Soul in juppliant tone.
As Love's own voice comes whijpering by.
To ajk with tears — Lord, is it I ?
Lord, is it I, who doubt if Thou
Art really Prejent with us now,
Prejent to calm each aching breajl,
To give the heavy laden rejl ?
Lord, is it I, who turn away.
And go like Judas to betray,
As if no Pajchal Blood had gleamed
On lips, which Grace has once redeemed ?
J ESU, what Love can Thine tranjcend.
Love without meajure, time, or end ;
Which gives to thoje who feek Thy Feet,
Thy Blood to drink, Thy Flesh to eat ?
Sl^etiftatiDn on tfie l^olg (Eixt^avifi. 45
Oh, Glory, that no tongue can tell,
Oh, Prejence mojl ineffable.
Hidden in Forms of Bread and Wine,
Faith now adores her Lord Divine.
Yes, fpotlefs ViSim, Jinlefs Priejl,
We hail Thee in this awful Feajl ;
And pray through It our Souls uplift
To Thee, the Giver and the Gift.
In hours of woe, in time of wealth,
Be this fweet Food the Spirit's health —
Till in this Strength we reach our home.
Till to the Mount of God we come.
There we Jhall jee, unveiled at lajl,
When Holy Sacraments are pajl.
The Prejence which on earth we own,
And know even as we are known.
Jesu, all laud and praife to Thee,
At this high Feajl our prayer Jhall be
That we, who hymn this mighty Grace,
In Heaven may Jee Thee Face to face.
46 %^t ^reparattoiu
an ancient Canticle.
TJnBa Crux Dei Cruore.
ITH the Precious Blood anointed,
Thee we hail, O holiejl Tree !
Life at thy blejl touch returning
Owns thy wondrous potency :
Such thy glory, Juch thy virtue
Since our Saviour hung on thee.
Fount of univerjal BleJOing
From the Wounds of Jesus poured,
Let the wounded gaze upon thee
And their healing is ajjured ;
Only let them look, believing,
They Jhall prove their Lord's dear Word.
Holy Crofs, thou Seat of Judgment,
Where the Jujl One jat enthroned.
To pronounce the righteous Sentence,
Yet His righteous Ire dijbwned
When He bare the Wood of healing,
Who the Rod of vengeance owned.
Thou in Whom all things are holy,
Only fpring of SanSity,
Sin Ancient €antitlt. 47
1
Though our Jins be dark and fearful
Thou canjl wajh their Jlain away ;
Let Thy healing dews refrejh us
In our lajl jharp agony.
. .1
To the Father, the Creator,
Everlajling Glory be ;
To the Son, Who willed to fufFer
That the captive might go free ;
To the Spirit, Who doth guide us
Into Peace and SanSity.
PART II.
THE OBLATION.
Wqz fiDffermff of t^e il5eto Hato, tfie €)ne
€)blatiDn once ^fEeretr-
Sacrifice and Offering Thou wouldeft not, but a Body
hafl Thou prepared Me,
NCE I thought to fit fo high
In the Palace of the Jky ;
Now, I thank God for His Grace,
If I may fill the lowejl place.
Once I thought to fcale fo foon
Heights above the changing moon ;
Now, I thank God for delay —
To-day, it yet is called to-day.
While I Jlumble, halt and blind,
Lo ! He waiteth to be kind ;
Blejs me foon, or blefs me Jlow,
Except He blefs, I let not go.
^1)0 €)ffertng: of t^e ^eto Hato. 49
Once for earth I laid my plan,
Once I leaned on Jlrength of man,
When my hope was Jwept ajide,
I Jtayed my broken heart on pride :
Broken reed hath pierced my hand ;
Fell my houje I built on jand ;
Rooflejs, wounded, maimed by jin.
Fightings without and fears within :
Yet, a tree. He feeds my root ;
Yet, a branch. He prunes for fruit ;
Yet, a Jheep, theje eves and morns,
He Jeeks for me among the thorns.
With Thine Image Jlamped of old.
Find Thy coin more choice than gold ;
Known to Thee by name, recall
To Thee Thy home-Jick prodigal.
Sacrifice and Offering
None there is that I can bring ;
None, jave what is Thine alone :
I bring Thee, Lord, but of Thine Own —
Broken Body, Blood Outpoured,
Theje I bring, my God, my Lord ;
Wine of Life, and Living Bread,
With theje for me Thy Board is jpread.
E
50 ^f)e jPblation*
SL Sacrifice acceptable, todl-^pleaOng: to (Buft*
T^e Lamb JlatTi from the foundation of the world.
EA, Thou wajl once a Viaim jlain,
Thy Manhood in the atoning pain
Was offered once, and ne'er again.
But, Lord, in their immortal worth.
Thy Flesh and Blood are Jlill jet forth
Before God's Throne, in Heaven and earth.
For, Prejent wherejbe'er they be,
By Nature's rule or Myjler}^,
We have Thy Sacrifice and Thee.
And Prejent truly and indeed.
In Sacrament our Souls to feed.
That Flesh and Blood are jlrong to plead.
For in Them never fails nor dies
The Might of Thy dread Sacrifice
That Jlands before the Father's Eyes.
And thus on lowliejl Altar floor,
E'en as within the eternal door,
They Jhow Thy PaJJion evermore.
O Thou, Whofe Love can thus combine
The earthly with the Heavenly Jhrine,
Let this pure Offering keep us Thine.
51
SL ^^mn of &♦ ainlireto of Crm, of t!)e
To //teya Mt'(7T)i^iov.
H, the Myjlery, pajfling wonder,
When reclining at the Board,
Eat— Thou jaidjl to Thy Dijciples—
That true Bread with quickening
Jlored;
Drink in faith the healing Chalice,
From a Dying God outpoured.
Then the glorious upper Chamber
A celejlial Tent was made,
When the Bloodlejs Rite was offered.
And the Soul's true Jervice paid,
And the table of the feajlers
As an Altar jlood displayed.
Christ is now our mighty Pajcha,
Eaten for our myjlic Bread ;
As a Lamb led out to Jlaughter,
And for this world offered ;
Take we of His Broken Body,
Drink we of the Blood He Jhed.
To the Twelve fpake Truth eternal,
To the branches Jpake the Vine —
52 ^^e€)&latiDm
Never more from this day forward
Shall I tajle again this Wine,
Till I drink it in the Kingdom
Of My Father, and with Mine.
Thou hajl Jlretched thoje hands for Jilver
That had held th' immortal Food ;
With thoJe lips that late had tajled
Of the Body and the Blood,
Thou hajl given the kijs, O Judas ;
Thou hajl heard the Woe bejlowed.
Christ to all the world gives Banquet
On that mojl Celejlial Meat ;
Him, albeit with lips all earthly,
Yet with holy hearts we greet,
Him the jacrificial Pajcha,
Priejl and ViSim all complete.
Si Colloquy bettoeen t|)e 2Difciple anti t^e
2Ditiiiie Sl^atter*
In //ly troubhy I will call upon the Lord ; Jo Jhall He
hear my voice out of His holy Temple,
Peccator ad Christum.
Y Spirit longeth for Thee
To dwell within my breajl ;
Although I am unworthy
Of Jo Divine a Guejl :
Si CoUoqup. 53
Of jb Divine a Guejl,
Unworthy though I be ;
Yet hath my heart no rejl
Until it come to Thee :
Until it come to Thee,
In vain I look around ;
In all that I can fee,
No rejl is to be found :
No rejl is to be found.
But in Thy bleeding Love ;
Oh, let my wijh be crowned.
And jend it from above.
Christus ad Peccatorem.
Cheer up, dejponding Soul,
Thy longing pleajed I jee ;
'Tis part of that great whole.
Wherewith I longed for thee :
Wherewith I longed for thee.
And left My Father's Throne,
From death to fet thee free,
And claim thee for My Own :
To claim thee for My Own,
I JufFered on the Crojs ;
Oh, were My Love but known.
All elje would be as drofs :
54 ^l)e flDblatiom
All elfe would be as drofs,
And Souls, through Grace Divine,
Would count their gains but lojs,
To live for ever Mine.
SL StteCper ^^mn of ^* ^fiomajs aqmna0>
of tt)e xiiu Centurp^
Sacris Solemniis junSia Jint gaudia,
ET this our jblemn Feajl
With holy joys be crowned,
And from each loving breajl
The voice of gladnejs found ;
Let ancient things depart.
And all be new around,
In every aS and voice and heart.
Remember we that Eve,
That Supper lajl and dread,
When Christ, as we believe.
The Lamb and leavenlejs Bread
Unto His Brethren brought ;
And thus the Law obeyed.
Of old time to the Fathers taught.
But when the Law's repajl
Was o'er, the Type complete.
To His Difciples lajl
The Lord His Flesh to eat,
SI JKefper !^pmn. 55
The Whole to all, no lejs
The Whole to each, doth meet.
With His Own Hand, as we confejs.
He gave the weak and frail.
His Body for their Food ;
The Jad, for their regale.
The Chalice of His Blood ;
And Jaid — Take ye of This,
My Cup with Life imbued ;
Oh, drink ye all this Draught of Blijs.
.That Sacrifice Jo He
To injlitute did will.
And by a jure Decree
That Office to fulfil.
To Priejis alone confide,
To whom pertaineth jlill
To take, and to the rejl divide.
Lo ! Angels' Bread is made
The Bread of mortal man ;
Shows forth this Heavenly Bread
The end which Types began ;
Oh, wondrous boon indeed,
Upon his Lord now can
A poor and humble Jervant feed.
Thee, Deity Triune
Yet One, we meekly pray,
56 ^1)0 ^blatiom
Oh, vijit us right Jbon,
As we our homage pay ;
And in Thy Footjleps bright,
Condud us on our way.
To where Thou dweH'Jl in cloudlejs Light.
Cl)nttma0 Sl^iDniff^t Celebration of tlje
l^olp (£uc|)anft*
Glory to God in the Higheft, and on earth Peace y Good-
will towards men.
LLELUIA ! Lord mojl Holy,
In Thy Manger -throne we hail
Thee ;
Alleluia ! Meek and Lowly,
Never Jhall our worjhip fail Thee.
Alleluia ! choirs of Angels
Sing at midnight-hour Thy Glory,
To the watchful Jhepherds telling
From the Jkies Thy natal Jlory.
Alleluia ! Child of Mary,
Low the jhepherds bend before Thee ;
Alleluia ! eajlern Monarchs
With their cojlliejl gifts adore Thee.
Alleluia ! Jlill unended
Rings the Angel-note above ;
apiDniffljt Cljnttmap Communion* 57
From our Altars jweetly blending
Echoes earth's rejponje of love.
Alleluia ! jhine the tapers,
Gleams the holly's burnijhed jpray ;
Alleluia ! chant the Credo,
Christ, we welcome Thee to-day.
Alleluia ! Lord mojl Mighty,
Come upon our Jhrines to dwell ;
Alleluia 1 Dearejl Jesus ;
Hark, it founds — the JanSus-bell.
Down in adoration falling.
Hail ! Jweet Sacrament Divine ;
Hail ! to Thee our Souls are calling.
Thou art ours, and we are Thine.
Slpitinifflit C^nftmajS Communion*
He came unto His Own, and His Own received Him not.
iJUT on the world, unheeded, came there
One at midnight hour,
A lowly Maid His Mother, and a
Manger-Jlall His bed;
Out on the cold, cold winter, when the jhow lay
on the ground.
He came a Tender Infant to Bethlehem's humble
Jhed.
58 %itt (Dmtim.
Out on the world, unheeded — for none knew that
He was God,
Save His Parents, and the Jhepherds, and the
jlrangers from afar ;
Theje were His Jble adorers — thefe the courtiers
of the King,
The world faw not the rijing of the bright and
morning Star.
Out on the world, forjaken, poor He comes to Jin-
ners jlill,
When Jlorms are raging fiercely, and 'tis night
becaufe of Jin ;
Out on the cold, cold winter — to their thanklejs
hearts He comes.
And they turn their faces from Him, and will not
take Him in.
Out on the world, neglefied — carelejs Chrijlians
love Him not
While on our Altars dwelling, veiled in Myjtery
mojl high ;
Unbelieving they rejeS Him — they will not own
their Lord,
Out on the cold, cold winter — for they pafs un-
mindful by.
Out on the world, forjaken — but the faithful take
Him in.
As to her Breajl did Mary on that firjl glad
Chrijlmas night ;
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And where'er the red lamp's gleaming tells of the
Hidden God,
They bend the knee and worjhip Him, Who is the
Light of light.
And every lowly bojbm which receives Him
tenderly
He Jlrengthens with His Prejence, and His Blef-
Jing comfort brings ;
What Joy to that poor dwelling when the Lord
of Glory comes —
Another Bethlehem's Manger to enthrone the
King of kings.
Such be my heart, Dear Jesus, this blejfed Chrijl-
mas morn ;
Cold, cold the world unheeding, but my Guejl
vouchsafe to be ;
Though mean and poor the dwelling, true my
heart's glad welcome is.
And this my prayer unceajing — Stay Thou ever-
more with me.
Out on the world, forjaken — Oh, regard Thy
Children's love —
Our tears be Reparation for the Jlights upon
Thee thrown ;
May the Church's great Thankfgiving, this Holy
Sacrifice,
Avail for all the thanklefs, and for all our fms
atone. .
6o Cf)e iPliIatiam
Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Sing every tongue with joy ;
He comes to dwell amongjl us, our Jweet Sacra-
mental King ;
Raije up to Heaven your anthems, and the frag-
rant cenjers wave.
Telling out to every people this great and wondrous
thing.
Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Till Death our voices hujh,
Till we join the Church Triumphant, and reach
the Fount of Grace ;
There no more the hidden Prejence, nor Eu-
charijlic Rite,
But the Bridegroom's Marriage Supper, and to
jee Him Face to face.
SL Carol for C|)riCmaS'-tide.
Behold, the Bridegroom cometh ; go ye out to
meet Him,
OW lift the Carol, men and maids.
Now make exultant Jinging,
This day the Well of Life firjl jprang-
Who Jhall declare its fpringing ?
It is the Birthday of our Peace ;
This day for man, the weary,
The Everlajling Son of God
Was born of Blejfed Mary.
SL Carol for Cljriftmag'-tilie* 6i
He was not born in Jiich jweet days
As we of yore remember ;
It was not funny Jummer-time,
Oh, it was bleak December :
Over our heads the Jun is bright,
Beneath the jhow falls Jlacken,
So, unto this dark wintry world
He came, the dead to quicken.
He did not bring a royal train,
A hojl no man could number ;
Nor lay begirt by damajk folds.
Nor lulled by harp to Jlumber ;
Oh, He was wrapped in jwathing bands
Whoje Might o'erjpans the Heaven,
And a poor trough, whence oxen fed,
For His firjl rejl was given.
But there were Jhepherds at the fold
Who heard the wondrous tiding.
How there was joy in Heav'n that night
For peace on earth abiding.
They went in hajle to Bethlehem,
And Jaw, and told the Jlory
Of Christ, the Lord, a Little Child,
And Angels jinging — Glory.
He lies not in the manger now —
Far o'er the japphire portal
At the Right Hand of Pow'r He Jits,
Who was this day made mortal :
62 . "WittSDUmm.
All in the highejl, holiejl Place,
Where there may dwell none other.
There our own Manhood Jits enthroned,
There is our Elder Brother,
He has gone up into His Home —
Will there be no returning
Until His awful Sign is jeen.
And Heaven and earth are burning ?
O Brother, He will come : He came
Once in our nature Lowly ;
But now in lowlier Wine and Bread
We take the Ever-holy.
Lo ! He is coming ; lo ! the Bride
Her purejl white is wearing ;
Lo ! the twin tapers Jhed their gleam,
The Two-fold Christ declaring ;
And lo ! the Priejl, His Minijler,
Stands between earth and Heaven
To fpeak the ancient Law anew
Before its end be given.
The Birthday of our God and King —
Lo ! we are called to greet Him ;
The everlajling Bridegroom comes,
Oh, go ye out to meet Him.
This is the end of all below,
The crown of Love's bejl Jlory ;
Christ Jlands and knocks — oh, happy Souls,
Receive the King of Glory.
63
Sin ancient ^m^ for a^aunUp ^SurgDap
if rom tlje (Bcrman*
I/rael doth not knowy My people do not confider,
N thoje dark hours of bitter Woe,
When depths of Agony
Bound Me to dujl, I bade It flow—
My Blood, in Streams for thee :
I Jlood alone, My Hands were bound ;
Beneath the Jcourge I Jlood ;
From their long furrows to the ground
Fajt fell the Holy Blood.
My Child, oh, this was all for Thee ;
Oh, hajl Thou ever thought of Me ?
They put on Me a Robe of Jcorn,
Bade thorns My Crown to be ;
I gladly bore it, could have borne
More Jlill for love of thee ;
They gave Me then the Crojs to bear,
And many a word was Jaid
Againjl My holy Name, but ne'er —
Love from My Heart ne'er fled.
My Child, oh, this was all for Thee ;
Oh, hajl thou ever thought of Me ?
Behold Me lifted up on high,
Praying midjl all My Woe,
64 %liz £)l)IatiDn*
With parched Lip and clofing Eye,
My Father for each foe,
And then, with Heart-wrung Wail and Groan-
My God, My God— I faid ;
It Jeemed that I was left alone,
And My true Comfort fled.
My Child, oh, this was all for Thee ;
Oh, hajl thou ever thought of Me ?
The Gentile's fpear hath pierced My Side ;
Lo ! from My Heart within
Water and Blood, a priceless Tide,
Flow forth to cleanje from fin.
Have I left any thing undone,
So thou by it might'Jl be
Brought back. My lojl, My loved One ?
Have I not died for thee ?
My Child, oh, this was all for Thee ;
Oh, hajl thou ever thought of Me ?
For Thee I was content to die.
To Jhame and anguijh moved ;
And now, upon My Throne on high
I love as then I loved ;
To thee My Flesh and Blood are given —
The pure Soul's myjlic Food —
And thou Jhalt be with -Me in Heaven
When thou hajl patJfedviDeath's flood.
My Child, oh, this was all for Thee ;
Oh, hajl thou ever thought of Me ?
65
(Eaffer Celebration of !^olp a^jderiesf*
The Lord is Rifen indeed,
HOU, that on the firjl of Eajters,
Cam'Jl rejplendent from the Tomb,
Leaving all Thy linen Cerements
Folded in the Cavern's gloom,
Come with Thine — All hail — to greet us.
Come our Pajchal joy to be ;
Let our Altar, clad in brightness.
Yield a Throne of white for Thee.
This Jhall crown the Queen of Sundays ;
Grant but this — our cup runs o'er ;
Hymns that welcomed in Thine Eajler
Made us long for this the more :
All the Pafchal Alleluias
Craved to fee the Lamb appear ;
Come the hour when Faith Jhall tell us —
He is rijen ; He is here.
Thou, Whoje all-tranfcendent Manhood
Knew not aught of bonds impojed,
Rijing ere the Jlone was lifted,
PajQing where the doors were clojed,
Prejent here in very Ejfence,
Is there aught too hard for Thee ?
Fill us with Thy Light and Sweetnejs,
From our darknejs make us free.
F
66 %\ft iDMation.
Agnus Dei, we are guilty ;
Panis Vitae, we are faint ;
But Thou didjl not rife at Eajler
To be deaf to our complaint ;
Come, oh, come to cleanje and feed us,
Breathing Peace and kindling Love,
Till Thy Pajchal Blejjlngs bear us
To the Feajl of feajls above.
l^Dlp Communion on (Eafter 2Dap^
J J Regias Agni Dapes,
i|T the Lamb's high Feajl we Jing
Praije to our viSorious King,
Who hath wajhed us in the tide
Flowing from His pierced Side ;
Praife we Him Whoje Love Divine
Gives His Sacred Blood for Wine,
Gives His Body for the Feajl,
Christ the ViSim, Christ the Priejl.
Where the Pafchal Blood is poured.
Death's dark angel Jheathes his Jword ;
IJrael's hojls triumphant go
Through the wave that drowns the foe.
Praife we Christ, Whofe Blood was Jhed,
Pafchal Vi^im, Pafchal Bread ;
With fmcerity and love
Eat we Manna from above.
(Kafter Celebtcitiam 67
Mighty Vidim from the jky,
Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie ;
Thou hajl conquered in the fight ;
Thou hajl brought us Life and Light :
Now no more can death appal,
Now no more the grave enthral ;
Thou hajl opened Paradife,
And in Thee Thy Saints jhall rije.
Eajler triumph, Eajler joy.
Sin alone can this dejlroy ;
From Jin's power do Thou fet free
Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee.
Hymns of glory and of praije,
Rijen Lord, to Thee we raije ;
Holy Father, praije to Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be.
(Matter Celebration of t^e BleCTen
»)acrament.
Unto you it is given to know the Myjieries of the
Kingdom o/God.
HE Myjlery of Myjleries :
Now let the pure in heart draw nigh,
While every pulfe is beating high
With love and holy fear ;
For Christ hath riJen at break of day,
And bids us from the world away.
And hajle to meet Him here.
68 %^t €)bIatfom
The Myjlery of Myjleries :
The Angels and Archangels come
On wings of Light from out their home,
In ranks of glory wheeling ;
Our Souls Jhall mix and blend with theirs,
In loud thank-offerings and prayers,
Before the Altar kneeling.
The Myjlery of Myjleries :
The Souls that Jlill in dimnefs dwell
Deep in the Church invijible.
From doubt and care remote.
They too Jball keep the Feajl to-day,
And to their cells, though far away,
The Hymn of joy Jhall float.
The Myjlery of Myjleries :
Oh, far and wide through all the earth.
Emotions of unwonted mirth
And feeling Jlrange Jhall be ;
And Jecret founds Jhall come and go.
Harmonious, as the throbbing flow
Of the myjlerious Jea.
The Myjlery of Myjleries :
The dead and living Jhall be one,
And thrills of fiery transport run
With Jweetejl power through all ;
For one in heart and Faith are we.
And moulded one, our Head, through Thee,
The Body Myjlical.
^6e 2Dit3ine ^vtfzntt. 69
, The Myjlery of Myjleries :
From eajl to wejl the world Jhall turn,
And Jlay its bujy feet to learn
The mujical vibration ;
While Saints and Angels high Jhall raife,
In one vajl choir, the hymn to praije
The Feajl of our Salvation.
%l)t 3Ditime ^utzntz ; a ^^tnn for
SlfcenOoit'^tiDe^
Gonjttteth upon His holy Seat.
I FT up your fongs, ye Angel-choirs,
Lift up your heads, ye golden gates ;
Before your jewelled portals, lo !
The King and Lord of Glory waits :
His Robes are dyed with royal hues,
A purple glow proclaims the fight j
Jesus has won the world to God,
And triumphed by His Princely Might.
Hark ! Heav'n's enraptured chorus jwells.
To welcome back th' Eternal Son ;
While every glittering Wound Jhows forth —
At what a cojl the Jlrife was won.
Hail ! Jesus, our ajcended King ;
Hail ! Son of Mary, Son of God ;
No mind can e'en conceive Thy jlate.
No tongue can publijh it abroad.
70 %\tt (DhMim.
At God's Right Hand Thou dojl abide.
The Sea of Glajs before Thee jpread ;
And, like unto an emerald,
The Rainbow round about Thy Head :
Yet, wondrous thought, while Jesus there
With God the Father intercedes.
The Spotlejs Lamb for Jinners Jlain
Still on ten thoujand Altars bleeds.
Oft as the high myjlerious Words
Are duly breathed o'er Bread and Wine,
Jesu, the God Incarnate comes
And jeeks His holy Altar-Jhrine —
A Myjlery too deep for fpeech ;
The Jlarry Heavens their Lord rejlore,
And wondering Angels hover near.
While loving, trembling hearts adore.
No longer led by Jhadowy Type
We grope our way to Love's abode,
The Crojs marks out the narrow path,
Thy glorious Wounds light up the road :
E'en now the eye of Faith upturned
Beholds the golden Robe of Light,
Which wrapt Thee round when on the Mount,
Which veils Thee Jlill from mortal's Jight.
Ah ! if no outward Sign be near.
Yet we can kneel and worjhip Thee ;
Each Altar is a Glory-Throne
Where Thou for love of us wilt be :
jafcenfion Communiom 71
Thus, throned in Heaven and throned on earth,
We worjhip Thee, the Viftor dread :
Thou, Who the Heaven of Heavens dojl fill,
Abide with us, O Living Bread,
SLttmfion CommuntDm
White they beheld. He was taken up, and a cloud
received Him out of their fights
ORNE on triumphal clouds
The King of Glory jbars.
While each trained faithful heart below
In wondering love adores.
m
Farther and farther yet
From wijlful gaze is drawn
The glorious car, which bears away
The Joy of hearts forlorn.
Their Lord, their Life, is gone ;
The deeps of Heaven rejume
Their wonted calm, jerenely bright,
Forbidding thoughts of gloom.
For He will ne'er forget :
E'en in His Glory hour
He fends the Heavenly MejOfage down
To comfort them with Power.
72 Cbe €)I)latiDn.
He hath not left His Own :
Where Faith purges the Jight,
And Love the dwelling-place prepares,
There He abides in might.
Return into your hearts,
And ye jhall find Him there ;
He hath but rijen, that they may rije
And breathe of Heaven's own air.
Yea, brightening Faith Jhall jbar
Beyond the clouds of earth,
And hail her Lord, in glorious chant *
Of Eucharijlic mirth.
Afcended, and enthroned
At the Right Hand above,
He re-de]cends, to dwell with men
In His blejl Feajl of Love.
And even as He went,
So Jhall he daily come
Enfolded in myjlerious Cloud,
To make in us His home.
O Saviour, cleanje our Souls
To fee, and own Thee near ;
That we, with Thee, may riJe and dwell
As Thou with us art here.
73
^1)0 Celebration at (Emmau?^
The^ told how He was known of them in the
Breaking f?/' Bread.
HEY talked of Jesus, as they went ;
And Jesus, all unknown,
Did at their Jide Himjelf prejent.
With Sweetnefs all His Own,
Swift, as He oped the Jacred Word,
His Glory they dijcerned ;
And fwift, as His dear Voice they heard,
Their hearts within them burned.
He would have left them, but that they
With prayers His Love ajjailed —
Depart not yet ; a little Jlay —
They prejjed Him, and prevailed.
And Jesus was revealed, as there
He blejjed, and brake the Bread :
But, while they marked His Heavenly air,
The matchlejs Guejl had fled.
And thus at times, as Chrijlians talk
Of Jesus and His Word;
He joins two friends amidjl their walk,
And makes, unjeen, a Third.
And oh, how jweet their converje flows,
Their holy theme how clear.
How warm with Love each bojbm glows,
If Je3Us be but near.
74 %\it <DbMmu
And they that woo His Vifits fweet,
And will not let Him gOy
Oft, while His broken Bread they eat,
His Soul-felt Prejence know.
His gathered Friends He loves to meet,
And fill with Joy their faith,
When they with melting hearts repeat
The Memory of His Death.
But Juch Jweet Vijits here are brief,
Dijpenjed from Jlage to Jlage
(A cheering and a prized relief)
Of Faith's hard pilgrimage.
There is a Jcene when Jesus ne'er,
Ne'er leaves his happy guejls.
He Jpreads a ceafelejs Banquet there.
And Love jlill fires their breajls.
%lit SLltav d£ t^e CroCgf^
Signum Crux nova Federis.
AFE to the haven of their rejl,
O blejed Crofs, thou bear'Jl the lojl,
Sign of a Covenant new and blejt,
Ark of a world in tempejl tojl.
In vain doth the Avenger raife.
With angry might, his red right hand ;
Thy Jilent power his wrath allays.
Forgotten Jinks the fiery brand.
Cuc!)arifticaU 75
Let him, who writhes in agony
Becauje the Serpent's bite was jbre,
Lift up his eyes, and gaze on thee,
And lo ! he feels the jmart no more.
Equal with God, the Holy One
A Sacrifice upon thee lay.
Dear Altar, whence the Blejfed Son
His Father's Anger jbothed away.
O holiejl, O fweetejl Crofs,
Thou with the Precious Blood art dyed ;
And all amended is our lojs.
Since on thy bojbm Christ hath died.
(ButitaviflitaU
The Real Prefence,
KNOW that Thou art here, I know
not how.
While others argue, I Thy Word
adore ;
Body and Soul before Thee lowly bow ;
Thy Word hath Jpoken it, I ajk no more —
Who eateth Me, the jame Jhall live by Me —
O Soul-fubduing Voice, O Myjlery ;
My whole heart thirjleth after Thee, Lord
Christ,
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
76 ^Ift (l)blation.
The Sacrifice of the Altar.
That which He offered at the Pajchal Feajl,
That which He offered on the fruitful Tree,
The once-Jlain Vidim, Prophet, King, and Priejl,
Father, we offer here in Myjlery ;
Behold the Merits, which we could not win ;
Behold His Griefs, Who bore the whole world's
fin;
Behold, Lord God, the Face of Thine Own
Christ,
Shown forth to Thee in Thy dread Eucharijl.
The Communion of Saints,
Ye Saints of God, Sweet Jesus' Body glorious,
From Abel to the babe baptized but now.
Ye that in Paradije take rejl vidorious,
Ye that on earth beneath the Crojs Jtill bow,
Ye lightning-vifaged hojls Angelical,
Here at this Holy Feajl I meet you all ;
Heaven and earth are one in Thee, Lord
Christ ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
Sacramental Likenefs,
They grow alike who dwell in love together ;
And gentle holinejs doth tame and fajhion
Tenderly, as the influence of calm weather.
The vagrant heart which owns no law but pajQiion ;
And Jince for Thy dear Likenefs, Lord, I yearn.
And, wandering ever, once again return
(EucfianftfcaU 77
To dwell in Thee, and Thou in me, Lord
Christ ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
Penitence in Communion.
Deep penitence was hers, who bathed Thy Feet
In tears that welled from out a broken heart ;
High was her lot, when Thou didjl make her meet
In quiet love to chooje the better part ;
More blejl when Jhe, unjparing and deep-loving,
Did what Jhe could, andheard Thy kind approving:
So let me gather Grace on Grace, Lord Christ ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
The Buftnefs of Life,
To tread the way Thy holy Feet have trod,
To keep that flinty path and never Jtray,
To live the hidden Life with Thee in God,
To bear the Crojs with cheerful heart alway.
Learning to live, that I may know to die,
And wait in hope Thy coming Majejly,
This, this is what Thou willejl, O Lord
Christ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
TheWillofGoJi.
Thy Will be mine ; for nothing will I long,
Thy perfeS Will Jhall be my only care ;
78 C6e S>Umon.
Give as Thou wilt, pain, jicknejs, grief, or wrong,
Chill failure, or juccejs more hard to bear :
But grant that faturate with Grace Divine,
My heart may beat in harmony with Thine ;
For Thou, O God, art Very Man, Lord
Christ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
Supplication at the Altar.
Ajk ; and it Jhall be given unto you,
More than ye think, and better than ye aJk :
Seek ; ye Jhall find that I am Jujl and True ;
My powerful Love ye cannot overtajk :
Knock; and it Jhall be opened. — Lord, I knock,
I feek, I aJk ; do Thou Thy Store unlock.
For here Thy Store is richejl, O Lord Christ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
Drynefs before Reception,
A weary body and an o'er-wrought brain,
No wijh to long for Thee, no heart to love.
In hard, dull apathy, a painlejs pain,
Yet will I come, and Thy deep Mercy prove :
For not in plajlic feelings of the mind
Celejlial comfort mujl I Jeek and find ;
But in true Prejence Thou art here. Lord
Christ,
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
(Euc^aritticaU 79'
Sorrowing yet rejoicing.
So many dijappointments, woes, and cares,
Fightings without, mijgiving fears within,
Heart-dejblating joys, bewildering Jhares,
So great a daily load of unknown Jin,
So wearily goes the world, Jo heavily.
That it were better could I ceaje to be —
Yea, but for Union unto Thee, Lord Christ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
Sacramental Reception,
A rujhing Sound as of a mighty Wind
Came down from Heaven, and cloven Tongues
of Flame
On every faithful brow their place did find :
Not ^o He cometh now ; yet aye the Same,
With Jbft low breathings on the inmojl heart.
His unjeen fire of Love He doth impart.
But chiefly at Thine Altar, O Lord Christ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
Awakening to Realities,
I gazed on phantom Jhows and called them good,
Dulling mine eyes with empty wearinejs ;
I ate the hujlis of Jin, and thought it food,
Till my poor cheated Soul Jank down in drcari-
nefs ;
God's Grace awoke m^ ; and I cried aloud —
Oh, fill my hungry Soul ; Jcatter this cloud ;
8o %bz €)blatiDm
There is no Light, nor Food, but Thou, Lord
Christ ;
Therefore I live for Thy dread Eucharijl.
Thirji for Christ.
Not through mere Jhrinking from the griefs of hell,
The worm that dies not, and the quenchlejs fire,
Not through mere longing evermore to dwell
Among the radiant hojls of Heaven's quire,
(For Heaven were hell if Thou Thy Face Jhouldjl
hide.
And hell were Heaven if Thou Jhouldjl there
abide :)
Thyjelf, Thyfelf I long for, O Lord Christ;
Therefore I come to Thy dread Eucharijl.
Union with Christ.
Thou art afcended : we may touch Thee now,
By holy Faith which dwells in things above,
By holy Hope enduring things below,
By Love, outjlripping both, repentant Love ;
Yea, and by this, combining all in one,
Faith, Hope, and Love in vajl Communion,
This more than Heavenly Teaching, O Lord
Christ,
This Gift of gifts. Thy glorious Eucharijl.
8i
8Ln (Eucfiariffic l^^mn of t^e xiiU Century*
Recolamus facram Ccenam,
HRIST fits at His own Board ;
The Brethren twelve receive
The Gift of Gladnefs ; O my heart,
Call up the jblemn Eve,
He is our Maker, He
Died on the Crojs for us ;
Oh, let us keep the memory
Of His Lajl Supper thus :
He was about to leave
The world, and pafs away
Unto the Father ; when He gave
What He will give this day.
He ate the Pafchal Lamb ;
He kept unto the lajl
The Law He ijjued ; while He eat.
That Law's jlern letter pajfed.
Into His Jacred Hands
He took the Holy Bread ;
He brake ; He bleJOfed each Fragment ; then
Unto His Brethren jaid —
Now take and eat ye This,
This is My Body given,
This is the Life laid down for you.
This the New Law of Heaven.
G
82 ^f)e €)I)latiDn.
And drink ye of this Cup ;
Oft as ye drink of Me,
I will ye do this I have done
Unto My Memory.
He fpake ; before them all
Still PerfeS Man He jlood,
Though what He ate and drank He named
His Very Flesh and Blood.
He gave unto the Twelve
(Not to His Manhood's lojs,
Not to Its outward change) the Gift,
Fruit of the bitter Crojs.
And ever Jince that Day
(Who may the Wonder tell ?)
The Faithful eat of Christ, yet He
Abides Unchangeable.
Whoever eats and drinks
Aright, Jhall perijh never ;
Whoever eats and drinks amijs.
Shall dwell in death for ever.
So let him cleanje his Soul,
Who wills what Jesus faith,
A blejjed and an awful thing.
Set unto Life or death.
O Living Bread, O Life,
O Holy Jesus Christ,
%lt CSriffiait SLltav^ 83
Who art the Jame in Heaven, though Thou
On earth art Jacrificed ;
Who in this lower world
Dojl feed the pure in heart,
Oh, grant us at the lajl to be
In Glory, where Thou art.
%ftt Cfirittian ^Itar.
ne Bread 0/ God is He Which cometh down from
Heaven,
REMBLING, we know that Thou, O
Lord,
Dojl know us through all thought and
word ;
But Jhed o'er all Thy Blood we fee,
So gladly hail our Christ in Thee.
Thus finding, as we have been found.
Thy fejlive Table we furround ;
In Thee contained, in Thee combined,
Bring Thee one offering and one mind.
Thou Bread of Life, upon Thy Tongue
When famijhed thoujands clojely hung,
Didjl make the fainting body whole.
Come, Jlrengthen and refrejh our Soul.
I-. / %lit Ablation,
Thou, when the bridal wine ran dry,
A draught far richer didjl fupply.
With real fulnejs of that hour.
Come cheer our Souls, Thy Blood outpour.
So bid us from Thy Board depart.
With all Thy Prejence in our heart.
And bear It far into the night
Of world and Jin, Thy Lamp of Light.
Cfirift ail in jaiU
Omnia habemus in Christo, et omnia Christus
eft in nobis,
AY, art thou wounded, feeble, weak ?
In Jesus thy Phyfician feek ;
Does fever Jlrike, or parching thirjl ?
He is thy Fountain, bejl, and firjl ^
Or, art thou bowed beneath Jin's load ?
He is thy Jujlice — fly to God ;
Does Soul or body Jicknejs thrall ?
He is the Health of both, and all.
Lijl ye for help ? Be not afraid,
He is thy near and ready Aid ;
Does Death affright thee drawing near ?
He is thy Life, and wherefore fear ?
ifotffitieneCsf in Communiom 85
Long you for Heaven's eternal Day ?
Walk boldly on, He is the Way ;
He is thine Aid, His Life was given
To ope for thee the gates of Heaven.
If thou wouldjl fly the mijls of night,
The Sun of Jujlice is thy light ;
He bids the tongue-tied Spirit fpeak,
Unties it in ConfeJJion meek :
Or Jeek ye Food ? He gives thee Bread ;
Thou art by Heavenly Manna fed :
O Hidden God, what harm can fall ?
He gives Himjelf, He gives thee all.
iforgiiiener^ in CDmmumom
Erlajfen ijl der Sunden Schuld,
OOSED are the bands thy Soul which
chained,
My Father's Love and Grace re-
gained —
Such are the words by which to-day
My Saviour chajed my grief away.
'Tis even ]b ; His Death and Pain
God's Favour have rejlored again ;
For me my highejl Good is won.
The work of Grace is fully done.
86 qii)t flDftlatlDlt.
Here Righteoujhejs and Peace abound,
The fejlal robe I here have found,
Which covering all my guilt and Jin,
Has made my Soul at peace within.
This Christ hath wrought, my BleJJed Lord,
Who feeds me at His gracious Board ;
And gladnejs fills my heart and mind.
To think that pardon here I find.
Into my Father's Prejence dread,
No longer now I fear to tread ;
His Wrath appeafed through Christ, His Son,
He bids me come before His Throne.
He now regards me as His Child,
Since I through Christ am reconciled ;
Wajhed in the Blood from Jesu's Side,
To me Heaven's gate is opened wide.
Thy Holy Spirit, Christ, impart.
Work true repentance in my heart.
And e'en from Jin's remotejl brink
With deep abhorrence make me Jhrink ;
That [o I may not fall again,
Byjinning, into Satan's chain.
Nor throw my Father's Grace away,
By going any more ajlray.
Si Communion l^^mn. 87
So Jhall I die at peace with Thee,
From Jin and Jinner's doom jet free,
And at the Lamb's own Marriage Feajl,
In Heaven become a conjlant guejl.
SL €omm\xnion "i^^mn of tlie tiiu Century*
San^iy venite. Corpus Christi /umite,
RAW nigh, and take the Body of the
Lord,
And drink the Holy Blood for you
outpoured.
Saved by that Body, hallowed by that Blood,
Whereby refrejhed, we render thanks to God.
Salvation's Giver, Christ the Only Son,
By that His Crofs and Blood the viSory won.
Offered was He for greatejl and for leajl,
Himjelf the ViSim, and Himfelf the Priejl.
ViSims were offered by the Law of old,
That, in a type, celejlial Myjleries told.
He, Ranjbmer from death, and Light from Jhade,
Giveth His holy Grace His Saints to aid.
88 %i)t Ablation.
Approach ye then with faithful hearts Jincere,
And take the jafeguard of Salvation here.
He that in this world rules His Saints, and Jhields,
To all believers Life Eternal yields ;
With Heavenly Bread makes them that hunger
whole,
Gives Living Waters to the thirjly Soul.
Alpha and Omega, to Whom Jhall bow
All nations at the Doom, is with us now.
Schmucke dich olliebe Seele^
EAVE, my Soul, the Jhades of darknejs,
Deck thyjelf with robes of gladnejs,
With robes of pure and Jpotlejs white
Come to the Jburce of Life and Light :
Even the lowejl and the leajl
Are called to this Heavenly Feajl ;
Christ of His Love and Mercy free
Will make His own Abode with thee.
Hajlen to meet thy Loving Lord ;
He Jtandeth, knocking at the door.
%fiZ ^Durgf feoliloqup toitlj C^ria* 89
Lijlen ; His Jweet and gentle Voice
Is calling thee ; of His free Dejire
He jpeaketh thus — Soul, whom I love,
My Jpouje, my undefiled, my dove.
Open to me ; oh, let Me in.
Within thy heart, thy love to win.
Man will gladly, without meajure.
Spend much wealth, yea countlejs treajure,
To gain what his heart dejireth :
Nor gold, nor Jilver God requireth —
Come to the Fountain, come and buy.
All ye who thirjl ; God from on high,
God gives Himjelf a Sacrifice :
Buy without money, without price.
It was, O Blejfed Lord, Thy Love,
Which made Thee leave Thy Throne above.
To Jhed for us Thy Precious Blood,
That we, through that Life-giving Flood,
Cleanjed might be from every Jlain,
Might lift our eyes to Heaven again.
With God and Father reconciled
Through Thy great Love and Mercy mild.
I thirjl, I faint, I long, I Jigh,
Lord Jesu, draw in Mercy nigh ;
My heart and jlrength have failed me.
For waiting, Lord, fo long for Thee.
Accept the homage that I bring,
My God, my Saviour, and my King :
My Lord, my Light, my Life, my All,
Adoring at Thy Feet, I fall.
Oh, Myjlery of Myjleries^
Our God upon the Altar lies.
His Flesh our meat, His Blood our drink ;
I long to come — and yet I Jhrink —
I'm all unworthy to draw near :
With trembling hope and loving fear,
I come. Lord, to Thy Heavenly Feajl,
The lajl, the lowejl, and the leajl
Of all Thy guejls ; imploring Thee,
My Soul from Jin and jlain Jet free.
Send Thy Sweet Spirit to my heart,
That I may Jee Thee as Thou art,
To make me pure, a fit abode
For Thee, my Saviour and my God.
Lord Jesus, of Thy wondrous Love,
Make me Thy guejl in Heaven above
When I have drunk my cup of woe.
And learnt to bear Thy Crojs below.
And through the Jhades of death have pajjed :
Lord Jesu, grant me at the lajl
To be Thy thankful, happy guejl
At the Lamb's glorious Marriage Feajl,
91
Signum pretiojtus, Signum Crucis pretiojius*
AIL ! faving Crojs, hail ! facred Sign,
More precious this than gold approved
By threefold fire, or brightejl gem :
Here, at thy foot, I would recline,
Mojl fure by this, how God has loved
The Catholic J erufalem.
Here would I lay my weary thought,
Too weary long, too long opprejl
Beneath the weight of Jinful load :
Here would I feek repoje, long Jbught,
But fought in vain, in the unrejl
And tumult of deJlruSion's road.
Here, 'neath the Shelter-Tree of Life,
Is refuge from the pelting blajl.
And Jhadow from the heat of day :
Here, from the burthen, jar, and Jlrife
Of empty trifles, pajjing, pajl.
Here would I rejl alway.
The troubled heart finds here repoje.
And here the angry pajjions lull ;
The Jenjual appetite is checked,
And here increaje of Love jlill grows
More pure, till its fruition full
Unclouds the opening intelleS.
92 C^e €)blatiott>
Hail ! javing Crofs, hail ! faving Sign,
What gems of earth may countervail
That fource of Love, that fpring of Faith :
Oh, wondrous depth of Love Divine,
Once and again the Crojs I hail.
Our only hope in life and death.
^!)e (Kucfiarittic Sib^znu
I came down from Heaven, not to do Mine own Will,
but the Will of Him that fent Me.
E Cometh — on yon hallowed Board
The ready Feajl doth duly Jhow,
Where wait the Chalice and the Bread,
Like gems within their veil of Jhow.
He cometh — as He came of old,
Suddenly to His Father's Shrine,
Into the hearts He died to make
Meet temples for His Grace Divine.
He cometh — as the Bridegroom comes
Unto the Feajl Himjelf has fpread ;
His Flesh and Blood the Heavenly Food
Wherewith the wedding guejls are fed.
He cometh — gentle as the dew.
And jweet as drops of honey clear.
And good as God's Own Manna-Jhower,
To longing Souls that meet Him here.
Commcmoratfon of a iFait^ul ^mff* 93
- He cometh — let not one withdraw.
Nor fear to bring repented Jin ;
There's Blood to wajh, there's Bread to feed,
And Christ Himfelf to enter in.
He cometh — praijes in the Church
And hymns of praije in Heaven above,
And in our hearts repentant faith,
And love that Jprings to meet His Love.
CDmmemoratioit of a ifaft^ful ^tittt^
^antis micas honoribus,
j]OOD Priejl, where art thou hid from
human eyes
In calm Repoje,
Haply to tread the marble-Jhining jkies
After life's woes ;
Where God's Own Prejence hath His People bleji,
Himjelf their happy Guerdon, and their Rejl.
Thofe Virtues, in whofe Jleps thou here didjl toil,
And Jlrive to go,
Are not put off with this thy flejhly coil,
And left below ;
They now are turned to rays of Light Divine,
And glorious Crowns, which on thy temples
Jhine.
94 ^\it €)blatiom
And they for whom thou toiledjt in fecond birth,
With many a Jigh,
Are with thee, like thy children, fled from earth,
And through the Jky
They Jhare thy viSory the blejl Choirs among,
And lift with thee the new myjlerious Song.
Thou here below, dim-veiled from earthly eyes
In jhadows dread,
Didjl offer up th' Unbloody Sacrifice,
On Christ to feed ;
He now Himjelf, with Unveiled Deity,
Of Spirits Immortal the Repajl jhall be.
And as a daily Sacrifice may we
Be lifted up.
Bearing our daily Crojs, and Jhare with thee
Thy Majler's Cup :
We prejs, like Jhipwrecked jailors on the wave.
To Shores where Christ doth Jlretch His Arms
to fave.
To Him, Who governs His own Priejlly Hojl,
Himjelf their Crown ;
To Him with Father and with Holy Ghost,
Be all renown :
All praije to Him as hath been heretofore,
All praije to Him both now and evermore.
95
^f)e %vm WLim.
I am the True Fine.
HEN Ifrael lay in Kadejh, where
Paran's wilds expand,
Into the north twelve mighty men
were jent to fpy the Land ;
Each Tribe gave in its kingliejl before the hojls of
light
Rofe up all in Jehovah's Name to fpoil the
Amorite.
Down in the fertile valley, where EJhcoFs waters
roll.
They felled the lordly Cedar-tree and wrought it
to a pole,
And then they turned them Jbuth again and bare
to IJrael's line
The firjl-fruits of the Gift of God, the firjl-ripe of
the Vine.
And what to us (the world exclaims) that Vine-
branch borne of two ?
O fools and blinded — is it not a figure of the
True?
It is the fum of all things ; yea, that deed of pre-
jcience done
Speaks of two Dijpenjations, and the Gift that
made them one.
96 Cf)e (DUation.
They who were Grace-expeSant, they who lived
and died in Grace ;
They who faw Christ far off, and they who fee,
though veiled, His Face :
Thoje went before ; theje follow : they are all
one Brotherhood,
And in the midjl the True Vine hangs upon the
holy Rood.
O Tree of Life, O Vine of God, Thou art amid
us now ;
The Bread we break, the Wine we blejs, are they
not very Thou ?
Veiled in His Creatures comes our God ; He
comes Who dwells above.
The altogether Lovely, and the Fount and Life
of Love.
Oh, come, ye heavy-laden, and henceforth rejlful
be;
Oh, come, your weary weight of Jin long jince was
laid on Me —
This is Thy Call, O Merciful ; to all who will is
given
To eat Supernal Bread and drink the Myjlic Wine
of Heaven.
Ah, in our bofom's Hebron the Son of Anak
dwells
'Mid pride-built walls, embattled towers, and
Heav'n-high citadels; ^^ ^'
C5e ^vttm^ aBlooli of CI)ria* 97
More faithlejs than the faithlejs ten, we will not
break that jway ;
We think to win the pleajant Land, but not the
Crofs's way.
Oh, firjl with Grace preparing, then with Gift no
tongue can jhow,
Lion of Judah, vijit us ; true Jojhua, jmite our foe ;
Come from Thy Altar to our hearts, our Health,
our Food to be ;
And cajl imaginations down, and fubjeS all to
Thee.
Then not alone our fathers, Thy Prejence jhall
bring nigh :
Angels, Archangels, Jing with us, and all Heav'n's
Company ;
And now, what reck we ills to come ? They can-
not mar our rejl ;
Our Love is ours and we are His ; we want not ;
we are blejl.
Naivete! Christi Vulnera,
AIL ! holy Wounds of Jesus, hail !
Sweet Pledges of the faving Rood,
Whence flow the Streams that never
fail,
The purple Streams of His Dear Blood.
H
98 ^{)e -©blation.
Brighter than brightejl jlars ye Jhow,
Than jweetejl roje your jcent more rare,
No Indian gem may match your glow,
No honey's tajle with yours compare.
Portals ye are to that dear home
Wherein our wearied Souls may hide.
Whereto no angry foe can come,
The Heart of Jesus crucified.
What countlefs jlripes our Jesus bore,
All naked left in Pilate's hall ;
What copious Floods of purple Gore
Through rents in His torn Garments fall.
His beauteous Brow, oh, Jhame and grief.
By the Jharp thorny Crown is riven;
Through Hands and Feet, without relief.
The cruel nails are rudely driven.
But, when for our poor fakes He died,
A willing Priejl by Love jubdued.
The jbldier's lance transfixed His Side,
Forth flowed the Water and the Blood.
That bitter Torment He endured.
Full Ranjbm for our Souls to give.
Till from His racking Frame was poured
Each Drop of Blood, that we might live.
Communfon li^^mn from CalOeron^ 99
Come, bathe you in that healing Flood,
All ye who mourn, by guilt opprejl,
Your only hope is Jesu's Blood,
His jacred Heart your only rejl.
All praije to Him, the Eternal Son,
At God's Right Hand enthroned above,
Whoje Blood our full Redemption won,
Whoje Spirit jeals the Gift of Love.
SL €omm\xnwn ^jmn from CalDeron^
Which things are an Allegory.
ONEY in the lion's mouth.
Emblem myjlical, Divine,
How the Jweet and Jlrong combine ;
Cloven Rock for Ijrael's drouth ;
Treajure-houje of golden grain,
By our Jojeph laid in Jlore,
In His brethren's famine jbre
Freely to dijpenje again ;
Dew on Gideon's jhowy fleece ;
Well from bitter changed to Jweet ;
Shewbread laid in order meet ;
Bread whofe cojl doth ne'er increaje.
Though no rain in April fall ;
Horeb's Manna, freely given.
Showered in white dew from Heaven,
Marvellous, Angelical \
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Weightiejl Bunch of Canaan's Vine ;
Cake to Jlrengthen and fujlain
Through long days of dejert pain ;
Salem's monarch's Bread and Wine :-
Thou the Antidote Jhall be
Of my Jicknejs and my Jin,
Conjblation, Medicine,
Life and Sacrament to me.
PART III.
THE CONSECRATION.
Sequence of »)^ ©Ijomasf aqumagf*
Lauddy Sioriy Sahatorem,
AUD, O Sion, thy Salvation,
Laud, with hymns of exultation,
Christ, thy King and Shepherd
true;
Bring Him all the praije thou
knowejl ;
He is more than thou bejlowejl ; ^^
Never canjl thou reach His due.
Special theme for glad thankjgiving
Is the Living and Life-giving
Bread, to-day before thee jet ;
From His Hands of old partaken
As we know by faith unjhaken.
Where the Twelve at fupper met.
102 ^^t ConCecratiDtt*
Full and clear ring out thy chanting,
Joy nor Jweetejl grace be wanting,
From thy heart let praifes burjl ;
For to-day the Feajl is holden
When the Injlitution olden
Of that Supper is rehearjed.
Here the new Law's new Oblation
By the new King's Revelation
Ends the form of ancient Rite ;
Now the New the old effaces.
Truth away the Jhadow chajes,
Light dijpels the gloom of night.
What He did, at fupper jeated,
Christ ordained to be repeated^
His Memorial ne'er to ceaje ;
And His Rule for guidance taking,
Bread and Wine we hallow, making
Thus our Sacrifice of Peace.
Wondrous truth by Chrijlians learned.
Bread into His Flesh is turned.
Into Precious Blood the Wine ;
Sight hath failed, nor thought conceiveth,
But a dauntlejs faith believeth,
Rejling on a Power Divine.
Whofo of this Food partaketh
Rendeth not the Lord, nor breaketh ;
Christ is Whole to all that tajie ;
Sequence of »>. ^fjomais ^quinasf* 103
Thoujands are, as one, receivers ;
One, as thoujands of believers.
Eats of Him Who cannot wajle.
Bad and good the Feajl are Jharing ;
Oh, what diverje dooms preparing,
Endlejs death, or endlejs Life :
Life to theje, to thoje damnation :
See how like participation
Is with unlike ijjues rife.
When the Sacrament is broken.
Doubt not, but believe 'tis jpoken, ^
That each Jevered outward Token
Doth the very Whole contain :
Nought the precious Gift divideth,
Breaking but the Sign betideth,
Jesus Jlill the Jame abideth,
Still Unbroken doth remain.
.Lo, the Angels' Food is given
To the pilgrim who hath Jtriven ;
See the children's Bread from Heaven
Which on dogs may not be Jpent :
Truth the ancient Types fulfilling,
IJaac bound, a ViSim willing ;
Pajchal Lamb, its Life-blood jpilling ;
Manna, to the Fathers jent.
Very Bread, Good Shepherd, tend us, \
Jesu, of Thy Love befriend us ;
104 Cfie ContecrattDm
Thou refrejh us, Thou defend us,
Thine eternal Goodnefs fend us
In the land of Life to fee :
Thou, Who all things canjl and knowejl,
Who on earth fuch Food bejlowejl,
Grant us with Thy Saints, though lowejl.
Where the Heavenly Feajl Thou Jhowejl,
Fellow heirs and guejls to be.
Corpus Clinffu
O come, let us worjhip, and fall down, and kneel before
the Lord our Maker,
ESUS, my Lord, my God, my All,
How can I love Thee as I ought,
And how revere this wondrous Gift,
So far furpaJflTing hope or thought ?
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore ;
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.
Had I but Mary's fmlefs heart
To love Thee with, my dearejl King,
Oh, with what burjls of fervent praife
Thy Goodnefs, Jesus, would I fmg.
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore ;
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.
Ah, fee, within a creature's hand
The vajl Creator deigns to be.
Corpus C^riffu 105
Repojing infant-like, as though
On Joseph's arm, or Mary's knee.
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore ;
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.
Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead, all,
O Myjiery of Love Divine,
I cannot compajs all I have,
For all Thou hajl and art are mine.
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore ;
Oh, make us love Thee more and mpre,
Sound, found His praijes higher jlill,
And come, ye Angels, to our aid,
'Tis God, 'tis God, the Very God,
Whoje Power both men and Angels made.
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore ;
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.
Ring joyoujly, ye jblemn bells.
And wave, oh, wave, ye cenjers bright,
'Tis Jesus cometh, Mary's Son,
And God of God, and Light of Light.
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore ;
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.
O earth, grow flowers beneath His Feet,
And thou, O Jun, Jhine bright this day,
He comes. He comes, oh. Heaven on earth,
Our Jesus comes upon His Way.
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore ;
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.
io6 Clie ConCecratiom
He comes, He comes, the Lord of Hojls,
Borne on His Throne triumphantly;
We jee Thee, and we know Thee, Lord,
And yearn to Jhed our blood for Thee.
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore ;
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.
Our hearts leap up ; our trembling jbng
Groiws fainter Jlill ; we can no more :
Silence, and let us weep — and die
Of very love, while we adore.
Great Sacrament of Love Divine,
All, all we have or are be Thine.
Anima CiiKiSTi,fan^iJica me,
OUL of Jesu, make me holy,
Make me contrite, meek, and lowly ;
Soul mojl Stainlejs, Soul Divine,
Cleanje this fordid Soul of mine ;
Hallow this polluted Soul,
Purify it, make it whole ;
Soul of Jesus, hallow me ;
Miferere Domine.
Save me. Body of my Lord,
Save a Jinner vile, abhorred ;
Ultima Cljriftt* 107
Sacred Body, wan and worn,
Bruijed and mangled, jcourged and torn.
Pierced Hands, and Feet, and Side,
Rent, injulted, crucified.
Save me — to the Crojs I flee;
Mijerere Domine.
Blood of Jesus, Stream of Life,
Sacred Stream with Blejjings rife,
From that Broken Body jhed
On the Crofs that Altar dread ;
Given to be our Drink Divine,
Fill my heart, and make it Thine ;
Blood of Christ, my Juccour be ;
Miferere Domine.
Holy Water, Stream that poured
From Thy riven Side, O Lord,
Wajh Thou me without, within ;
Cleanje me from the taint of Jin,
Till my Soul is clean and white.
Bathed, and purified, and bright,
As a ranjbmed Soul Jhould be ;
Mijerere Domine.
Jesu, by the wondrous Power
Of Thine awful Pajjion hour,
By the unimagined Woe
Mortal man may never know ;
By the Curje upon Thee laid,
io8 ^1)0 Conrecration^
By the Ranfom Thou hajl paid,
By Thy PaJJion comfort me ;
Mijerere Domine.
Jesu, by Thy bitter Death,
By Thy lajl expiring Breath,
Give me the eternal Life
Purchajed by that mortal Strife ;
Thou didjl fuffer Death, that I
Might not die eternally ;
By Thy Dying quicken me ;
Mijerere Domine.
Mijerere ; let me be
Never parted, Lord, from Thee ;
Guard me from my ruthlefs foe,
Save me from eternal Woe ;
In the dreadful Judgment Day
Be Thy Crojs my hope and Jlay ;
When the hour of death is near.
And my Spirit faints for fear.
Call me with Thy Voice of Love,
Place me near to Thee above,
With Thine Angel Hojl to raife
An undying Jong of p raife ;
Mijerere Domine.
log
Sin ancient Sitt of aUDtatiam
j^vef Christi Corpus Verum.
JAIL ! O Flesh of Christ Divine,
Hail ! O fweet and ruddy Wine,
Blood the Cup and Flesh the Meat,
And in each is Christ complete.
This is He, the Bridegroom, dight
In His Vejlure red and white ;
White, for Him a Virgin bore,
Red, for He His Blood did pour.
By the Wounds, and Jlripes, and jcorn.
By the PaJJion Thou hajl borne.
Hear us, Jesu, when we call.
From deJlruSion jave us all.
a »)eqiienc0 of t!)e jctiu Century*
Laureata Plebs Jidelis.
OW let the Faithful come, with joy re-
vering
The Sacramental Christ this day.
Rendering the mojl high King meet
praije, and wearing,
Through Him, the conqueror's bay.
no ^Ije Ccrnrecratiom
What if the place whence He rules all be Heaven?
Oh, He deigns eljewhere to abide,
And day by day to loving hearts is given.
He, Who was crucified.
Behold the Price, which bought the holy Nation,
The Grace which Jpeaks of Grace to come,
And all the Virtue of His jacred Pajfion
Have here this earthly Germ :
All Gifts are here to give the which He JiifFered,
All Gifts with which the Dove came down ;
Therefore aright the Sacrifice be offered,
Of all the Fruit and Crown.
This. did men fee far off, and died confejjing.
This did Melchizedek declare.
Offering the Bread of Life and Wine of BleJJing
To God, before they were ;
And erjl they Jlew a Lamb, the time forejhowing
When that Lamb's Jlaughter Jhould give place
(The Blood of Christ, world-cleanjing Stream,
fajl flowing)
Unto the True Lamb's Grace.
One link yet more 'twixt men whom ages fever,
'Tis Manna, Bread fent down to tell
The Word made Flesh Jhould be made Food
for ever
To the true Ifrael :
»)acramental l^gmm 1 1 1
That Bread was food of time, This is Eternal :
That came the flejh alone to feed.
But This is Life and Health and Joy jupernal ;
This Cup is Drink indeed.
Lo, without price abundant Peace is given,
The poor and needy here may come ;
O happy Feajl for citizens of Heaven,
Lead, through the jlrange land, home ;
O Path of Life, Refrejhment never cloying,
O Christ, Perennial Light, give Life ;
Lo, our part be with Souls the Blijs enjoying
In Thy clear Vijion rife.
Give us Thyjelf. Thou art the Wave Immortal,
TJie Fruitful Vine, the Living Bread ; >
So at the lajl we mijs not Sion's portal,
We would be cleanjed and fed :
It is Thy Death which in thefe Gifts is Jpeaking,
Oh, may we lijl to It alone,
And we Jhall find the Country we are Jeeking,
We Jhall be nigh Thy Throne.
Sacramental ^^inn^
He that eateth Me, the faine Jhall live by Me,
GOD, Unjeen, yet ever near.
Thy Prejence may we feel ;
And, thus injpired with holy fear.
Before Thine Altar kneel.
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Here may Thy faithful People know
The BleJJings of Thy Love,
The Streams that through the dejert flow,
The Manna from above.
We come, obedient to Thy Word,
To feajl on Heavenly Food ;
Our Meat, the Body of the Lord,
Our Drink, His Precious Blood.
Thus may we all Thy Words obey.
For we, O God, are Thine ;
And go rejoicing on our way.
Renewed with Strength Divine.
a l^jmn attributeli to »)♦ SLnttlm^
Christ! Corpus, Jz^ef
AIL! Flesh of Christ, of Holy Virgin
born ;
Hail ! Undivided Deity,
The Way, the Life, the Health of man
forlorn.
Set us from all ill free.
Hail ! Blood of Christ, mojl holy Drink of
Heaven,
Mighty to wajh away all Jlain ;
Hail ! Blood, Which flowed forth when the Side
was riven
Upon the Crofs of pain.
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SLn Ancient (Eucfiarittic ^v^^zu
My Flesh // Meat in dee d, and My Blood is Drink
indeed,
LIVING Bread from Heaven,
To weary pilgrims given,
Angelic jujlenance ;
Celejlial Food, I need Thee,
Thou, Thou alone canjl feed me ;
My Life comes only thence.
O Fount of Love abounding,
My wondering thoughts confounding,
I come to tajle Thy Jlream;
From His warm Heart that's bleeding,
To give me what is needing
To quicken, cheer, redeem. I %i>4\VER®
O Jesu, here Thou'rt hidden,
Here now, as I am bidden,
By faith I feajl on Thee ;
Oh, let the clouds concealing,
Soon melt away, revealing
The God I long to fee.
To God our Great Creator,
To God, Who took our nature,
To God the Holy Dove,
I
1 14 C^e Confecuation*
The Three in One, be given
Eternal praife in Heaven
And earth, in Jongs of Love.
C]&ritt our Wsb ^t:ieft mtn Sacrifice*
Mundus effufis Redemptus.
ING, O earth, for thy redemption,
Lo, His race of torment run,
Christ the SanSuary enters,
Priejl and ViSim both in One ;
There to make our peace with God,
By th' Oblation of His Blood,
Guilty, for the guilty pleading.
Legal Priejl, thy tajk is o'er ;
Goats and oxen — empty Jhadows —
There is need of you no more ;
Not fuch feeble things as theje
Could an Angry God appeaje.
Hail to Thee, High Priejl eternal ;
Priejl without a fpot of Jin ;
Veiled of old in myjlic figures,
Holy, Infinite, Divine ;
Thou art He Whoje Blood alone
Can for human guilt atone.
die WinUavt\)Mz Mt\^t& of Cfinft* 1 15
Thou, of Life the Lord Anointed,
Led to Thy jelf-chojen doom,
That Jame Flejh which Thou hajl moulded
In Thy Virgin Mother's Womb,
OfFereJl on the Holy Rood,
Man for man, and God to God.
While the rage of Thy tormentors
In its very fury blind.
As from Thy pure Veins it madly
Pours the Ranjbm of mankind,
Does but work Thy own Decree,
Fixed from all Eternity.
^1)0 iUitrearc^able 1R,icl)e0 of C^tift m
tlie BlelleD ^atvamznu
The Lord is myfiony Rocky and my Defence, my Saviour,
my God, and my Might in Whom I will truft, my
Buckler, the Horn alfo of my Salvation, and my
Refuge.
jWEET Sacrament Divine,
Hid in Thine earthly Home,
Lo, round Thy lowly Shrine,
With Juppliant hearts we come ;
Jesus, to Thee our voice we raije.
In Songs of love and heartfelt praije,
Sweet Sacrament Divine.
Sweet Sacrament of Peace,
Dear Home for every heart,^^
ii6 ^Se Conrecratiom
Where rejllejs yearnings ceaje,
And jbrrows all depart ;
There in Thine Ear, all trujlfully.
We tell our tale of mijery,
Sweet Sacrament of Peace.
Sweet Sacrament of Rejl,
Ark from the ocean's roar,
Within Thy Shelter blejl.
Soon may we reach the Jhore ;
Save us, for Jlill the tempejl raves,
Save, lejl we Jink beneath the waves,
Sweet Sacrament of ReJl.
Sweet Sacrament Divine,
Earth's Light and Jubilee,
In Thy far depths doth Jhine
Thy Godhead's Majejly ;
Sweet Light, jb Jhine on us, we pray.
That earthly Joys may fade away.
Sweet Sacrament Divine.
^rowtConal H^^mn d£&- ^5oma0 Siqnina&,
for a^aunlip Cfiurfdap*
Fange Lingua Gloriofi Corporis.
O W my tongue the Myjlery telling.
Of the Glorious Body Jing,
And the Blood, all price excelling,
Which the Gentiles' Lord and
King,
In a Virgin's Womb once dwelling,
Shed for this world's ranjbming.
Given for us, and condejcending
To be born for us below,
He with men in converje blending
Dwelt, the feed of Truth to jbw.
Till He clofed with wondrous ending
His mojl patient Life of woe.
That lajl night, at Supper lying,
'Mid the Twelve, His chojen band,
Jesus, with the Law complying,
Keeps the feajl its rites demand ;
Then, more Precious Food Jupplying,
Gives Himfelf with His own Hand.
Word-made-Flesh true Bread He maketh
By His Word His Flesh to be ;
Wine, His Blood, Which whofo taketh
Mujl from carnal thoughts be free ;
Faith alone, though Jight forjaketh.
Shows true hearts the Myjlery.
Therefore we, before Him bending.
This great Sacrament revere ;
Types and Jhadows have their ending.
For the newer Rite is here ;
Faith, our outward fenje befriending.
Makes our inward vijion clear.
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Glory let us give, and Blejjing
To the Father and the Son,
Honour, Might, and Praije addrejjing.
While eternal ages run ;
Ever too. His Love confejQing,
Who from Both with Both is One.
Sin (Euc^ariffic H^^mn of t!)e x^^ Centura*
Jz/ef Rex, ^i defcendiftu
AIL ! O King, Who hither wendedjl
From the Jkies, and condejcendedjl
In a flejhly form to dwell :
■ Hail ! O Body True and Holy,
Of a Virgin pure and lowly
Born, to crujh the might of Hell.
Hail ! O Word, Incarnate truly.
Virgin-born, before Whom duly
We in faith undoubting fall :
Hail to Thee ! Who, fcourged in malice,
Drankejl of the bitter Chalice,
Mingled vinegar and gall.
Hail to Thee ! Who didjl not falter
On the Crofs's mournful Altar,
Dying there in Jharpejl pain :
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Hail to Thee ! Whoje one Oblation
Saved the world from condemnation,
Burjl the gates of Hell in twain.
Hail ! Thou Brightnejs ever glorious,
Hail ! Thou Flesh of Christ vidorious,
Flower and Fruit of Virgin Womb,
Hail ! Thou Bread by Angels jhared.
Hail ! Thou Light for Saints prepared,
Saviour of the World from doom.
Hail ! Thou meek Redeemer, Jending
Mercies to us never-ending.
Thou who Jbothejl haplefs men :
Hail ! O Christ, the Father's Splendour,
Grant, I pray, Thy Mercy tender,
Now and evermore.
Si ^rager after Confecration, of t^e
XiU Centurp*
Sahe! SanBa Caro Dei.
ACRED Flesh of God, by Whom
Guilty men are Javed from doom.
Setting us Thy jervants free,
When Thou hangedjl on the tree.
Pierced Body, ijfuing thence,
Water deanjed from that offence
Done by dijobedient man,
When creation firjl began.
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Wajh me in the healing Flood,
Sacred Body, of Thy Blood ;
Cleanje Thou me from every Jlain,
Rejcue me from endlefs pain.
Me of Thy great Goodnejs blefs
With eternal Happinejs ;
By Thy SanSity made whole,
Strengthen and Jujlain my Soul.
Make mine enemies to fall.
Into friends convert them all ;
King of Angels, crujh their pride.
And their hatred turn ajide.
Thou, Who art of Life the Door,
With Thy Body me rejlore ;
Thou in death's extremejl hour
Save me by Thy mighty Power,
From the roaring lion's wrath.
From the jlrength the dragon hath ;
Give, with Faith and Hope unfailing.
Charity o'er all prevailing.
ja Hitanj Df 3ttn&, ^refent in tlje BleffeD
^uvamznu
I am Thy Servant,
LORD, my King and Majler Thou,
To Whom the choirs of Angels bow,
Before Thine Altar projlrate now ;
My Jesu, look on me. .
Thou, with Thine own mojl Precious Blood,
Hajl bought me for Thyjelf, my God ;
Thine eajy Yoke, is all my load ;
My Jesu, give it me.
I love it, Lord ; it is my choice
To follow Thee, and know Thy Voice ;
In this blejl Jlavery, I rejoice ;
My Jesu, bind Thou me.
Bind me eternally to Thee,
With bonds, which only bind to free.
Let cords of Love my fetters be ;
My Jesu, draw Thou me.
Thine am I, Lord, for ever Thine ;
I to Thy Majejly Divine
All that I am, or have, rejign ;
My Jesu, reign in me.
Lo, at Thy Feet, I wait Thy Will,
Let that alone my being fill.
All earthly pajjions calm and Jlill ;
My Jesu, work in me.
Each thought to Thee, my Sovereign dear.
Subdue ; let nought of earth draw near ;
In Jilence I Thy Voice would hear ;
My Jesu, jpeak in me.
Here, in Thy Blejjed Sacrament,
With eye, and ear, and heart attent,
I wait Thy Grace's blejt dejcent ;
My Jesu, vijit me.
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My Lord and Majler, can it be
That Thou Jhouldjl gird Thyjelf, on me
To wait, in Thy Humility ;
My Jesu, humble me.
Nay, more, Thyfelf the Very Bread
Wherewith Thine ingrate jlave is fed,
Oh, who can juch a jervice dread ?
My Jesu, feed Thou me.
Adorable and gracious King,
My heart is all I have to bring.
Spurn not th' unworthy offering ;
My Jesu, own Thou me.
Oh, make it cleave to Thee alway,
So in Thine awful Reckoning Day,
Thou to this humbling Soul mayjl jay —
My Jesu, grant it me.
Well done, My Servant, good and true ;
Enter the Joy prepared for you,
Joy, that earth's thraldom never knew —
My Jesu, claim Thou me.
My Lord, one boon I ajk of Thee —
Oh, let this feeble jervice be
PerfeSed in Eternity ;
My Jesu, ever rule Thou me.
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CSe ES^me of ^* ^^omas Slqumagf^
Adoro Te devote^ Latens Deitas.
GODHEAD Hid, devoutly I adore
Thee,
Who truly art within the Forms before
me ;
To Thee my heart I bow with bended knee,
As failing quite in contemplating Thee.
Jesu, eternal Shepherd, hear our cry;
Increafe the faith of all whoje Souls on Thee rely.
Sight, touch, and tajle in Thee are each deceived;
The ear alone mojl jafely is believed ;
I believe all the Son of God hath Jpoken,
Than Truth's own Word there is no furer token.
Jesu, eternal Shepherd, hear our cry;
Increafe the faith of all whofe Souls onThee rely.
God only on the Crofs lay hid from view ;
But here, lies hid at once the Manhood too ;
And I, in both profejjing my belief.
Make the fame prayer as the repentant thief.
Jesu, eternal Shepherd, hear our cry;
Increafe the faith of all whofe Souls on Thee rely.
Thy Wounds, as Thomas faw, I do not fee ;
Yet Thee confefs, my Lord and God to be :
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Make me believe Thee ever more and more ;
In Thee my hope, in Thee my love to jlore.
Jesu, eternal Shepherd, hear our cry,
Increaje the faith of all whofe Souls on Thee rely.
O Thou Memorial of our Lord's own Dying,
O Living Bread, to mortals Life fupplying.
Make Thou my Soul henceforth on Thee to live ;
Ever a tajle of Heavenly jweetnefs give.
Jesu, eternal Shepherd, hear our cry ;
Increaje the faith of all whoje Souls on Thee rely.
O loving Pelican, O Jesu, Lord,
Unclean I am, but cleanje me in Thy Blood ;
Of Which a Jingle Drop, for Jinners jpilt.
Can purge the entire world from all its guilt,
Jesu, eternal Shepherd, hear our cry ;
Increaje the faith of all whoJe Souls on Thee rely.
Jesu, Whom for the prejent Veiled I fee,
What I Jo thirjl for, oh, vouchsafe to me ;
That I may Jee Thy Countenance unfolding.
And may be blejl Thy Glory in beholding.
Jesu, eternal Shepherd, hear our cry ;
Increaje the faith of allwhoje Souls on Thee rely.
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Sin ancient Sitt of SHjoration.
Jzfe ! Caro Christi Cara,
AIL ! Flesh of Christ, Beloved Ob-
lation,
Sacrifice for our Salvation,
On the Crofs a Victim Jlain :
Oh, by that. Thy Death of fadnefs,
Raije us decked in light and gladnejs,
With Thee glorified to reign.
Hail ! Word Incarnate, Which Divinejl,
Hallowed on the Altar Jhinejl ;
Bread of Angels Ever-living,
Health and Hope to mortals giving,
Antidote, all guilt relieving.
Hail ! Thou Body of Christ Jesus,
Heaven-defcended to releaje us.
Thy redeemed from ruin buying.
On the Crofs when nailed and dying.
Cfie Prtffe of gimmortaU'tp.
M;^ Flesh // Meat indeedy and My Blood is
Drink indeed,
READ of the World, in Mercy broken.
Wine of the World, in Mercy Jhed,
By Whom the Words of Life were
jpoken.
And in Whofe Death our Jins are dead ;
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Look on the heart, by Jbrrow broken,
Look on the tears, by jinners Jhed,
And be Thy Feajl to us the Token
That by Thy Grace our Souls are fed.
SL ^raptr> after Confecratian, of tfie
jct)^ Century*
j^z/e / Verbum Incarnatum.
iJAIL ! Holy Flesh of Jesus Christ,
Upon the Altar lying,
Lajl Gift of the Incarnate Word
Before His precious Dying.
Hail ! Living Bread of Angels bright,
Who wrought'Jl Redemption's Jlory,
Thou Hope of each one named from Thee,
We give Thee thanks and glory.
(£uc!)arittic a^etiitation^
lihis is My Body. T^is is My Blood.
HOLY Jesus, we believe
That Thou art Prejent here,
With heart and Soul we furely know
Our Dearejl Lord is near ;
For, though Thy Blejjed Prejence
Is not vijibly revealed.
(Euc^arittic 9^eliitatiom 127
Faith tells us, in theje Sacred Forms,
Thou art indeed concealed :
On bended knee then let us pray
That Thou mayjl be adored
For aye, in Thy Dread Eucharijl,
O Thou mojl Gracious Lord.
How great jhould be our reverence,
How great the love and fear.
With which, to this High Sacrament
In faith we jhould draw near ;
Our hearts Jhould be all purified.
From earthly care jet free.
Feeling their own unworthinefs.
And full of love for Thee ;
O Thou, our own Beloved Lord,
Our Saviour, and our Friend,
Look down with Thine All-pitying Eye,
On us Thy Blejjing fend.
We know our jins are manifold.
Yet jlill to Thee we fly,
Trujling that in Thy Mercy great
Thou wilt receive our cry ;
For where elje can we hope to find
Forgivenejs full and free,
Except in Thine own Sacraments,
When, Lord, we come to Thee ?
Then, Jesu, Priejl and Shepherd True,
Grant Pardon, when we Jlray
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Without Thy Flock, of which Thou art
The Life, the Truth, the Way.
And when our hearts bowed down with woe,
Nor rejl nor comfort find.
We come to Thee, O Saviour Dear,
Of Comforters mojl kind ;
For, when Thou givejl us Thyfelf,
O Precious Bread of Life,
In wondering awe we muje not on
Our Soul's mojl bitter Jlrife,
Feeling that Thou dojl then abide
In us. Thou Prince of Peace ;
And that Thy BleJOfed Prejence, Lord,
Hath caujed our grief to ceaje.
So too, when Jbme bright beam of joy.
E'en though of earth it be,
Lights up our jlar of hope, then. Lord,
We gladly fly to Thee,
Knowing that Thou, mojl Pitiful,
Hajl jent this gladjbme ray
To jhed a brightnejs o'er our path
Which cheers our onward way ;
Lord Jesu, blefs our earthly joys.
Thou, Who our woes hajl healed.
And be Thou, in our hopes and fears.
Our Helper and our Shield.
When death is drawing near, and when
In dread our Spirits fail.
sin act of ^DDrattom 129
Lord Jesu, Jlill abide with us
Through the dark gloomy Vale ;
In Thy mojl Blejjed Eucharijt,
Give us Thyjelf once more,
That in the Strength of that Sweet Food,
Our life's jad journey o'er,
We may the Heavenly City reach,
Where, freed from all alarms.
Our Souls Jhall find eternal Rejl
In Thy Almighty Arms.
Sin Siit of aaoration to t^e Boti? of Clintt,
of tf)e ;i;iti. Centura*
Jz/e/ Card Christi Cara.
AIL! Flesh of Christ; hail! Sweet-
ejl Food,
Upon the Altar of the Rood
A Sacred ViSim laid ;
By that Thy PaJJion grant us Grace
To dwell with Thee in that fair Place,
Where Light Jhall never fade.
Hail ! Very Body of the Lord,
Who, man's Salvation to afford,
Didjl hang upon the Tree ;
Oh, jave us from the pains of hell,
Mojl High Creator, Who dojl dwell
A Priejl eternally.
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Hail ! Jesu, hail ! O living Bread,
Whereon our fainting Souls are fed,
Both Truth and Way Thou art ;
Be prejent now, to heal and blejs.
And in Thy perfeS Holinejs
Give us to have our part.
Hail ! Banquet of the Angel Hojl,
Dear Solace of the tempejl-tojl.
Who makejl all things new ;
Our earnejl pleadings deign to hear.
Breathe on thefe hearts, ]b hard and fere,
Thy Spirit's gracious Dew.
Hail ! God, beneath this Veil concealed.
In Heaven all glorioujly revealed.
Where Jhadows flee away ;
We pray Thee, Jhield us from our foe.
And give us once that Peace to know
Which never can decay.
Hail ! Sacred Drops of Jesu's Blood,
That open unto men the road
High Heaven to attain ;
Behold, O Lord, our Jin we own.
Plead Thou before our Father's Throne,
Our pardon to obtain.
Hail ! Draught of Life, and Health, and Joy
All Sweetnejs that Jhall never cloy,
All Virtue in Thee lies ;
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TO BleJJed Christ, be Merciful,
Grant us forgivenejs free and full.
Who, Dead, for us didjl rije.
Hail ! Heavenly Splendour, Word of God,
Flower and Fruit of Aaron's Rod,
Thou Finger of the Lord,
Oh, let us not be cajl away ;
Where Thou art throned in endlejs day,
A place to us afford.
Hail ! Sacred Flesh of Christ, that bore
All Agony and PajQUon fore
To Jhield us from our fin;
Thou with the wicked mad'jl Thy Grave,
Dear Lord, our Jinful Souls to fave,
And Heaven for us to win.
Manna mojl hidden, mojl Divine,
Upon us bid Thy Mercy Jhine,
Oh, hear Thy Saints' dejire ;
Set us, abjblved and purified,
And blejjed and crowned and glorified,
Amid th' Angelic Choir.
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^fie if ountain of %itz.
Whofoever drinketh of the Water that I Jh all give him,
Jhall never thirft,
DROOP — oh, give me of the cryjlal
Stream
Which flows in ever-blooming Ama-
ranth bowers ;
The Fount immortal, whofe transparent waves
RefleS bright Angel faces 'midjl the flowers ;
That fairejl Stream o'erflows with Wifdom's
richejl ore —
Oh, waft one priceless Drop, and Strength for
evermore.
I droop — ^jujlain me, blejjed Fount of Life ;
Bid deepening Jhadows of the night depart ;
Give Peace and Courage to the wavering mind,
And Faith and Hope unto the Jinking heart.
O blejQTed, fragrant River, o'er the weary head
May guardian Angel hands one Drop pel-
lucid Jhed.
I droop — Redeemer, only Fount of Joy,
From Thee alone the living Waters flow ;
Give one Jweet Drop to cool life's burning pain,
There is no healing Jpring on earth below :
They Jearch in vain for aid, who jearch for
aught but Thee,
Thou art the Way, the Truth, in all Eternity.
133
C^e EetoarD of ^zttt'ottantt,
Stepe corde tepido et arido accedimus, ad Altare
incumbimus,
I FT when with icy heart, and dry
AfFeSion's cold and tearlejs eye,
Barren as a dejert, chilled as Jleel,
We at God's holy Altar kneel —
Still, while we perjevere, and bear
With firm rejblve, th' unlively prayer,
To holy jufferance will come
An Anjwer from our Heavenly home.
For oft amid the weary crujh.
The Jprings of Grace, with Judden rujh.
Will overjpread the rocky breajl
With verdure new and dews of rejl.
Filling the longing heart's dijlrefs
With floods of love and happinejs.
One draft of which will countervail
Long days of want, and nights of wail.
Ah, ye who Jit beneath the cloud.
And mourn for abjence, deep, not loud.
Know this, that he who meekly bows —
And Jilent, grieves his abjent Spouje —
One unexpeSed day Jhall feel
How good it was for him to kneel.
134 Cfie ConCecration^
And mourn a temporary lojs,
Under the Jhadow of the Crofs.
For ah, what words of bejl dejire,
What eloquence or Angel fire,
May tell the length, or breadth, or height.
The richnejs of extreme Delight,
Rejerved for him, who meekly bends.
Rather for Love, than lively ends,
Who, unrequited, perjeveres.
And labours Jlill, albeit in tears.
C5e ^vktt anti t!)e jaitar.
J am fatis fluxit cruor hojiiarum,
flNOUGH the blood of viSims flowed of
old.
The jhadows pajs, and legal offer-
ings;
Now higher Minijlries, Thou, Lord, dojl mould.
On which a holier Jhade Thy Priejlhood flings.
Elias from the Heavens called down the flame ;
One Greater than Elias, hid from Jight,
Is here, obedient to His awful Name ;
Of Him we make the dread memorial Rite.
Great OfTlce, the myjlerious Cup to bear.
In which the guilty world's Salvation lies.
^f)e JBletfeli ^atvamznu 135
And with our trembling hands, full of deep fear,
To offer up the Bloodlejs Sacrifice.
Oh, more than all to ancient Prophets given,
More than to Angels, if but underjlood.
That in our trembling hands the God of Heaven
Doth give Himjelf to be our Spirits' Food.
Grant, Christ, that we, fulfilling Thy Commands,
Of Thy blejl Prefence may approach the Seat,
With hearts by Thee made pure, and holy hands ;
May Love for Thy dread Altars make us meet.
Son of th' Eternal Father, God above.
May all the world beneath Thy Feet adore.
Who Jendejl down the Spirit, with Thy Love
Thy Priejlhood to anoint for evermore.
%^t l&U^zt} Sacrament.
Our God is a confuming Fire,
JESUS, Who for us hajl died,
The Blood flows ever from Thy Side,
For Thou art ever crucified,
O burning Love,
By Priejlly hands Thy Blood is poured,
Upon the Altar, long and broad,
Where Thou art evermore ardored,
O burning Love.
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And on that Altar, day by day,
Thy Love holds on its Jhining way,
And Jheds an ever brightening ray,
O burning Love.
Thy Sacrifice can never ceaje,
Till all is rejl, and joy, and peace.
In the triumphant world of Grace,
O burning Love.
And on the Altar is our Food,
Purchajed for us, by Thine Own Blood,
When Mary by the Crojs once Jlood ;
O burning Love.
Thoujands of faithful hearts adore,
Where Thou art Jhrined for evermore,
A Beacon on a jlormy Jhore,
O burning Love.
Thy Tabernacle's jun goes down.
When each Ele^ has won his Crown,
And all Thy mighty Love is Jhown,
O burning Love.
Then, not till then, that burning Light
Goes down beneath the waters bright.
But there is Day, and no more night,
O ever burning, burning Love.
137
%\)Z ttoD great (Bitt^ of Cljrift*
Tbzs is My Body.
Behold thy Mother,
EHOLD thy Mother— from the Crofs
He gave her — not to one alone :
We are His Brethren ; unto us
He gave a Mother, as to John,
Behold the greatejl Gift of Christ,
Save That wherein Himself He gives,
The Wonder-working Eucharijl,
Sole Life of each that truly lives.
Myjlerious Bread, not joined and knit
With him that eats, like mortal food ;
But, fire-like, joining him with It,
And blending with the Church of God.
Mary ! from thee the Saviour took
That Flesh He gives. The Mercies twain,
Like Jlreams of a divided brook,
But jeparate to meet again.
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^5e Cror^ of Jefug, tfie fount of Sill
Crux Tua, Bone Jesu, omnium Pons Benedi^ionum,
omnium Gratiarum Caufa,
[AIL to the holy Crofs ! Sweet Jesus,
Hail to the loved and javing Sign !
From whence all Virtue comes toeaje us,
Whence Virtue flows and Might
Divine.
Hail to the Crofs ! Fount of all BleJJings,
Whence Grace dejcends in copious flood ;
Worthy alone of all carejjings.
Hail to thee, loved and Jacred Wood !
Hail to the holy Crofs ! that giveth
Virtue, and Strength, and loving Faith ;
Hail to the Crofs ! that ever liveth.
Singing Life's triumph over death.
Hail to the Crofs ! from whence went raying.
Athwart o'er earth, Love's holy flame ;
Thy banner o'er its heights dif playing.
And reaping Glory from its fhame.
Hail to the holy Crofs ! reJeSed
Albeit, and fcorned by worldly pride ;
Yet by Almighty Love eleded
To be the meek and bumble's guide.
^^inn of tlje ;inti> Century. 139
Hail to the holy Crojs ! afflidion
Sinks not the heart, nor bids it qualm ;
For thou, Jweet Fount of Benedidion,
Art near to pour the healing Balm.
Hail to thee, holy Crojs of ages !
That bids attempered jbrrow fall ;
Before thy foot, no tempejl rages,
No Jlorms opprefs, no pajQions thrall.
Hail to the holy Crofs ! that bringejl
From weaknejs Jlrength, from jbrrow, eaje ;
With more than eagle power that wingejl
Thy flight from earth to Heavenly Peace.
Hail ! Ark of Peace, on Thee confiding,
Fierce winds may blow, wild waves may tojs ;
For I am jafe, by thee abiding.
Sweet Jesus, here, before Thy Face.
^vmn of tlie xi^^ Centurp*
Christus, Lt^x indeficiens.
HRIST, the Light that knows no
waning.
Gives to us His Flesh as Food,
Drink He gives us aljb, deigning
To refrejh us with His Blood.
140 CSe Confecratian*
Christ, Thou Radiance ever glowing,
Who upon the Crojs didjl bleed,
Light on all Thy Saints bejlowing,
With Thyfelf Thy Flock dojl feed.
Flesh, Which we are now receiving.
Of a Virgin took the Word,
And the Blood we drink, believing
He for Jinful man outpoured.
In this Rite, our Souls to nourijh,
To the Word made Flesh we come ;
Hence, our faith in jlrength doth flourijh ;
Hence, we reach our Heavenly home.
Bread of Sweetnejs, ever holy.
Full art Thou of pure Delight ;
Saviour, born of Maiden lowly,
King art Thou of perfeft Might.
May we ever eat in gladnejs
Of this rich. Angelic Bread ;
May we, in death's hour of fadnejs.
With this Jweetejl Gift be fed.
He was, at the third day-hour.
Led a Vidim forth to die.
When He bare His Crofs of Power,
His EleS to raije on high.
Lead us. Giver of Salvation,
To our Home Thyjelf befide,
Cl)ria'0 plealiino: ^refence. 141
Where eternal Jubilation
Dwelleth through the Lamb that died.
Evermore we there the Jlory
Of Thy wondrous Deeds will raije,
Reigning with Thy Saints in Glory,
We will offer gifts of praije.
Sacrifice and hymns in union,
God, we bring this fejlal day ;
May He with Divine Communion
Feed us in His Love for aye.
die pleatimo: preCence of Cfintt
in ^ja^zn.
This Man, becaufe He continueth ever, hath an
unchangeable Priefihood.
AIL to God's True Body !
Of Virgin Mary Jprung,
Truly for us offered,
On Crofs of anguijh hung,
Whoje dear Side was truly
By fpear enforced to bleed ;
In our latejl conflid
Upon Thee let us feed.
Once for all, O Jesu,
Thou wajl a ViSim made ;
Still in Heaven Thou pleadejl,
In Flesh and Blood displayed ;
142 CSe CDttfecratiam
But though round this Altar
Nought of Heaven appear,
Thy Jlrong Word and A^ion
Doth make Thee Prejent here.
In very Life and EJ^ence
Thou dojl Thy Word fulfil,
Who, wherefpe'er Thou livejl.
Art Mediator Jlill ;
O qui peccata tollis.
To Thee our greetings rije —
All hail ! the pleading Prejence,
All hail ! the Sacrifice.
The Bread becomes Thy Body,
The Wine becomes Thy Blood,
And both, O Love Incarnate,
Are our Life-giving Food.
What Thou to God prejentejl.
To Jinners Thou dojl give.
So, bending to adore Thee,
We eat, and drink, and live.
|@rajer to 'izi\i& in t^e BleCCeD ^atvammu
Remember me, O Lord, according to the Favour that
Thou bear eft unto Thy People,
JESU CHRIST, remember.
When Thou /halt come again.
Upon the clouds of Heaven,
With all Thy Jhining Train ;
Si Sequence* 143
When every eye Jhall fee Thee
In Deity revealed
Who now upon this Altar
In Jilence art concealed ;
Remember then, O Saviour,
I Jupplicate of Thee,
That here I bowed before Thee,
Upon my bended knee ;
That here I owned Thy Prejence,
And did not Thee deny.
And glorified Thy Greatnejs,
Though hid from human eye.
Accept, Divine Redeemer,
The homage of my praije ;
Be Thou the Light, and Honour,
And Glory of my days.
Be Thou my Confolation
When death is drawing nigh ;
Be Thou my only Treajure
Through all Eternity.
SL ^ttimntz of tfie x^u Centurp^
Jz/e / Card Christi.
I OLY Flesh of Christ our King,
Thee, Adorable, we Jing ;
In the New Law's happy Vale,
Pajlure of the true Flock, hail !
Pure and jpotlefs be the breajl
Where Thou comejl as the Guejl ;
144 ^!)e ConCectatiom
Let the Faithful hourly Jay —
Thee we worjhip. Thee we pray.
Thee, the Church, Thy myjlic Wife,
Worjhips as the Bread of Life ;
Ranjbm, Guide, Redeemer, we
Covet blejl Satiety ;
We, the Jinners, need Thy Balm ;
We, the mourners, jeek Thy Calm ;
Bring us out of life's lorn road
Into Glory, unto God.
%\}t altar ^Ijatie.
-^ Man Jha// be as a Covert from the tempefi, as the
Shadow of a great Rock in a weary land,
ORTH from the dark and Jlormy Jky,
Lord, to Thine Altar jhade we fly ;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we Jeek Thy Shelter here ;
Weary and weak. Thy Grace we pray ;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy Guejls away.
Long have we roam'd in want and pain,
Long have we fought Thy Rejl in vain ;
Wildered in doubt, in darknejs lojl.
Long have our Souls been tempejl-tojl ;
Low at Thy Feet our Jins we lay ;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy Guejls away.
145
8Ln SLntiznt Sltt of ^aDomtiom
Christi Corpus, Jz/e/
AIL ! Body, born of Mary,
Hail ! Christ, Redeemer dear.
True Man and perfeiS Godhead
And Living Flesh are here.
Hail ! Thou, our true Salvation,
The Way, the Life, art Thou,
With Thy Right Hand of Power
Save us from evil now.
Hail ! Blood of Christ, in Heaven
The Chalice of the blejt.
The Water of Redemption
To cleanje the jinful breajl.
Hail ! Blood and faving Water,
That from the wounded Side
Of Christ, our dear Redeemer,
Flowed for us when He died.
SLii (Eucfiariatc ^Sraper.
Jesu, nolfis miferere.
AIL ! Christ's Body, True and Real,
Of the Virgin Mary born.
Truly Jiiifering, truly offered
On the Crofs and hill of Jcorn.
146 ^1)0 Confecration*
Hail ! for man's Salvation pierced,
Gaping Wounds, and riven Side,
Whence outflowed with Love unjlinting,
Blood and Water, mingled Tide.
Now upon that Body feed we,
And of that jweet Fountain drink,
Lejl when death relentlejs jeize us,
'Neath the Judge's Jearch we jink.
Loving, Gentle Son of Mary,
Never of our pardon weary,
Jesu, nobis mijerere.
Grant that as I fee Thee now
Veiled beneath the Form of Bread,
When Thou com'Jl the Heaven to bow.
And to judge the quick and dead,
Freed by Thee from every fear,
I may then lift up my head.
Glad to know and fee Thee near.
Hail ! O Flesh of Christ, the ViSim
On the Altar of the Crofs,
Offered to the Father's Jujlice,
Suff'ring to redeem our lofs.
By Thy bitter Death redeemed.
May we all Thy Brightnefs fee ;
Grant us glorious fruition
Of eternal Joy with Thee.
Hail ! Thou Word of God Incarnate,
On Thine Altar Thee we feek,
Thee the loving Bread of Angels,
Health and Hope to fick and weak.
^ftmsW upon tfie l^eal ^vttzntz. 147
Jesu, hail ! from Heaven defcending,
On the Cro/s Thine Arms extending,
Healing Jin, and jbrrow ending.
Thou of Goodnejs infinite.
Fount of Pity, Loving Lord,
Sinners' Hope, and Saints' Delight,
Angels' Praije, Thy Grace accord :
Of our pardon never weary,
Jesu, nobis mijerere.
%^msW Upon t\tt IReal ^refmce*
ne Cup of BleJUing which we blefs, is It not the Com-
munion of the Blood of Christ ? The Bread which
we breaky is It not the Communion of the Body of
Christ?
AKE, God, Thine own, thefe Gifts are
Thine
We to Thy holy Altar bring ;
Yet deign'Jl Thou in Thy Love Divine
To take them as man's offering :
Take then Thine own, for all are Thine —
Theje poor Oblations of our Bread and Wine.
Thou that hajl gained again Thine Home,
Abandoned once for man to die.
Come in Thy jacred Prejence, come.
Clothed in an awful Myjlery ;
Thy facred Boon of mighty Love prejent,
Veiled in its Sacramental Element.
148 ^f)e Confecratiom
Come, as Thy Truth hath faid Thou wilt,
The Food of Life to give ;
Thy Blood, Thy Body, broken, jpik,
That dying man may live :
Saviour, to us Thy Love extend ;
Jesus, Blejl ViSim of the world, defcend.
Bow down ; the conjecrating hand
The m^^Jlic Bread hath broken ;
Moved by the Power of God's Command,
The BleJJing hath been Jpoken :
Bow down, bow down, thy God revere -,
Veiled in this broken Form, Thy God is here.
Bow down, the hallowed Wine is reared,
Blejl into Life, with Life It flows ;
A Saviour from the Jins we feared,
A Strength and Healer of our woes :
Bow down, in this blejl Symbol lies
My Saviour's Blood, Earth's bleeding Sacrifice.
Come, Holy Ghost, my Soul fulfil
With faith to hold this Myjlery ;
Unchanged to Jight, yet bear they Jlill
The Very God's Humanity :
Faith ajks not how, but grajps God's Word,
As faultlejs Truth to mortal Jenje preferred.
Why Jeek to know what God hath Jealed ?
Faith were an empty jbund,
fe)tquence on tlje iSrecioujS BlooO. 149
If nought but what our JTght revealed
Around our courje were found —
Lord, I believe ; increaje my faith
To take on trujl whatever the Spirit faith.
Come Faith, and fit me to receive
This jacred Food whereon I feed ;
So may the Prejence of His Body give
Onenejs and fellowjhip indeed ;
I joined in Christ, and Christ in me,
A true Communion — yet a Myjlery.
Joined to His Body, may my body prove
A worthier member of my jacred Head ;
May the rich Drops of Blood remove
The Jlains I loathe, the wrath I dread :
Grant that my body and my Soul may find
Their portion, in the Saviour of mankind.
51 Sequence on tfie ^tttm& ©looO, of tltt
Reminifcens Beati Sanguinis.
ROM their hid fpring my tears are
falling,
My heart the Blejfed Blood recalling^
Which man's Creator poured for me
In lavijh torrents from the Tree ;
It is a Stream of juch Delight
That none who tajles Jhould ill requite.
150 ^^z Confecration.
Why dojl Thou JufFer woes jb many,
Sweet Jesu ? Sins Thou didjl not any ;
By Thee came never crime's offence,
Thou art the Flower of Innocence :
Thine is the Jcourge, the robber I ;
I am the guilty, Thou dojl die.
Why for the worthless, Price jb great ?
Is it for earthly wealth or Jlate ?
Oh, Thou hadjl Glory none may Jhare,
None can approach it, none declare ;
Yet with Juch Love Thy Heart did flame.
It made the Jhameful Crojs no jhame.
If ne'er for what Thy Grace has given
A praijeful anjwer mounts to Heaven,
If ne'er with love for Love I burn,
Nor to Thy Sorrows make return
In labours dear to God through Thee,
Woe to the wretched, woe to me.
Oh, can I fee Thee Jlretched on high
In holiejl death-throes, yet pajs by ?
Oh, can I live for ought elje now
My little life-jpace ? I do vow
To Thee, an offering utter, whole.
My two-fold being, flejh and Soul.
Ye, who are now far off, oh, fly
Unto the jweet CroJs, lejl ye die ;
Sequence on tfie precfou0 BlooU- 151
Ye, who now live to felf, oh, Jlrive
That ye may live to God, and live :
Would ye be members reckoned ?
Ye mujl be pierced, as was your Head.
Oh, look not on that Streaming Blood
With eyes of cold ingratitude ;
Let there be tears and mighty crying,
Your God upon the Crojs is dying ;
And love and grief to Him are due
Who loved and grieved to Blood for you.
Lo, He has bought a Kingdom blejl.
And fet for man a Port of rejl ;
No key can ope that Kingdom's door,
No Jhip can reach the happy Shore,
Except amain they fajhioned be
Of nails and wood from Calvary.
Hail, Blood ! Which quickenejl man within,
And, Jlreaming, bid'jl him enter in :
If any jin-Jlain foul my Soul,
In Mercy wajh me, make me whole ;
And till I go hence, each new want
With new-born Bounty heed, and grant.
PART IV.
THE COMMUNION.
W^z foul's 31ntiitation to t^ol?
Communiom
Come, for all things are now ready,
HE Board is fpread with Meats
Divine,
O worn with Jlrife, and foiled
with Jin,
Draw near, love-thirjling Soul of
mine,
Draw near, and take thy Saviour in.
I fee the white prepared Board,
I hear the words of Love and Grace,
But canjl Thou deign to dwell, O Lord,
Within fo foul and foiled a place ?
^Ije ^onV& 3|niitation. 153
Fair was the Jhrine the Prophet-chief
Made for Thy Dwelling-place of old,
With curtain fine, and Almond leaf,
And Shittim Jhaft, and ring of gold.
More fair on green Moriah's breajl
The Houje the Monarch reared for Thee,
With cojlly gems, and odours drejl,
With burning lamp, and molten Jea,
With Cedar flower, and carven Palm,
In purejl gold of Parvaim Jet,
And pillars hung, like Jhips a-calm,
Each Jpell-bound in its gilded net.
Poor heart ; ah, where thy hallowed fires ?
Thy gold of conjecrated days.
The broidered veil of pure dejires,
The cedar-Jcented Jongs of praije ?
A nobler hand to grace Thy Jhrine,
Gems of more wondrous beauty brought,
Gave all the reajbning powers Divine,
The light of Love, the wealth of thought.
Ah, me ! the world has come between
Thy Soul and Christ ; the gold is dim.
The floor is foiled He made fo clean ;
Is this a dwelling fit for Him ?
154 ^Ije Commumam
Yet, come ; I fee the Wine, the Bread ;
That Blood can wajh away thy Jin ;
Draw near, my Soul, and be thou fed.
Nor doubt, but Christ will enter in.
Verbum Supernum prodiens,
HE Heavenly Word proceeding forth.
Yet leaving not the Father's Side,
Accomplijhing His Work on earth,
Had reached at length life's eventide.
By falfe Dijciple to be given
To foemen for His Life athirjl,
Himjelf the very Bread of Heaven,
He gave to His Dijciples lirjl.
He gave Himjelf in either Kind,
His Precious Flesh, His Precious Blood,
In Love's own fulnejs thus dejigned
Of the whole man to be the Food.
By birth their Fellow-man was He ;
Their Meat, when Jitting at the board ;
He died their Ranjbmer to be ;
He ever reigns, their great Reward.
O Saving Viflim, opening wide
The gate of Heaven to man below ;
Our foes prejs on from every jide.
Thine Aid jupply. Thy Strength bejlow.
f
^^inn of t^e l^ol? f taft. 155
Blejl Three in One, to Thee afcend
All Thanks and Praife for evermore.
Oh, grant us Life that Jhall not end
Upon the Heavenly Country's Jhore.
!^gmti of tfie l^olp jfeaft.
I am T^af Bread of Life,
KING of Beauty, Lord of Love,
True Bread and living Stay,
How dojl Thou jweet Refrejhment
prove
To pilgrims on their way.
O precious Drops, that from yon Fount
Of Comfort ever flow,
Who tajle of Thefe all toil furmount,
They Jweeten every woe.
Manna Celejlial daily jpread,
Drink from the Rock outpoured.
Thus through the wild are nourijhed
Thy Jbrrowing Children, Lord.
Thrice blejjed they, who day by day
On Jesu's Breajl recline ;
With Thee, indeed, no more we need,
Who giv'Jl Thyfelf to Thine.
156 ^^e Cammuniom
Stretch forth thine hand.
I ORD, at this moment Thou art furely
here,
And I Thy Prejence feel ;
I feel Thy pitying Eye bend o'er my
head,
I hear Thy gentle Footjleps near me tread,
And at Thy Feet I kneel.
I*kneel ; I tell Thee all my inmojl woe,
Tell of a load of Jin ;
I ajk Thy Pity, Pardon, and Relief;
I Jhew Thee all my bitter, bitter grief,
The deep dijlrejs within.
I count my years, to Thee, a wajled life
With Jo much left undone.
It looks Jo Jad, now Thou Thyfelf art near,
Thy Human Life Jhines out Jo pure and clear,
And mine in Jin has run.
Now, while I fee Thy Wounds — I feel it all —
Too much for me to bear :
I need to draw new Life in every breath ;
I need a Rejcue in the hour of death.
And One my griefs to Jhare.
And while I lay this jadnefs at Thy Feet,
I feel Thee nearing me —
%l)t ^ppe anil ^Intitjpe. 157
Stretch forth thine hand — I know Thy healing
Voice ;
It makes this weary, mournful heart rejoice,
And draws me nearer Thee,
Nearer and nearer Jlill ; gives me Thyjelf
In wondrous Myjlery ;
Unites me with Thee, and Thyjelf with me.
In jbrrow, joy, through life, through death, to be
Thine in Eternity.
%liz Cppe anti ^ntitj^pe of t|)e BleffeD
fe)acrament
HoJ^e dum vi^o triumphans,
ilHEN the Patriarch was returning
Crown'd with triumph from the
fray,
Him the peaceful King of Salem
Came to meet upon his way.
Meekly bearing Bread and Wine,
Holy Priejlhood's awful Sign.
On the Truth, thus dimly jhadowed.
Later days a lujlre Jhed ;
When the great High Priejl Eternal,
Under Forms of Wine and Bread,
For the world's immortal Food,
Gave His Flesh and gave His Blood.
Wondrous Gift — The Word who moulded
All things by His Might Divine,
158 ^S^Commumon-
Bread into His Body changes.
Into His Own Blood the Wine ;
What though fenje no change perceives,
Faith admires, adores, believes.
He Who once to die a ViSim
On the Crofs, did not refuje,
Day by day, upon our Altars,
That jame Sacrifice renews ;
Through His holy Priejlhood's hands.
Faithful to His lajl Commands.
While the people all uniting
In the Sacrifice jublime.
Offer Christ to His High Father,
Offer up themjelves with Him ;
Then, together with the Priejl,
On the Living ViSim feajl.
Sin (Euc^ariltic ^rajer-
To know the Love ^Christ which pajfeth knowledge,
ESU, to Thy Table led,
Now let every heart be fed
With the true and living Bread.
While in penitence we kneel.
Thy Jweet Prejence let us feel.
All Thy wondrous Love reveal.
Union toitf) C^n'ft^ 159
While on Thy dear Crofs we gaze,
Mourning o'er our Jinful ways,
Turn our Jadnefs into praije.
Draw us to Thy wounded Side,
Whence there flowed the healing Tide ;
There our Jins and jbrrows hide.
From the bonds of Jin releaje,
Cold and wavering faith increaje,
Lamb of God, grant us Thy Peace.
Lead us by Thy pierced Hand,
Till around Thy Throne we Jland,
In the bright and better Land.
WLnim toftf) C^ritt m ^ol? Communion.
My Beloved is Mine, and I am His,
NE holds me f ajl : kept in His pure
Embrace
I rejl in peace :
Flows on my weary heart His foftening
Grace,
And troubles ceaje.
Though cold the Jlorm^and fierce the blajling wind*
I. do not fear,
For in His Breajl a Covert jafe I find :
No Jlorm comes there.
i6o Cfie CDmmuniort^
He Jhields me tenderly — my Spoufe, my Love —
He guides me on
To Manjions fair, prepared for me above,
Where He has gone.
He feeds me, lejl I faint, or fall, or die,
With Food from Heaven :
He, His Own Self, in wondrous Myjlery
To me has given.
He draws me to Himfelf ; I needs mujl go ;
I cannot Jlay :
No earthly tie muJl bind me here below :
But far away,
Where, 'mid the countlejs throngs of Angels bright
And Spirits blejl.
He reigns — my God and King — my Jble Delight,
I long to rejl.
Sin SLntitnt ^Brofe on t^e »)acrament of
tfie Jaitau*
Pams defcendens Ccelitus,
READ, which from above dejcendeth,
Whence the Jlrength within us grows,
Which to us new Life extendeth
And abundant Grace bejlows ;
feacrament of tfie Slltav. i6i
May Christ be that Feajl unto us
Which true Nourijhment imparts,
And the Cup which doth renew us,
Filling full of Joy our hearts.
Splendour of the Light of Heaven
Whom unceajing praijes greet,
As at Thy Lajl Supper given.
Give us of Thy Flesh to eat.
Heavenly Banquet of the living,
Glory in Redemption Jhown,
Rejl unto the humble giving.
Make the Blijs of Heaven our own.
To the Memory Jlill returning
Of Thy Death for us accurjl,
Snatch us from the Lake of burning,
Thou, Who didjl exclaim— I thirjl.
Lord, to Thee Thy Church gives honour
For Thy countlefs Blejflings all ;
Pour Thy Gracious Light upon her,
Both in Fajl and Fejlival.
With the Son and Holy Spirit,
God the Father, ever Blejl,
May we by the Gifts inherit
Of this Feajl eternal ReJl.
M
1 62 ^ije €ommmim.
O Jesu, ^u mein Brautigam.
ORD Jesu, Bridegroom of my Soul,
Make me, Thy humble jervant, whole,
By that Dear Blood which on the Crofs
Thou Jheddejl to redeem man's lojs.
Full of dejire, yet full of fear,
To Thine own Altar I draw near,
And though my Jleps have gone ajlray,
In Mercy cajl me not away.
O Thou good Shepherd of Thy Flock,
My King, my Lord, my Spoufe, my Rock,
Who hajl o'er jin the viS*ry won.
Put me the Wedding Garment on.
Cure, great Phyjician, my dijeaje,
And heal mine oft infirmities ;
Wajh every jinful Jlain away,
And let me tajle Thyfelf to-day.
Though oft in Jlnfulnefs laid low.
Thy pard'ning Love on me bejlow.
And mortify my proud felf-love.
And let Thy Grace my Glory prove.
(Butltmttit CoUoqup^ 163
To thoje who fight in Jin's dread Jlrife
Thy Body is the Bread of Life,
Thy Blood the Wine Divine of Love,
The richejl from Thy Stores above.
Hungry and thirjly, lo, I come,
Oh, find me at Thy Table room ;
To me of this blejl Banquet give,
And let me eat, and drink, and live.
Take from my heart each thought of Jin,
And let Thy Spirit enter in ;
Grant Faith, and Hope, and blejfed Love,
Gifts of Thy Spirit from above.
What Soul and body need, Jupply ;
Remove what's hurtful to Thine Eye ;
Dwell in my heart, and let me be
In Jweetejl Union, Lord, with Thee.
Againjl my Soul, when earth or Hell
Combine, or mine own heart rebel,
Subdue my foes, my heart fubdue,
And keep me to Thy Service true.
Adorn my conversation. Lord,
With all the Graces of Thy Word,
And do Thou grant me all my days
To keep Thy Law and Jing Thy praife ;
i64 ^Ije Commumom
That when, O gracious Prince of Life,
Thou call'Jl me from this world of Jlrife,
I may to Thy blejl Prejence rije,
And live with Thee above the Jkies.
De Sup em a Hierarchia^
ROM the mojl holy Place above.
In the world's latter day,
The Wifdom true of God came down
To guide us on our way ;
Oh, we had ever longed for Him,
And He at lajl was given,
Mary the Virgin's BleJJed Child,
Jesus, the mortal's Haven.
Great was He ever; great the name
The Holy Virgin won.
When by a Miracle Jhe roje
Mother to fuch a Son ;
He takes this lojl world's Jin away.
Forward with Might He goes,
And in the van of fainting men
Doth put to flight their foes.
There was no jbrrow in His Home,
There was no death on High,
He fought Him Flesh to jbrrow in,
A Crojs, that He might die ;
SL S^equence of t^e x^u Century 165
He is the righteous Lawgiver,
And yet Himjelf He gave
Unto the Law's mojl bitter fcourge,
Us from its curfe to fave.
For lo ! the Lamb was lifted up
Upon the cruel Tree,
And He was jacrificed for us.
Incarnate Charity ;
Thus our marred life was built again —
Upon each infant brow
The Sign of Him who faves is Jet,
And Heaven is open now.
It was the night He was betrayed,
When in an Upper Room
With His loved Twelve He fat at meat,
Knowing what Jbon Jhould come :
He blejjed and brake the Holy Bread
And jaid — O hearken ye
Who doubt Him— This My Body is ;
Do this, remembering Me,
He ceajed. Anon, He fpake again,
God's Holy Son and True,
And thus the Gift unjpeakable
Came in the Chalice too ;
It had made glad man's heavy heart,
But then His All It Jlood,
The Drink of the new Paradije,
The Word Incarnate's Blood,
i66 Cfie Communiam
This Myjlery is hid in God,
This can none elje explore.
Be Thou content to wait awhile,
Believe, embrace, adore ;
But be thou ware to eat and drink,
If Jlave to Jin thou be.
Only the pure and guilelejs heart
Can take It worthily.
Say, canjl thou love as Peter loved ?
Behold thy Peace is here ;
Art thou a Judas ? in thy Jins
Come not, O traitor, near ;
This is the jujl man's aliment.
This arms him for the fray ;
. But whojb lacks a Wedding robe
Is the Foe's certain prey.
Thine is this Marvel, Blejed Christ,
Thine would Its Jharers be ;
Oh, Jave us from eternal Wrath,
Clothe us with chajlity :
Thou hajl rejlored the breach ; to Thee
For Health and Peace we come ;
Make us more worthy of Thy Gift,
Bring us more near our Home.
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Conference Iiettoeen C^rift, tje feaintg,
anil t^z^ouL
Come up hither y and I will Jhew thee things which
muft be hereafter.
AM pale with Jick defire,
For my heart is far away
From this world's fitful fire
And this world's waning day :
In a dream it overleaps
A world of tedious ills
To where the jiinjhine jleeps
On th' everlajling hills.
Say the Saints — There Angels eaje us,
Glorified and white.
They fay — ^We rejl in Jesus,
Where is not day nor night.
My Soul faith — I have fought
For a home that is not gained ;
I have fpent, yet nothing bought ;
Have laboured, but not attained :
My pride Jlrove to rife and grow.
And hath but dwindled down ;
My love fought love, and lo.
Hath not attained its crown.
Say the Saints — Frefh Souls increafe us.
None languijh or recede.
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They jay — We love our Jesus,
And He loves us indeed.
I cannot rife above,
I cannot rejl beneath,
I cannot find out love.
Or efcape from death :
Dear hopes and joys gone by
Still mock me with a name,
My bejl beloved die
And I cannot die with them.
Say the Saints — No deaths decreaje us.
Where our rejl is glorious.
They Jay — We live in Jesus,
Who once died for us.
Oh, my Soul, Jhe beats her wings
And pants to fly away
Up to immortal things
In the Heavenly day :
Yet Jhe flags and almojl faints ;
Can Juch be meant for me ?
Come and Jee — Jay the Saints.
Saith Jesus — Come and fee.
Say the Saints— His Pleafures pleafe us
Before God and the Lamb.
Come and tajle My fweets — ^faith Jefus—
Be with Me where I am.
169
(Eucfiariaic i&ra?er, of t|)e ri* Centurg*
O Colenda Deitas.
LORIOUS ObjeS of our praife,
BleJJed Fount of our fupply,
While in faith our voice we raije.
Look on us, and hear our cry :
Open here the glorious Heaven,
Where Thy Majejly is known ;
Now let living Light be given
From the Splendour of Thy Throne.
Vijit us, and make us fee
Thy Salvation here below ;
Till, presented unto Thee,
We Jhall all its Sweetnejs know.
Fill our hearts with Heavenly Love ;
Make us rich and flourijhing ;
Let Thy Spirit from above
His enkindling Influence bring :
Show the riches of Thy Grace ;
Rain the facred Manna down ;
Make us one in Thy Embrace ;
Let Thy Love the Union crown.
Ever-blejfed God, behold
Not the vilenejs of our Jlate ;
But how Good Thou art unfold,
And how mercifully Great.
170 ^5e €ommnnim^
Though dejpijed, we look to Thee ;
Deign to hear our earnejl cry ;
Let us Thy Jweet Mercy fee ;
Give us, Lord, a large jupply.
Deity, Supreme o'er all,
Condejcend to Jhow Thy Love ;
While before Thy Feet we fall,
Pour Thy Blejjing from above.
Praije we give Thee, Glorious Lord,
Singing with the Heavenly Hojl,
Now and ever be adored.
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Ferily, Thou art a God that hideji Thyfelf,
JESU, it was furely jweet,
To Jit and lijlen at Thy Feet,
With thoje who in Thy Life drew near,
Thy Words of Love and Grace to hear.
And fweet it was to walk with Thee,
Bejide the lake of Galilee ;
Or, fafe embarked in Peter's Boat,
O'er its blue waves with Thee to float.
But fweeter far it is to pray
Before Thine Altar-throne to-day,
For there th' atoning Sacrifice,
Jesus, the world's Redeemer, lies.
Hail ! Jesus, hail ! my Dearejl Lord,
By Seraph-choirs in Heaven adored ;
Hail ! Jesus, Who art Hidden thus
On this poor earth for Love of us.
Minima Clirittu
TI;ou art a Place to hide me in*
ijOUL of Jesus — once for me
Offered on the Jhameful Tree,
Heal, and make me by that Cure
Pure, as Thoii Thyfelf art Pure ;
Thou of Life the Fountain fair,
Draw me in, and keep me there.
Form of Jesus — One with God,
Who the dreadful wineprejs trod,
Man of Sorrows, drowned in grief.
Thou of Jin the Jble Relief,
Be Thy Sacramental Power
Prejent at my dying hour.
Holy Jesus, Great I Am,
Shining in a Spotlejs Lamb,
Gentle as the Heavenly Dove,
Thou the Lord of Light and Love,
By Thy PaJTion, by Thy Prayer,
Snatch me from my own dejpair.
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Hide me where that Wound was given,
Piercing to the Heart of Heaven ;
Hide me where thofe nails unmeet
Rent Thy Hands, and fixed Thy Feet ;
Hide me where red Drops ran down
From that Jad acanthine Crown,
Blood of Jesus — crimfon Sea,
Glorious as eternity,
Fathomlejs, alone, jublime,
Boundlefs Bath of human crime,
Me the leper, vile and mean,
Plunge me there, and make me clean.
Water — from that jacred Side
Of a God, who groaned and died.
Blending with the purple Gore
When His Agony was o'er,
Flow in Mercy, full and free,
Flow for Jinners, flow for me.
Holy Jesus — let me be
Never jeparate from Thee ;
From the malice of the foe,
Ward me in the vale of woe ;
Let me, yielding up my breath,
Find a Paradije in death.
There no more Jhall night be known,
Safely projlrate at Thy Throne ;
%\it ^avviasz Scupper oC tlje Xamb* 173
Called by Thee to realms of day
Where all tears are wiped away,
Jesu, Thou my Rejl Jhalt be,
Faith hath found her home in Thee.
^f)e a^atriap &uppec of tit JLamb.
HeiPger Tifch den Jesus deckeU
jlHIS holy Feajl, by Jesus fpread,
Makes glad, yet fills my Soul with dread,
Such confliS who can quell ?
We eat for better or for worje ;
I jee before me, Blejfling, curje —
Life, death — or Heaven, or Hell.
Yet, Lord, I come. Thou dojl invite ;
But firjl befitting Robe of white
With jealous care put on;
While I by faith my heart prepare,
And fo that fejlal Garment wear,
Which Thou Thyfelf hajl won.
O Friend, among ten thoujand chief.
Good Shepherd, bring me quick relief,
My faltering footjleps Jlay ;
Set free my limbs, for I am bound ;
Heal me, I have a deadly wound ;
Lead me, I've gone ajlray.
U4- < CfieCDmmumam
My thirjl and hunger let me jlake,
And freely Life's pure Waters take.
Thou, Whom my Soul doth prize ;
Oh, jave me, funk in grievous plight ;
I grope in darknejs, give me Light,
Give Life to one who dies.
O Lord, with rigour chide not one
Who Juppliant comes before Thy Throne,
Spurn not in Anger fierce ;
With heart and knee before Thee bowed,
Let this my prayer pierce through the cloud.
To Thy bright Prefence pierce.
Lord, let Thy Flesh, Which in my Jlead
Once bore the Crojs, be now my Bread ;
And Thy mojl Precious Blood —
Let not that Stream have flowed in vain.
But let theje Both my Jlrength jujlain.
And be my Highejl Good.
SLn ancient ^ntjenu
O E/ca viatorum,
FOOD that weary pilgrims love,
O Bread of Angel Hojls above,
O Manna of the Saints,
The hungry Soul would feed on Thee ;
Ne'er may the heart unjblaced be
Which for Thy Sweetnefs faints.
%liz singers 31nbitation^ 175
O Fount of Love, O cleanjing Tide,
Which from the Saviour's pierced Side
And facred Heart dojl flow,
Be ours to drink of Thy pure Rill,
Which only can our Spirits fill.
And all we need bejlow.
O Jesu^ Whom, by Power Divine
Now hidden 'neath the outward Sign,
We worjhip and adore,
Grant, when the veil away is rolled.
With open Face we may behold
Thyjelf for evermore.
^1)0 anprgj 3|ntittatiDn to tje ^ropfiet*
j^n Angel touched him, and f aid unto him—^AriJe
and eat, g^
or THE
HRISTI AN, did no one, thinkejl thoi; ' " *'-^®''
behold thee.
What time thou fainted'Jl in the noon-
day heat ?
Heard'jl thou no Angel's voice, which fweetly told
thee —
The journey is too great ; Arije and eat.
An Angel's voice? Nay, *twas thy God that
fpake it.
In fonder tones than Angel could repeat :
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Himjelf the Food, His own the Hands that
brake It ;
His own the Words that bade thee — Rije
and eat :
This is the Bread of Life which came from Heaven,
And now for thee is on My Table jpread :
This is My Body, Which for Thee was given ;
And this My Blood, Which for thy Jins was
Jhed.
Oh, fainting, faltering wanderer, art thou able
Still to refufe thy Suppliant God's Requejl? —
Be filled, ye hungry, from My bounteous Table ;
And come, ye weary, I will give you rejl.
Oh, may His gracious, oft-urged Invitation
Subdue thee with its tones jb foft and jweet ;
Mayjl thou, at length, with heartfelt adoration
And tearful penitence — Arije and eat.
Another Banquet is for thee preparing ;
Another Feajl thy longing eyes Jhall greet ;
An Angel's voice Jhall break thy rejl, declaring —
Behold, all things are ready ; Rife and eat.
(Euc^arfttic 5lnt|)em ; from tfie (Btvmm.
Behold the Lamb of God.
jEHOLD the Lord,
Th' Incarnate Word,
Our Highejl Good,
The Angels' Food,
Bdjolti tlje %amb of (BoH. 177
Conjents to rejl
Within thy breajl :
Blejjed Jesu, we adore Thee
In this Thy Holy Sacrament.
His Might He Jhrouds
Beneath the Clouds
Of Bread and Wine :
This lowly Shrine
Contains the King
Whom Angels Jing :
Blejfled Jesu, we adore Thee
In this Thy Holy Sacrament.
Bow heart and knee,
God is with Thee ;
Oh, trujl and love —
Christ from above
Will dry thy tears
And hujh thy fears :
BleJJed Jesu, we adore Thee
In this Thy Holy Sacrament.
The Great I Am,
The Pafchal Lamb,
Who Jhed the Flood
Of Precious Blood,
Lo ! here He lies
Our Sacrifice ;
BleJJed Jesu, we adore Thee
In this Thy Holy Sacrament.
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178 ^fie Commumom
He calleth thee —
Come unto Me^
Thy pain and grief
Shall find relief;
Oh, come and hide
In My pierced Side :
Blejjed Jesu, we adore Thee
In this Thy Holy Sacrament.
Lord, come at lajl
When life is pajl.
In my lajl hour,
With Love and Power,
To be my Light
Through death's dark night :
BleJJed Jesu, we adore Thee
In this Thy Holy Sacrament.
SI draper to tje %ovh 3zt\x&.
He was wounded for our tranfgrejftons ; He was bruifed
for our iniquities,
JESUS, bruifed and wounded more
Thanburjled grape, or bread of wheat.
The Life of Life within our Souls,
The Cup of our Salvation Jweet,
We come to Jhow Thy dying Hour,
Thy Jlreaming Vein, Thy Broken Flesh ;
8L 1^3?ntn on tlje Keal ^©reCence. 179
And Jlill the Blood is warm to fave,
And Jlill the fragrant Wounds are frejh.
Oh, Heart that, with a double Tide
Of Blood and Water maketh pure ;
O Flesh once offered on the Crofs,
The Gift that makes our pardon Jure ;
Let never more our Jinful Souls
The anguijh of Thy Crofs renew ;
Nor forge again the cruel nails
That pierced Thy ViSim Body through.
Si l^jmrx on t^e Eeal ^refence, of tfie
Xi^^ Centurg.
O Pan is Dulcijjime,
READ of Life, Divinely Jweet,
Faithful Souls may take and eat,
•Tis the Manna God hath Jent :
Gentle Lamb of God,, in Thee
That great Sacrifice we Jee,
Which the Law and Prophets meant.
Though but common Bread appear,
Thy Dear Flesh is hidden here ;:
On It now by faith we feed v
Holy Spirit, on us Jhine —
Seven-fold Gifts of Grace are Thine —
Make It now our Meat indeed.
i8o <^f)e €ommiinion^
Souls are quickened, blejl, and fed,
When they eat this living Bread,
Uncorruptedly the Jame ;
All their guilt is purified
By the Flesh of Him Who died —
Glory to His precious Name.
Thus Thy Jacred Cup of Blood
And Thy Flesh, our myjlic Food,
Cheer us while on earth we live :
But in Heaven to meet Thee, Lord,
There to feajl around Thy Board,
This will boundlejs Rapture give.
Cf)e 9l^iracl0j3 of (Brace aim iliature*
This is the Lord's doings and it is marvellous in our eyes.
m
YSTERIOUS is Thy Prefence, Lord,
Awful, Thy Power Divine ;
The water hears Thy faintejl Word
And blujhes into wine.
The clouds, that round us dark and low,
With threatening ajpe8 move.
If Thou dojl look upon them, glow
With rainbow lights of love.
The grain, that from the jbwer's hand,
Is Jcattered on the mould,
SL Sequence of tl)e ;cbu Centurp. i8i
Soon in the valleys thick Jhall Jland,
Returned a thoujand fold.
The dews, which evening Jliies dijlil,
Around the creeping vine,
At Thy Command arije and fill
The blood-red grape with wine.
Thus holy Truths around us lie,
Doing their humble part,
But wanting the attentive eye.
And the believing heart.
Thus at Thy Holy Feajt, O Lord,
We kneel, and we believe
That That which Thy creative Word
Hath made It, we receive.
Myjlerious Truth, which human pride
Mujl bow to and adore.
Which in our heart of hearts we hide.
Believe, and ajk no more.
SL Sequence of tlje x^U Centurp*
Jz/ef Caro Christi Regis.
AIL ! Flesh of Christ the Regal,
Hail ! Food that feeds the Flock,
The new Law's Heavenly Manna,
The Spiritual Rock ;
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Can the blind world rejefi Thee ?
Oh, Thou art All to us,
Adorable for ever,
And wholly Marvellous.
With adoration hourly,
With voices Heavenly fweet,
The Faithful give Thee Glory
As it is right and meet ;
And Thou wilt deign accept them —
But would they feed on Thee
They mujl be pure and Jlainlejs,
For Thou art Purity.
The Bride gives Thee her worjhip,
Who art the Bread of Life ;
Thou Guide unto the pilgrim.
Thou Peace where guilt is rife :
Salvation's Bread, oh, lill us
With Thy unclouded Joy,
Sweet Food of Satisfadion,
Pure Drink which cannot cloy.
Oh, be Thou nigh to guard us.
The fallen one's Stay Thou art,
Balm to the weary mourner,
Joy to the breaking heart ;
Thou didjl go firjl to light us.
Thou hajl the path full trod ;
Guide through this world of grieving
Into the Joy of God.
i83
CorpujS CfirfHu
Give the Lord the honour due unto His Name ; worjhip
§ the Lord with holy worjhip,
HESE Wounds I hail, O Lord my God,
For they were fuffered once for me ;
My ranjbm was Thy Precious Blood,
My confidence is fixed in Thee.
Oh, Sacrifice beyond compare.
High Priejl and ViSim both in One ;
All Love, all Light, all Wife, all Fair,
The Virgin-Born, the Father's Son.
Ten thoujand thoujand daily feed
On Thee, and find their Graces grow ;
Sweet Help in every time of need.
The Well, whence Heavenly Waters flow.
Lo ! how the broken-hearted come
To fee their Saviour on the Crofs ;
And then return in comfort home
To count for Him all things but drofs.
Sweet Jesus, Jlretch abroad Thine Arms,
Embrace the world Thou hajl redeemed ;
Thy Voice fhall hufh its loud alarms.
And darknefs fly where Thou hajl beamed.
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Thou, with Thy Saints, Jhalt reign alone
From jhore to Jhore, from pole to pole ;
And Glory round Thy holy Throne
Shall in eternal furges roll.
And till the Trump of God may found,
Thy Church on earth Jhall projlrate fall,
In praije, and prayer, and hymns profound
To worjhip Thee, the Lord of All.
%flt Hotie of C!)rift for m& ^poufe.
He brought me to the Banqueting houfe, and His Banner
over me was Love,
ESU, we thus obey
Thy lajl and kindejl Word,
And in Thine own appointed way
We come to meet Thee, Lord.
Thus we remember Thee,
And take this Bread and Wine,
As Thine own dying Legacy,
And our Redemption's Sign.
Thy Prejence makes the Feajl ;
Now let our Spirits feel
The Glory not to be exprejl,
The Joy unjpeakable.
a ^rofe, of t!)e ;t:ti. Century 185
With high and Heavenly Blijs
Thou dojl our Spirit cheer ;
Thy Houje of banqueting is this,
And Thou hajl brought us here.
Now let our Souls be fed
With Manna from above,
And over us Thy Banner Jpread
Of everlajling Love.
SL ^rofe, of t!)e x^* Century ♦
^z/e / Verum Corpus natum.
AIL to Thee, True Body ! Sprung
From the Virgin Mary's Womb,
The Same that on the Crofs was hung,
And bore for man the bitter doom :
Hear us, Merciful and Mild,
Jesu, Mary's Gracious Child.
From Whofe Side, for Jinners riven.
Water flowed and mingled Blood ;
MayJlThou, Dearejl Lord, be given,
In death's hour to be my Food :
Hear us, Merciful and Mild,
Jesu, Mary's Gracious Child.
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^rajer for tlie fulfilment of a promffe*
/ will commune with thee from above the
Mercy-feat,
ORD, when before Thy Throne we meet,
Thy Goodnejs to adore,
From Heaven th' eternal Mercy-Jeat
On us Thy BlejQing pour,
And make our inmojl Souls to be
An habitation meet for Thee.
The Body for our Ranjbm given ;
The Blood in Mercy jhed ;
With this immortal Food from Heaven,
Lord, let our Souls be fed ;
And as we round Thy Table kneel.
Help us Thy quickening Grace to feel.
Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh.
Accept the humble prayer,
The contrite Soul's repentant Jigh,
The Jinner's heartfelt tear ;
And let our adoration rije,
As fragrant incenje, to the Jkies.
^
i87
Si penitential ^^mn ; after long neglect of
tlje 2Ble£Celi Sacrament
/ am no more zoortby to be called Thy Son,
||UR Lord in Words of Heavenly Wlf-
dom Jaid —
We mujl not cajl to dogs the Children's
Bread ;
Yet even dogs, within their majler's hall.
May eat the crumbs that from his table fall.
My Father, here a Child unworthy comes,
Beneath Thy Board to gather up the Crumbs ;
No longer worthy to be called Thy Child,
So far has Jin my wayward heart beguiled.
Thy Grace preventing called me by my name,
When yet unconjcious to the font I came ;
Made Child of God by free Adoption there.
And taught to call Thee Father in my prayer.
Yet have I followed worldly ways and vain,
And empty hujks are all that now remain ;
On joys unreal have I my Jubjlance /pent,
My feet are bare, my garments foiled and rent.
Now, taking with me words, Fll Jlraight arije,
And feek my Father in this woful guije ;
For well I know a parent's bowels yearn,
Whene'er he fees a long-lojt child return.
i88 ^ijz €ommnnim.
Before aifliSion came I went ajlray ;
But now, am bent to keep Thy righteous Way :
Lo ! while I yet am fpeaking He doth hear ;
Yea, e'en before I called. He hajlened near :
He brings forth that bejl robe to put me on,
The Righteous Robe of His Begotten Son ;
And bids my feet, which jlippery paths have trod,
With Go/pel Peace henceforth be firmly Jhod,
If Angels joy when Jinners leave their way,
Thoje elder Brothers will rejoice to-day.
That I, with purpoje fixed new life to lead.
Now come repentant at Thy Board to feed.
By faith I fee Christ's Body in This Bread,
And in this Cup His Blood for Jinners Jhed ;
Which, though my mind tries vainly to conceive,
As Christ hath jpoken, Jo do I believe.
No longer now Jelf-banijhed from my place,
'Mongjt thofe who, ever with Thee, Jhare Thy
Grace,
On Heavenly Manna Jhall my Soul be fed :
Lord, give me evermore Thy Children's Bread.
Let me not only in Thy Houjehold dwell,
For Jervants hired know not their majler well ;
With Christ [o cloje let my Communion be,
That I may dwell in Him, and He in me.
Then, with the Angel-choir, my voice I'll raije,
More bound than they redeeming Love to praij*e :
Not one has erred of all that Heavenly Hojl ;
ThoJe who have mojl forgiven, will love Thee mojl.
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l^jmn to 31e0its in t!)e ©letTeli Sacrament
Behold, God our Defender, and look upon the Face
of Thine Anointed,
ESUS, True God, True Man we adore
Thee ;
Veiled though Thy Prejence, we haQ
Thee here ;
True Bread of Angels, we worjhip before Thee,
Now the blejl moment has brought Thee Jo near.
Thou dojl defcend, but no awful thunder
Rending the Heavens o'erwhelms us with dread ;
Silently, filling our Spirits with wonder,
Thou dojl Jloop down to us. Life-giving Bread.
Vijlon of Peace and Fountain of Pity,
Praife of the Angels, and PerfeS Love,
Thou art the Gate of the Heavenly City,
Glory of Saints in the manjions above.
Now, at Thy Shrine, Thou liejl before us,
Thou, Who for Jinners fought Mary's Breajl ;
Sweetly is ringing the Angels' glad chorus,
Bethlehem, true Houje of Bread, is our rejl.
Here Precious Blood for Jin is Jlill flowing,
Sealing forgivenejs and making us pure ;
Thou in the Gift of Thyfelf art bejlowing,
Grace to endeavour, and Strength to endure.
igo Cfie Commumon*
Now may we cry, while kneeling before Thee,
Lifting our hearts to the Father's dread
Throne —
Look on the Face of Thy Christ, we implore
Thee,
Spare our tranjgrejjions, our Sacrifice own.
Jesus, all hail ! Redeemer mojl holy,
Thee we adore at Thine Altar-jhrine ;
Keep evermore our hearts pure and lowly,
Meet for Thy Prejence, O ViSim Divine.
SL ^^mn of ^antoliu0 of ^. Hictor, of
The Blood of Jesvs Christ cleanfeth us from all Jin,
CHRIST, Who art enthroned on high.
Look on us, parted far from Thee ;
How wondroujly Thou comejl nigh,
That joined with us Thou mayjl be.
By that fame Body, Which, at birth
Shed joy and gladnejs over earth.
Hence, like a mountain torrent's flow,
Grace downward pours in copious Jlreams,
Oh, when that fervent Love doth glow.
What heart but melts beneath its beams ?
What guilty Soul would Jhun the Flood,
And not feek deanfmg in that Blood ?
SL l^^mit of Slngelusf- 191
O haughty man, lay ddwn thy pride,
Thy Lord is here in Meeknejs found ;
Why Jlrayejl thou, when He doth hide
Himjelf within this narrow bound ?
Why wilt thou jeek the gazing crowd,
When God is veiled beneath a Cloud ?
All Glory to the Father be,
Who in His Might the world did frame ;
And to the Son, Who Jet us free
By dying on the Crofs in Jhame ;
And unto Him, Whofe quickening Breath
Doth raije us up anew from death.
SL ^^mn of anselu0 to t^e (KooH »)5epSer&,
of tlje jrtiiiVCentur?*
Outer HirU, willft du nicht.
ILT Thou not, my Shepherd true,
Spare Thy Jheep, in Mercy Jpare
me ?
Wilt Thou not, as Jhepherds do.
In Thine Arms rejoicing bear me ;
Bear me where all troubles ceaje.
Home to Folds of Joy and Peace ?
See how I have gone ajlray.
How earth's labyrinths oft mijlead me ;
192 %ltt €i^mmunim.
Bring me back into the way,
In Thine own green Pajlures feed me :
Gather me within the Fold,
Where Thy lambs Thy Light behold.
With Thy Flock I long to be,
With the Flock to whom 'tis given
Safe to feed, and, praijing Thee,
Roam the happy plains of Heaven :
Free from fear of Jinful Jlain, .
They can never Jlray again.
Lord, I here am jbre bejet.
Fears at every Jlep confound me ;
Lo ! my foes have jpread their net,
And with craft and might Jurround me :
Such their jhares on every Jide,
Safe Thy Jheep can ne'er abide.
Jesus, Lord, my Shepherd true.
Oh, from wolves Thy Jheep deliver ;
Help, as Jhepherds wont to do,
From their jaws prejerve me ever :
Bid Thy trembling wanderer come
To his everlajting Home.
193
®f)e ^tiein of tl)c C^urc^.
En, ut fuperba criminum.
O ! how the javage crew
Of our proud Jins hath rent
The Heart of our All-gracious God-
That Heart Jo Innocent.
The foldier's quiv'ring lance,
Our guilt it was that Jped ;
The Jleel that pierced Him, by our crimes
So deadly jharp was made.
O Heart, whence jprang the Church,
The Saviour's fpotlefs Bride,
Thou Door of our Salvation's Ark
Set in its myjlic Side,
Thou holy Fount, whence flows
The Jacred Jevenfold Flood,
Where we our filthy robes may cleanje
In the Lamb's Saving Blood,
By jbrrowful relapfe,
Thee will we rend no more ;
But like the flames, thofe types of Love,
Strive Heavenward to Jbar.
o
194 ^6e €ommnnion*
Father and Son Supreme,
And Spirit, hear our cry ;
To Whom Praije, Power, and Glory be
Through all Eternity.
O Sacerdotum veneranda jura,
WFUL is the Priejlly Jlate,
Which, by faith beheld aright,
Clofes and unbars the gate.
Though unjeen by mortal Jight :
Christ, in this His earthly Seat,
Holds in them the Balance meet,
Binds and lets the Jinner's feet
In His own appointed Rite.
When they ply their healing art,
'Tis His Hand in them is found ;
When they jbothe the wounded heart,
His Anointing heals the wound :
When they Jpeak, the faithful Jheep
Drink their words and hide them deep,
For the Law of God they Jleep
Firjl in their own hearts profound.
When the Wrath is going forth,
And the Vial in mid air,
%\)Z Mttt}ins (Batmtnu 195
They Jland forth to Jlop the Wrath
With deep importuning prayer :
May they, Lord, themjelves be wife,
Who touch Thy dread Myjleries,
Mirrors, in their people's eyes.
Worthy of the things they bear.
Father, Spirit, Son Divine,
Who dojl rejcue from the grave,
From Heaven's central echoing Jhrine
Let Thy Glory, wave on wave.
Fill the all-jurrounding jea
Of Jhorelejs Eternity,
Singing, Priejl of Priejls, of Thee,
And Thy mighty Power to fave.
%ltt Mzmins (Garment
Dum Veftem audis Nuptialeniy ne de veftmentiSy quihas
induimury id exijlimes^fed de bonis operibus.
j]HE nuptial Robe, which all mujl wear
Who enter to the Spoujal Feajl,
Is not a garb for vulgar Jlare,
A cloth of gold, in Jamite pieced.
In cojlly jewels glittering fair.
With rujlling pride furceafed.
196 %l)z Communiom
The nuptial Robe which all mujl don,
Who would their heads lift up on high,
Who would approach the Bridal Throne
With contrite heart and fuppliant eye,
This yoke of Peace, and this alone.
Is the fair Jlole of Charity.
The nuptial Robe is pure and white,
Unjbiled in deed, unjlained in thought.
With willing heart and purpoje right.
In works of Love it muJl be wrought,
Although 'tis wove with colours bright.
It Jhall not pajs where Love is not.
The nuptial Robe, to which is given
An entrance to the Blijs of God,
Mujl raije the Soul with Virtue's leaven,
Mujl to the Crojs point out the road.
And humbly labour Jlill, till Heaven
Relieve thee of thy heavy load.
Then, clothed anew in Virtue's drejs.
Angels Jhall bid thee welcome home ;
Then Jhall the toil that did opprejs
Be buried with thee in the tomb ;
Then Jhall ye hear that lajl addrejs —
Ye blejjed of My Father, come.
197
'BTfje EoCe of »)5aron ; a (Berman !^pmn of
tlje jcb* Century*
/ ^7/57 the Rofe of Sharon,
KNOW a Flower jb jweet and fair,
There is no earthly blojfom
With Sharon's Roje that may compare ;
Fain would I wear
Its Fragrance in my bojbm.
It is the True and Living Word,
Whom God Himjelf hath given
To be our Guide, our Light, our Lord,
In Whom is Jlored
All hope for earth and Heaven,
Hark, how He faith — Come unto Me
Ye burdened and ]ad-hearted ;
Granted your heart's dejire Jball be,
And pardon free.
To mourning Souls imparted.
This is My Body that I give.
For you in Mercy broken ;
Whatever is Mine with It receive,
If ye believe
And keep what I have jpoken.
198 ^!je CommuniDtt*
This is My Blood, once jhed for you.
Ye hearts, now faint and Jinking ;
Drink of My Cup, and find anew
Frejh Strength to do
My Bidding without Jhrinking.
Ah, Lord, by Thy mojl bitter Woes
We pray Thee, ne'er forjake us ;
Since Thou couldjl even die for thofe
Who were Thy foes.
Thy Children deign to make us.
And keep us ever cloje to Thee,
Give courage to confejs Thee,
However dark the time may be.
Till jafe and free
In Heaven at lajl we blejs Thee.
^Ije Breati t^at cometlj tioton from l^eatien.
They need not depart ; give ye them to eat.
HE Jun is Jinking in the wejl ;
And while its rays decline.
Gleams of the full-orbed Pajchal moon
On the calm waters Jhine.
The Galilean waters hujhed
In eventide are Jlill ;
%ltt Breali from l^eaten^ 199
Yet crowds of weary wanderers wait
Upon its lonely hill.
Pilgrims they are, for Sion bound,
Whoje Pajchal Feajl is near ;
But the true PaJJbver Himjelf
Receives and feeds them here.
They Jit upon the grajjy turf
Marjhalled in groups and rows ;
Christ holds the food, which in His Hand,
And by His Blejjing grows.
He gives the food ; Apojlles take,
Dijlribute it, and then —
Two fijhes and five barley loaves
Regale five thoufand men.
O Blejed Lord, the earth is Thine,
By Thy creative Hand
The golden harvejls crown the year
And deck the fertile land.
O BleJJed Lord, Thou Bread of Life,
That cometh down from Heaven,
Supplies of everlajling Good
By Thee to man are given.
Thy Godhead is the Well-jpring, Lord,
The pure exhaujllejs Source,
200 ^t)e Commumon.
From which they flow through age to age,
In never-ending courje.
In channels formed by Thee, they flow
In rivulets of Grace,
Refreshing all who wander here
In this world's dejert place.
Oh, feed us, weary pilgrims. Lord,
And to Thy Sion bring,
To keep a Heavenly Feajl with Thee,
Our Prophet, Priejl, and King.
PART V.
THE THANKSGIVING.
'Clje Canticle of ^* 'Eetrefa after l^ol?
Communion.
1^
Vivo Jt'j
'tn vivir en mt.
HIS Union of Divinejl Love,
By which I live a Life above,
Setting my heart at liberty.
My God to me enchains ;
But then to fee His Majejly
In fuch a baje captivity,
It ^o my Spirit pains.
That evermore I weep and Jigh,
Dying, becauje I do not die.
Ah, what a length does life appear ;
How hard to bear this exile here ;
How hard from weary day to day
To pine without relief:
202 ^ije C^anfergiijinff*
The yearning hope to break away
From this my prijbn-houfe of clay,
Injpires j'o Jharp a grief,
That overcome I weep and Jigh,
Dying, becauje I do not die.
Oh, what a bitter life is this.
Deprived of God, its only Blifs ;
And what though Love delicious be.
Not jb is Hope deferred :
Ah, then, Dear Lord, in Charity,
This iron weight of mijery
From my poor Soul ungird ;
For evermore I weep and Jigh,
Dying, becauje I do not die.
This only gives me life and Jlrength,
To know that die I mujl at length ;
For Hope injures me Blijs Divine,
Through death, and death alone.
O Death, for thee, for thee I pine,
Sweet Death, of Life the origin,
Ah, wing thee hither jbon ;
For evermore I weep and jigh,
Dying, becauje I do not die.
And thou, fond Life, oh, vex me not,
By jlill prolonging here my lot,
But know that Love is urging me ;
Know that the only way
%ltt Canticle of ^. ^eceCa. 203
To gain thee, is — by lojlng thee.
Come then, O Death, come fpeedily,
And end thy long delay ;
For evermore I weep and jigh.
Dying, becauje I do not die.
The Life above, the Life on high,
Alone is Life in verity ;
Nor can we Life at all enjoy,
Till this poor life is o'er ;
Then, O jweet Death, no longer fly
From me, who, ere my time to die.
Am dying evermore ;
For evermore I weep and jigh.
Dying, becauje I do not die.
To Him Who deigns in me to live,
What better Gift have I to give,
O my poor earthly life, than thee ?
Too glad of thy decay.
So but I may the fooner jee
That Face of jweetejl Majejly,
For which I pine away ;
While evermore I weep and Jigh,
Dying, becaufe I do not die.
Abfent from Thee, my Saviour Dear,
I call not Life this living here ;
But a long dying agony.
The Jharpejl I have known ;
204 die ^fianfergiijing;.
And I myjelf, myjelf to fee
In Juch a rack of mijery,
For very pity moan ;
And ever, ever weep and Jigh,
Dying, becauje I do not die.
The fijh that from the brook is ta'en,
Soon finds an end of all its pain ;
And agonies the worjl to bear
Are jbonejl fpent and o'er ;
But what acutejl death can e'er
With this my painful life compare
In torture evermore ?
While evermore I weep and Jigh,
Dying, becauje I do not die.
When on the Altar I ejpy.
My God, Thy hidden Majejly,
And peace is jbothing my jad heart,
Then comes redoubled pain.
To think, that here from Thee apart,
I cannot fee Thee as Thou art ;
But gaze and gaze in vain ;
While evermore I weep and Jigh,
Dying, becaufe I do not die.
When with the hope I comfort me.
At leajl in Heaven of feeing Thee,
The thought that I may lofe Thee yet,
With anguijh thrills me through ;
^t)e Canticle of »>♦ ^erefa* 205
And by a thoufand fears bejet,
My very hope injpires regret,
And multiplies my woe ;
While evermore I weep and jigh,
Dying, becauje I do not die.
Ah, Lord, my Light and living Breath,
Take me, oh, take me from this death,
And burjl the bars that fever me
From my true Life above ;
Think how I die Thy Face to fee,
And cannot live away from Thee,
O my eternal Love :
And ever, ever weep and Jigh,
Dying, becaufe I do not die.
I weary of this endlefs Jlrife ;
I weary of this dying life ;
This living death, this heavy chain,
This torment of delay,
In which her fms my Soul detain ;
Ah, when Jhall it be mine ? Ah, when.
With my lajl breath to fay —
No more I weep, no more I figh ;
I'm dying of defire to die ?
2o6 ^Iie ^fjanfetffiiiinff.
fe)acramental Winim toitl^ Cljritt*
/ zvi/I love him, and will manifeji My f elf to him,
[IH AT happinejs can equal mine ?
I've found the ObjeS of my love;
My Saviour and my Lord Divine
Is come to me from Heaven above :
He makes my heart His own Abode ;
His Flesh becomes my daily Bread ;
He pours on me His Healing Blood ;
And with His Life my Soul is fed.
My Love is mine, and I am His ;
In me He dwells, in Him I live :
Where could I tajle a purer Blijs ?
What greater Boon could Jesus give?
O Royal Banquet, Heavenly Feajl,
O flowing Fount of Life and Grace,
Where God the Giver, man the guejl,
Meet and unite in jweet embrace.
Dear Jesus, now my heart is Thine,
Oh, may it never from Thee fly ;
My God, be Thou for ever mine,
And I, Thine own eternally.
No more, O Satan, thee I fear,
O World, thy charms I now dejpije ;
For Christ Himjelf is with me here,
My Joy, my Life, my Paradije.
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^1)0 Croton of (Eictorp.
Steil und dornig ift der Pfad.
TEEP and thorny is the way.
Straight to Heaven our home af-
cending ;
Happy he who every day
Walks therein, for Christ contending ;
Happy when, his journey o'er,
Conqueror he to Christ Jhall foar.
Great jhall be his recompenje,
True to death on God who waited ;
Who renounced the joys of Jenje,
To his Saviour conjecrated ;
Who has gazed with Jleadfajl eye
On the Crown of ViSory.
On the Crojs our Dying Lord
Bled for man who had offended,
Purchajed us the great Reward,
Then from earth to Heaven afcended :
ViSory e'en in death. He Jaid —
Father, it is finijhed.
May we jbon approach Thee near,
We who long on earth have Jlriven,
Storms and night jurround us here.
Bright and peaceful 'tis in Heaven :
2o8 c^e ^fianfefffitifnff.
Death may Jlrike, and graves may yawn,
Yonder beams Life's endlejs dawn.
On then, comrades, wend your way,
Let not life's drear wajle alarm you ;
Look to Jesus, watch and pray
'Gainjl the fight that God would arm you.
God, Who Jlrong the weak canjl make,
ViSory give for Jesu's Jake.
3|n l&ac Cruce %z mtienit, quicunqut
inieniu
Circumire pojfum coelum et t err amy mare et aridum, et
nujquam Te inveniamy ntfi in Criice,
AIL ! Tree of Life, planted anew,
Amidjl the briar-wajle of dearth.
Once more thy branches dropping dew
Awake the echoes deep of mirth,
Lojl Jince the airs of Eden blew
Their jweet lajl gift o'er Jin-Jlained earth.
Hail ! Tree of Life, on Calvary's height
Extending wide, rejlored again ;
Hail ! happy boughs of fweet delight.
Where fure repoje and quiet reign ;
A Jhelter they from demon Jpite,
From jbrrowing care, and fruitless pain.
^f)e liatt Communion in Cf)iirclj* 209
Hail ! Tree of Life, beneath thy Jhade
Fain would I rejl, and lijl thy call ;
No burning heat Jhall Jlrike my head,
No mildew there, nor blight Jhall fall ;
For, Jhould the bitter cup invade,
Sweet Peace is there to temper all.
Hail ! faving Crofs, beneath thy foot,
Here would I rejl, and look above ;
My needed Jlrength would here recruit,
Thy promijed Mercies here would prove,
Gather each day increafe of fruit,
New fuel for increaje of Love.
%lt ?Latt Communion in Cljurclb*
Lord, tiozo letteft Thou Thy fervant depart in peace,
j]E hath been near unto the golden Gate :
Serene he waited for his Majier's
Calling :
It came — A little longer thou mujl wait,
The Jands of life have not yet ceajed their falling.
Once more he pajjeth in the well-known way ;
Though Jight be dim, and footjleps fail and
falter.
Led by the hand, once more this Holy Day
He draweth nigh unto his Lord's dear Altar,
p
210 ^1)0 ^Ijanfefgitimg:^
He kneeleth low ; he heareth words of Blifs ;
With hand up-]pread and eyelid clofed he
kneeleth.
Oh, what an hour of peace and joy is this :
Oh, in what Love his Lord Himjelf revealeth.
We fee the trembling form : but far from Jight
The Spirit pajjeth to more glorious regions,^
Behind the veil, upborne on wings of light,
Blending its worjhip with Angelic legions. •
Entranced he gazeth on the wounded Side,
The precious Stream for him in Mercy flowing,
The low-bowed Head, the Arms outjlretching wide.
The awful Crojs with myjlic radiance glowing.
Servant of God, thou hajl not long to Jlay ;
Soon the weak bonds that hold thee here Jhall
fever ;
Then Jhalt thou gaze upon the perfeS day,
And be with Him thou lov'st for ever and for ever.
^1)0 a2lOUntl0ll »)ID0.
Dignare me, O Jesu, rogo Te,
ESU, grant me this, I pray.
Ever in Thy Heart to jlay ;
Let me evermore abide
Hidden in Thy wounded Side.
fe)£lMieliication ta (Boo* 21 1
If the evil one prepare,
Or the world, a tempting fnare,
I am jafe when I abide
In Thy Heart and wounded Side.
If the flejh, more dangerous Jlill,
Tempt my Soul to deeds of ill,
Nought I fear when I abide
In Thy Heart and wounded Side.
Death will come one day to me ;
Jesu, cajl me not from Thee :
Dying, let me Jlill abide
In Thy Heart and wounded Side.
fetlf^lieliicatiDn to (BoD : a I^pmn of ^nplusf,
of tje x^iu Century.
Nun nimm me in Herz und dies was ich bin.
OW take my heart, and all that is in me,
My Lord Beloved, take it from me to
Thee ;
I would have Thine :
This Soul and fleJh of mine
Would order thought and word and deed
As Thy mojl holy Will Jhall lead.
Thou feedejl me with Heavenly Bread and Wine,
Thou pourejl through me Jlreams of Life Divine;
212 C^e ^fianfefgiimff.
O noble Face,
So Sweet, ]b full of Grace,
I ponder, as Thy Crojs I Jee,
How bejl to give myjelf to Thee.
Behold, through all the eternal Ages, Jlill
My heart Jhall choofe and love Thy holy Will ;
Wouldjl Thou my death ?
I die to Thee in faith ;
Wouldjl Thou that I Jhould longer live ?
To Thee the choice I wholly give.
But Thou mujl alfo deign to be my own.
To dwell in me, to make my heart Thy Throne,
My God indeed.
My Help in time of need.
My Head, from Whom no power can fever,
The Bridegroom of my Soul for ever.
^otDtrful to ^atie*
The Lord grant unto him, that he may find Mercy
of the Lord in that Day.
jlN whoje Soul have Mercy, Jesu, power-
ful to fave —
This injcribe above my clay, when Jleep-
ing in the grave :
The Crofs o'erjhadowing the jpot ; a tablet at the
feet.
Recording my baptijmal name dear lips have ren-
dered fweet.
'2i:f)e ilieto aua* 213
For Mercy is my only hope, for Mercy is my cry,
I have no other plea to gain a blejl Eternity ;
I have no trujl but in the Crofs to fave in my death-
hour,
No help but in my Saviour's Blood, to quench
the tempter's power.
The Jblemn hour of clojing life to all is drawing
near.
When nothing but the Comforter can Juccour
or can cheer ;
O Glorious Triune, Light of Life, to Thee be
Glory given.
For Jesu Prefent when on earth, for Jesu when
in Heaven.
^f)e ilJetD SLth
Cor Area Legem continens.
RK of the Covenant, not that
Whence bondage came of old.
But that of Pardon and of Grace
And Mercies manifold.
Thou Veil of awful Myjlery,
Thou SanSuary fublime.
Thou Jacred Temple, holier far
Than that of olden time,
Blejl Heart of Christ, in Thy dear Wound
The hidden depth we fee
214 Cfie Cljanfefffitiing:-
Of what were elje unguejjed by us,
His boundlejs Charity.
Beneath this emblem of pure Love
'Twas Love Himjelf that died,
And offered up for us to God
A ViSim crucified.
Oh, who of His redeemed will Him
Their mutual Love refuje ?
Who would not rather in that Heart
Their Home eternal choofe ?
To God the Father, God the Son,
And Holy Ghost, to Thee
Be Honour, Glory, Virtue, Power,
Through all Eternity,
Wtit CrofjS of C!)rift*
O Crt/x, quifola languentes.
CROSS, that only know'Jl the Woes
He Juffered erjl Who hung on Thee,
Speak to our hearts of thoje deep Throes,
Thoje broken Words, that Agony.
Sharp were the nails which ruthlejs bound
His fainting Form in thine embrace ;
The thorns about His Temples wound.
Forbade Him e'en that rejling-place.
gi^ementD Cljcittf. 215
Oh, fearful Woe — the Lord of Life
Upon thy breajl contends with death ;
And, ViSor in the mortal Jlrife,
Yet yielded up His lajl faint Breath.
O holy Crojs, by thee we live ;
And at thy foot our life we lay :
Tribunal, whence our Lord Jhall give
His Judgment, in that bitter Day.
Give us, O Lord, to die with Thee,
With Thee, fell Death to rije above,
Dejpijing earthly vanity.
To fix our hearts on Joys above.
The Father praije we ; and the Son
Who triumphed for us on the Tree,
And hath for us that Glory won ;
Like praije unto the Spirit be.
apemento Cljtittu
Halt im Gedachtnifs Jesum Christ.
EAR Jesus Christ the Lord in mind.
Who left His Heavenly Throne,
And, out of Love to humankind.
Put human nature on —
Our Brother, born of Flejh and Blood,
To make His fure Salvation good ;
Then thank Him for His Love.
2i6 Cfie^Sanfefffitimo:.
Bear Jesus Christ the Lord in mind,
On Whom our hopes depend,
With that great Love He bore mankind
He loved them to the end ;
And gave at length His Flesh and Blood
To be their Souls' jujlaining Food ;
Then thank Him for His Love.
Bear Jesus Christ the Lord in mind,
Who fore by grief was tried ;
Out of pure Love to humankind
Upon the Crofs He died :
He vanquijhed Jin and every foe,
And javed us from eternal woe ;
Then thank Him for His Love.
Bear Jesus Christ the Lord in mind.
Who, freed from death and pain.
In His great Love to humankind,
The third day roje again ;
The Righteoufnefs of Christ the Lord
Has Life and Peace to man rejlored ;
Then thank Him for His Love.
Bear Jesus Christ the Lord in mind,
Who, having drained His Cup,
In His great Love to humankind
To Heaven ajcended up ;
There to prepare for us a Place,
Where we Jhall always fee His Face,
And thank Him for His Love.
^f)e»)f)tp fn t!)e milift oft!)efe)ea. 217
Bear Jesus Christ the Lord in mind,
Once more from Heaven above
He'll come, as Judge of humankind,
The quick and dead to prove :
Take heed that thou mayjl Jland the tejl,
And enter then His holy Rejt,
To thank Him for His Love.
Lord, let me ever bear in mind.
And with true faith embrace
Thy Love to me and all mankind,
And may Thy cheering Grace
In hours of Jbrrow comfort give.
And caufe me after death to live,
And thank Thee for Thy Love.
^t)e S)I)ip in tje miDtt of tje »)ta*
And Jesus went unto them, walking on the/ea,
HE waters were Thy Path ;
Thy Way was on the jea :
Whp in that night could trace Thy
Steps ?
Who folve the Myjlery ?
Some at Capernaum ajked —
When and how cam'Jl Thou here ?
In vain they tried to find the track
By which Thou didjl appear.
2i8 ^5e ^lianfeCffibinff^
But Thy Dijciples, Lord,
Did gladly Thee receive ;
And when the Jhip was at the Jhore ;
They pry not, but believe.
Lord, in Thy Sacraments
Thou walkejl on the ]ea ;
Let us not ajk — how dojl Thou come ?
But gladly welcome Thee.
Then will the winds be hujhed,
The waves no longer roar ;
When Christ is with us in the Ship,
The Ship is at the Jhore.
Give to the Father praife.
And praife be to the Son,
Praife be to the Holy Ghost,
Praife to the Three in One.
SL ^^mn of ^. 75ernarli.
Jesu, Dulcedo cordium,
ESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts.
Thou Fount of Life, Thou Light of
men.
From the bejl blifs that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again.
Communion Calm anlj 3Iop. 219
Thy Truth unchanged hath ever Jlood ;
Thou favejl thofe that on Thee call ;
To them that Jeek Thee, Thou art Good ;
To them that find Thee, All in All.
We tajle Thee, O Thou living Bread,
And long to feajl upon Thee Jlill ;
We drink of Thee, the fountain Head,
And thirjl our Souls from Thee to fill.
Our rejllejs Spirits yearn for Thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cajl ;
Glad, when Thy gracious Smile we fee,
Blejl, when our faith can hold Thee fajl.
O Jesus, ever with us Jlay ;
Make all our moments calm and bright ;
Chaje the dark night of Jin away ;
Shed o'er the world Thy holy Light.
Communion Calm anti 3 op*
Peace I leave with you y My Peace I give unto you,
H, what is this enchanting Calm,
Which thus with Joy my bofom fills.
Which o'er my Spirit pours a balm.
And through my inmojl being thrills ?
220 die C^anfeCffitiinQ;.
Is fome bright Seraph higher jent,
DifFujing jweetnefs from his wings,
To jleep my bojbm in content,
Unfeen, unfelt from earthly things?
No ; Jbmething purer far mujl dwell
Within this raptured Soul of mine :
*Tis what no mortal tongue can tell ;
*Tis more than Heavenly, 'tis Divine.
My God, my Jesus, it is Thou
Art ravijhing my heart with Blijs ;
Thy Prefence is within me now :
Could I have ajked a boon like this ?
Yes, Jlooping from Thy Throne above,
Thou wilt not dwell from man apart :
Thou, in Thy Sacrament of Love,
Hajl come to dwell within my heart.
^fie ILaft ^acramtntsf^
Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow
of Death y I will fear no evil ; for Thou art with me.
Thy Rod and Thy Staff comfort me.
HEN day's Jhadows lengthen,
Jesu, be Thou near ;
Pardon, comfort, Jlrengthen,
Chafe away my fear ;
^!je Halt feacramentjs. 221
Love and Hope be deepened,
Faith more jlrong and clear.
When the night grows darkejl,
And the Jlars are pale,
When the foe ajQfembles
In Death's mijly vale.
Be Thou Sword and Helmet,
Be Thou Shield and Mail.
He, who Jlands bejlde me.
Comes but to proclaim
Pardon for contrition,
Wipes out Jlains of Jhame,
Saying — I abjblve thee
In Christ's blejjed Name.
If Thou willejl, feed me,
Strengthen, ere I go;
In that unknown pathway
Lighten every woe ;
Jesu, as Thou knowejl.
Grant me fo to know.
That an hour of weakness —
That a time of fear —
Come, Thou Bread of Heaven,
Sacrament fo dear ;
All I loved may vanijh
If but Thou be near.
222 %^z %\imUsi^ins.
Come, Thou Food of Angels,
Source of every Gr^ce,
In Thy Father's Manjions
Give me jbon a place,
That unveiled in Splendour
I may Jee Thy Face.
Fading this world, fading,
Forms are growing dim.
Other voices whijper
Tones of fome fweet hymn,
Telling of His Mercy,
Speaking but of Him,
By the Jordan's ripples,
Pajjing through the Jhade ;
Let me hear that promije
Once for ever made —
It is I, Thy Jesus ;
Be not thou afraid.
Cold the waters rolling.
Chill the mijls around,
Black the night above me.
Strange th' untrodden ground.
Oft lojl in the defert,
Yet may I be found.
Then be near me, Jesus,
Enemies Jhall flee ;
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Ave ! Sacramentum,
Thou my Comfort be,
Food, and Priejt, and ViSim,
Let me feed on Thee.
So Jhall no fears chill me
On that unknown Jhore,
For in death He conquered
And can die no more ;
His Hand guards and guides me
To the City's door.
Blejjed warfare over,
Endlejs Rejl alone.
Tears no more, nor jbrrow.
Neither Jigh nor moan.
But a jbng of triumph
Round about the Throne.
Sin Slit of ^fianfefffitiinff after IBleception.
jilfide with us ; for it is towards evening.
ESUS, Gentlejl Saviour,
God of Might and Power,
Thou Thyjelf art dwelling
In us at this hour.
Nature cannot hold Thee,
Heaven is all too Jlrait
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For Thine endlejs Glory,
And Thy Royal State.
Out beyond the Jhining
Of the farthejl Jlar,
Thou art ever Jtretching
Infinitely far.
Yet the hearts of children
Hold what worlds can not,
And the God of Wonders
Loves the lowly fpot.
As men to their gardens
Go to jeek Jweet flowers,
In our hearts Dear Jesus
Seeks them at all hours.
Jesus, Gentlejl Saviour,
Thou art in us now ;
Fill us full of Goodnefs,
Till our hearts o'erflow.
Pray the prayer within us
That to Heaven Jhall rife ;
Sing the jbng that Angels
Sing above the Jkies.
Multiply our Graces,
Chiefly love and fear.
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And, Dear Lord, the chiefejl,
Grace to perjevere.
Oh, how can we thank Thee
For a Gift like this.
Gift that truly maketh
Heaven's eternal Blijs ?
Ah, when wilt Thou always
Make our hearts Thy home ?
We mujl wait for Heaven,
Then the day will come.
Now at leaji we'll keep Thee
All the time we may ;
But Thy Grace and BlejQing
We will keep alway.
^fianfefffiifng: after <Ztimrmnion.
Every day will I give thanks unto Thee^ and praife Thy
Name for ever and ever,
GOD of Mercy, God of Might,
How Jhould pale Jinners bear the Jight,
If, as Thy Power is furely here,
Thine open Glory Jhould appear ?
For now Thy People are allowed
To fcale the mount and pierce the cloud,
And Faith may feed her eager view
With wonders Sinai never knew.
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Frejh from th' atoning Sacrifice
The world's Creator bleeding lies,
That man, His foe, by whom He bled,
May take Him for his daily Bread.
Oh, agony of wavering thought.
When Jinners firjl fo near are brought :
It is my Maker — dare I Jlay ?
My Saviour — dare I turn away ?
Thus, while the Jlorm is high within
'Twixt Love of Christ and fear of Jin,
Who can exprefs the jbothing charm.
To feel Thy kind upholding Arm,
My mother Church ? and hear thee tell
Of a world lojl, yet loved Jo well.
That He, by Whom the Angels live.
His Only Son for her would give ?
And doubt we yet ? Thou call'Jl again ;
A lower Jlill, a Jweeter Jlrain ;
A voice from Mercy's inmojl Jhrine,
The very breath of Love Divine.
Whifpering it fays to each apart —
Come unto Me, thou trembling heart ;
And we mujl hope, Jo Jweet the tone,
The precious Words are all our own.
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Hear them, Kind Saviour, hear Thy Spoufe
Low at Thy Feet renew her vows ;
Thine own dear Promife Jhe would plead
For us her true though fallen feed.
She pleads by all her mercies, told
Thy chofen WitnejQfes of old.
Love's heralds jent to man forgiven,
One from the Crofs, and One from Heaven.
This, of true Penitents the chief,
To the lojl Spirit brings relief.
Lifting on high th' adored Name —
Sinners to Jave, Christ Jesus came.
That, dearejl of Thy bofom Friends,
Into the wavering heart dejcends —
What ? falPn again ? yet cheerful rije,
Thine Interce]]br never dies.
The eye of Faith that waxes bright
Each moment by Thine Altar's light
Sees them e'en now ; they Jlill abide
In Myjlery kneeling at our Jide ;
And with them every Spirit blejl.
From realms of triumph or of rejl.
From Him Who faw creation's morn,
Of all Thine Angels eldejl born,
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To the poor babe, who died to-day,
Take part in our thankjgiving lay.
Watching the tearful joy and calm,
While Jinners tajle Thine Heavenly balm.
Sweet, awful hour ; the only found
One gentle footjlep gliding round,
Offering by turns on Jesus' part
The Crofs to every hand and heart.
Refrejh us. Lord, to hold it fajl ;
And when Thy Veil is drawn at lajl,
Let us depart where Jhadows ceaje,
With words of BleJJing and of Peace.
SL (Bitimg of ^5anfe0, of t^t jcti* Century
Saturatus Ferculis et Cibis.
ED with Dainties from above.
With holiejl viands fated,
Nourijhed by this Feajl of Love,
With Heavenly Joys elated.
With what fitting gratitude
Can this cold heart be glowing
To Thee, Who art here my Food,
On me Thyjelf bejlowing ?
Now and every hour of time
Let all Creation blejs Thee ;
For this Fejlival jublime
Shall my whole heart confejs Thee,
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Who dojl thus my Spirit cheer,
My earthly portion jweeten,
Life revive and darknejs clear,
By Thy Dear Body eaten.
This through all my quickening veins
Its jacred Vigour poureth ;
And unto my heart and reins
Immortal youth rejloreth.
Oh, on what fweet Bread to-day
Hath my rapt Soul been feeding ;
How with thanks can I repay
Such Love, all thanks exceeding?
Now to embrace Thy jacred Feet
I turn with deep affeSion ;
And with Jlreaming tears to greet
The Spouje of mine eleSion.
Firm in faith Thy Wounds adored,
I reckon with devotion ;
And Thy precious Death, O Lord,
Partake with deep emotion.
Feet and Knees, Thy Hands, Thy Face,
Heart, Eyes, Side, Bojbm, viewing ;
There for Pardon and for Grace
Bowed down and projlrate Juing.
May they to my heart and eyes
For evermore be prejent ;
From my breajl refponjive fighs
To Thee draw forth incejQfant.
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For theje and Thine other Gifts
Whereof I am partaker,
Tokens of Thy Grace, I lift
My Soul to Thee, my Maker.
When in my lajl earthly day.
From hence my Spirit flitteth ;
And this failing frame of clay
For aye departing quitteth ;
With that Sacred Flesh of Thine,
And Blood, my Soul deliver ;
Wherein Thou, O Boon Divine,
Of Thine own Self art Giver.
May It jafe from Satan's hate.
My Jhield and rampart hide me ;
And to the Heavenly City's gate
In Peace and Safety guide me.
%\)t (Etiemno: after Communiom
fp^e are members of His Body, of His Flesh, and
of His Bones,
WSSSf\ OME, let me for a moment cajl
[ I^M I ^^ earthly thoughts away,
fcj^^B And muje upon the jacred Gift
Which I received to-day.
This morning that Eternal Lord
Who is my Judge to be.
Came to this lowly tenement.
And Jlayed awhile with me.
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With His Celejlial Flesh and Blood,
My fainting Soul He fed ;
With tender words of Grace and Love
My heart He comforted.
He, Who of all that live and breathe
Is all the Life and Breath,
This morning deigned to vijit me
In this my houje of death.
He, Whoje Immenjity tranfcends
Creation's utmojl goal,
This morning deigned to be confined
Within my finite Soul.
He, Who in endlefs wealth abounds.
The world's Pojejor blejl.
This morning deigned, oh, wondrous thought,
To be by me pojjejjed.
He, Who in Awful Godhead fits
Upon His Throne on high.
This morning entered my abode,
In His Humanity.
He, Who for me a Trembling Babe,
On Mary's Heart reclined,
This morning in my heart and flejh
His Deity enjhrined.
O Soul of mine, refleS, refleS,
Conjider, one by one,
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What Marvels of furpajjing Grace
Thy God in thee has done.
His tender Love with love repay,
Extol His jacred Name,
To all the world His Greatnejs tell,
His Gracioujhejs proclaim.
ASTER, Lord and God, to Thee
Thanks and adoration,
That Thou giv'Jl Thyfelf to be
Our Participation,
Through Thy Myjleries, Holy, Pure,
Heavenly, that for aye endure ;
Souls and bodies Jlrengthening, free
With Thy bejl Salvation.
Loving, Bounteous, Gracious Lord,
Thankful we adore Thee ;
May Thy Gift, on this Thy Board
Duly jet before Thee,
Be to us Celejlial Food,
Holy Body, Precious Blood —
Through Thy Spirit and Thy Word-
Lowly we implore Thee.
So Jhall we, with Love unblamed,
Godlinejs abounding,
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Hope, that maketh not ajhamed,
Faith, the Foe confounding,
Walk in Thy Commandments' way,
Till, on Thy tremendous Day,
Blejfed we of Thee be named,
All Thy Saints furrounding,
(Eucljanaic ^^anfefffttimg:*
O give Thanks unto the Lord, for He is Gracious ^
hecaufe His Mercy endureth for ever.
E give Thee thanks, Dear Father,
For all Thy Glory Jhown,
In making this great Sacrifice
For all our Jins atone ;
For giving our poor human Jight
A Saviour to adore —
Pardon and Comfort, Peace in death,
And Life for evermore.
We thank Thee, Holy Father,
For all that gentle Love,
Which leads theje earthly, anxious hearts
To peaceful homes above.
Which Jhows the pajjing vanity
Of worldly cares and joys.
And man's Jlrong will and pajjions' might
In tendernejs dejlroys.
We give Thee thanks. Sweet Saviour,
Our grateful hearts to Thee,
234 CI)e ^SanfeCgitiing.
Who pitieth all our jbrrows,
And all our mijery ;
We thank Thee for Thy Precious Blood,
Which takes away our Jin,
Pardons our lives, our words, our deeds.
Our inmojl thoughts within.
O Lamb of God, we thank Thee
For Jlilling all our fears,
Calming unrejlful human hearts,
And drying all our tears ;
Drawing to better, purer hopes
Above — and Rejl in Heaven ;
Whijp'ring of never-dying Love,
And every Jin forgiven.
We give Thee thanks. Good Spirit,
For Thy Life-giving Power,
Shining with myjlic Jplendour's Light
In Eucharijlic hour ;
Oh, teach us how to worjhip God
As Angels do on high.
And join our loved Communion with
Their Altars in the Sky.
We thank Thee, Holy Spirit,
Rije Thou within our hearts,
Illuminate the Myjlery
This Sacrament imparts ;
Oh, JanSify the Offerings
We bring our God to-day ;
Reveal Thy glorious Prejence,
And teach us how to pray.
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O Triune God, we thank Thee,
Thy glorious Name we blejs,
And ajk Thy Grace to lead us on
In paths of Holinefs ;
Help us each day to work for Thee ;
Let not Thy Blejjing ceaje ;
But ever whijper in our hearts
The parting Words of Peace.
We give Thee thanks, O Trinity,
Eternal Three in One,
For all the wondrous Love and Grace
This Sacrament has won ;
We give Thee thanks, O Trinity,
Myjlerious One in Three,
For this bright Light to guide us here
On to Eternity.
The Chrt/itan* s Requeft to his Friend.
pHEN thy heart's emotion
Yields to deep devotion.
Oh, Friend, remember me :
When in Jweet Communion
Lojl, and Jacred Union,
Oh, then remember me :
When, from earth retiring,
To thy Lord ajpiring.
All His Grace dejiring.
Lone thou bow'Jl the knee ;
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Then, when friends the dearejl
Are in Jesus nearejl,
Then, Friend, remember me.
The Chrijiian^s Requeft to his Saviour.
When, my heart beguiling.
All around is Jmiling ;
Oh, Lord, remember me :
When aliiidions prejs me,
Sins and fears dijlrejs me,
Oh, Jlill remember me :
On the couch when lying,
Languijhing and dying ;
When the lajl, lajl Jighing
Yields my Soul to Thee ;
Then, when friends are failing.
Nought on earth availing.
Oh, then remember me.
The Saviour's Requeji to the Chrtjiian,
When, carejfed, carejQing,
Thine each earthly BlejQing ;
Wilt thou remember Me ?
Then, when junjhine fails thee.
Then, when Jlorm ajjails thee,
Will I remember thee :
When My Word is jpoken.
When the Bread is broken.
Of My Death the Token,
Midjl my two or three ; I^
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Then thy Friend, once bleeding.
Now in Glory pleading,
Then mojl remember Me.
When My Brethren languijh,
PreJOfed with want or anguijh,
In them remember Me :
When thou hear'Jl what millions
Death's dark Jhade pavilions.
In them remember Me :
Think what once I JufFered,
How My Life I offered.
How My Love discovered
Love to all, to thee :
Thus, with love's emotion.
Thus, with life's devotion.
Oh, thus remember Me.
Wait awhile ; be fervent ;
As My Friend and Servant
Awhile remember Me :
Soon Jhall faith to vifion
Yield in fweet tranjition.
If thou remember Me :
Soon, with thoje before thee
Gathered into Glory,
Thou too Jhalt adore Me,
Soon my Face Jhalt fee ;
All thy faint remembrance
Lojl in bright refemblance.
Oh, then remember Me.
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Si poft^Commumon ^rajer, of t^e
X'o* Centurp.
O Jesu, DulciJJlme,
JESU, bejl Beloved,
Thou Bread by which we live,
Who now hajl deigned mojl really
Thy very Self to give,
From every guilt abjblve me,
And grant my grief to be
Sincere and penitential,
And welcome unto Thee.
O Jesu, living ViSim,
By gifts of Grace and Love
Renew my Soul, and make me
Acceptable above :
By broken Bread and Wine-Cup
Eternal Life impart,
And nourijh by Thy Prejence
Thy Love within my heart.
Make me, Sweet Conjbler,
All vanity to flee ;
My Buckler, my Defender,
Give me the Vi^^ory ;
Teach me Thy Ways, Rejlorer,
And grant, when Life be pajl,
In Beatific Vijion
To fee Thy Face at lajl.
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Cfie Remembrance.
Wie konnt ich Sein vergeffen.
Hj how could I forget Him
Who ne'er forgetteth me ?
Or tell the Love that let Him
Come down to fet me free ?
I lay in darkejl fadnejs,
Till He made all things new,
And Jlill frejh Love and Gladnejs
Flow from that Heart ]b true.
How could I ever leave Him,
Who is Jo kind a Friend ?
How could I ever grieve Him,
Who thus to me doth bend ?
Have I not Jeen Him dying
For us on yonder Tree ?
Do I not hear Him crying —
Arije and follow Me ?
For ever will I love Him,
Who faw my hopelejs plight,
Who felt my jbrrows move Him,
And brought me Life and Light ;
Whofe Arm Jhall be around me
When my lajl hour is come.
And Jiiffer none to wound me
Though dark the pajjage home.
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He gives me Pledges holy,
His Body and His Blood ;
He lifts the jcorned, the lowly,
He makes my courage good :
For He will reign within me.
And Jhed His Graces there ;
The Heaven He died to win me
Can I then fail to Jhare ?
In joy and jbrrow ever
Shine through me, blejjed Heart,
Who, bleeding for us, never
Didjl Jhrink from forejl Jmart :
Whate'er I've loved, or Jlriven,
Or borne, I bring to Thee ;
Now let Thy Heart and Heaven
Stand open. Lord, to me.
SIA ot%\imUsMns ; tvom t^e (Perman.
Ho/y, Ho/y, Ho/y, Lord God of Hofts,
jjOLY, Holy, Thee we Jing,
Jesu, with the Angel-throng,
Unto Thee Thy Children bring,
Jesus, gifts of heart and jbng.
Christ, the Everlajling God,
Christ, of Heaven the End, the Road,
Be Thou ever praijed and blejl,
Saviour, Lord for aye confejl ;
Hail ! to Thee all knees are bent ;
Hail ! mojl wondrous Sacrament.
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(Eiicljariftfc aiioratfon.
O worjhip the Lord in the beauty of Holinefs,
ORD, when at Thy holy Table
We adore Thy Prefence, raije
Every heart, for Thou art able,
On the wings of prayer and praije :
Strengthen, with the Heavenly Food
Of Thy Body and Thy Blood,
All who, feeble though they be.
Come in faith to feed on Thee.
Where the Bread of Life is broken.
Glorious is the holy place ;
Where the Word of Life is jpoken.
Sweet Thy reconciled Face :
Love and life, and faith, and prayer,
Find their deep renewal there.
All we are, or hope to be,
There we get, and give to Thee.
Myjlery of awful Wonder,
Thou the Mighty God art there.
Clothed, not in Thy Robes of thunder,
But in Love, fo rich and rare.
That the nearer we approach.
And the more by faith we touch,
We the purer BleJJings prove,
Higher Joy, and deeper Love.
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Awful Prefence, ever filling,
As Thou dojl, Immenjity,
Yet in all Thy Greatnejs willing
Man's incarnate Life to be :
Oh, the fulnefs of the Blifs
We may know through Love like this ;
Oh, the rich and precious Jlore,
Joy vouchsafed us evermore.
^^mn to titt^vttmd Bloolr,
Fwa, viva, Jesu.
jlLORY be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains,
Poured for me the Life-blood
From His Jacred Veins.
Grace and Life eternal
In that Blood I find,
Blejl be His CompaJJion,
Infinitely kind.
Blejl through endlefs ages
Be the precious Stream,
Which from endlejs torments
Doth the world redeem.
There the fainting Spirit
Drinks of Life her fill ;
There, as in a fountain.
Saves herjelf at will.
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Oh, the Blood of Christ,
It foothes the Father's Ire,
Opes the gate of Heaven,
Quells eternal fire,
Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the Jkies ;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
Oft as It IS jprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confujion
Terror-Jlruck departs ;
Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praije on high.
Angel Hojls rejoicing
Make their glad reply.
Lift ye, then, your voices ;
Swell the mighty flood ;
Louder Jlill and louder,
Praije the Precious Blood.
Eett antr peace in ^rutl^*
Per Pacem ad Luc em.
DO not ajk, O Lord, that life may be
A pleajant road ;
I do not aJk that Thou wouldjl take
from me
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Aught of its load ;
I do not ajk that flowers Jhould always fpring
Beneath my feet ;
I know too well the poijbn and the jling
Of things too jweet :
For one thing only, Lord, Dear Lord, I plead,
Lead me aright —
Though Jlrength Jhould falter, and though heart
Jhould bleed —
Through Peace to Light.
I do not aJk, O Lord, that Thou Jhouldjl Jhed
Full Radiance here ;
Give but a ray of Peace, that I may tread
Without a fear ;
I do not aJk my Crofs to underjland,
My way to fee —
Better in darknefs jujl to feel Thy Hand
And follow Thee.
Joy is like rejllefs day ; but Peace Divine,
Like quiet night :
Lead me, O Lord — till perfeS Day Jhall jhine.
Through Peace to Light.
Si Sacramental Eetrofpect*
Worthy is the Lamb T^hat was Jlatn,
H, moments of feeling, how facred, how
fweet,
When, with Jesus amidjl them, His
" two or three" meet ;
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His Love's farewell Tokens to each one are given :
O Holy Communion, O foretajle of Heaven.
Hark, hark to thofe accents — In Mem'ry of Me,
Eat, drink ; 'tis My Body, My Blood ; 'tis for
thee —
Each heart, like that Body, is broken for Jin ;
Like that Blood, in devotion 'tis poured out
within.
All that's earthly has vanijhed, Jin, Jbrrow, and
fear;
'Tis Jesus abforbs us. He only is here :
What Peace, pajl exprejjion. His Peace, fills the
mind ;
While to love each emotion. His Love, is rejigned.
O'er eachbofom His SpiRirdefcends, like a Dove;
All pride, all unkindnefs, is melted in Love :
So Jweetly affianced, as Jinners undone.
To Thee, Dying Saviour, Thy Love makes us
one.
Yet we mourn that, too often, in breaking Thy
Bread,
Thou art known, as Thou once wert, and Juddenly
fled:
Our hearts, in Thy Prefence, oh, did they not burn?
But too brief was that fervour, too Jlow to return.
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Yet, lovely Memorials, what jlill ye record,
In thoje hearts is engraven the Death of our Lord :
Till, with all His redeemed ones, we Jwell the
glad Jlrain —
How worthy, all worthy, the Lamb that was Jlain.
%lit ^i^n of tlje &Dn of Slpam
1^ h en Jh all appear the Sign of the Son ^Man
in Heaven,
CROSS, O Crofs of Shame,
In every age the fame,
Thou Symbol of a jhameful thing,
Meet for a Jlave, and not a King ;
Symbol of Jhame and lofs,
Where is thy Grace, O Crofs,
That I Jhould bear thee thus with heart and hand,
Where earth's rude /corners Jland —
Myfelf a laughing-jlock for thee,
A by-word, ajid a mockery ?
Crofs, O Crofs of Pain,
Where is to me the gain.
That in this bleeding heart of mine,
1 nail each bitter nail of thine,
That Jlill with every breath
I live a life of death —
A life, that is a daily dying Jlill,
A death, that may not kill ;
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But hour by hour, and day by day,
Feeds on the life it will not Jlay ?
Crojs, O Crofs of Light,
With Heavenly beauty bright,
1 love and glory in thy Jhame,
For He, I love, has borne the fame.
The world may fcorn and threat
Her idle vengeance yet ;
But I will bear thee Jlill with heart and hand,
Though men with devils band ;
For He, I love, is with me Jlill,
And Jhame is Jweet, if His dear Will.
O Crofs, O Crofs of Joy,
Oh, Sweetnefs without cloy.
Still wound and pierce my bleeding heart.
For honey Jlreams from every dart.
O crimfon, crimfon Tree,
Still let me cling to thee ;
For thy dear arms repofmg day by day,
Still let me die alway ;
For He, I love, is by my fide,
And death is fweet, for He has died.
O Crofs, O Crofs of Woe,
When Heaven and earth Jhall glow.
When blazing in the eajlern Jl^y,
The Son of Man's dread Sign Jhall lie.
His Sign, no more of Jhame,
His Crofs, a Crofs of flame,
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To whom the gain, to whom the endlejs lofs,
At that dread Day, O Crofs,
To jcorner, or to jcorned, on high ?
The Fire Jhall try ... . the Fire Jhall try.
gieCuS pa(Cet5 bp.
Jesus of Naxareth pajfeth by,
HOUpaJeJl by— Thy awful Step I hear;
Thou pajjejl by — Thy five dread
Wounds I Jee ;
Thou paJJeJl by — Thy faving Crojs I
clafp
With penitential tears of agony.
Thou pajfejl by — I will not let Thee go
Until Thy Mercy Jlreams into my Soul ;
I am Jin-laden ; lift the burden off.
For Thou alone canjl heal and make me whole.
Renew my Spirit with unjwerving faith.
While pondering on the path Thy Saints have
trod ;
With hope and courage nerve this feeble frame
To follow Thee, Thou Ever-prejent God.
Thou paJJeJl by — I pray to be illumed
With Grace and Light ; ]b Jhall the darknejs
flee:
And theje dim eyes, O Thou AJcended Lord,
In rapture recognije and gaze on Thee.
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Te do Jhow the Lord's Death till He come.
Y Christ redeemed, in Christ rejlored,
We keep the Memory adored,
And Jhow the Death of our Dear Lord,
Until He come.
His Body broken in our Jlead,
Is here, in this Memorial Bread —
And ]b our feeble love is fed,
Until He come.
His fearful Drops of Agony,
His Life-blood Jhed for us we fee —
The Wine jhall tell the Myjlery,
Until He come.
And thus that dark betrayal-night,
With the lajl Advent we unite —
The Jhame, the Glory, by this Rite,
Until He come.
Until the Trump of God be heard,
Until the ancient graves be jlirred.
And with the great commanding Word,
The Lord jhall come.
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25c %\z ^fianfefgihinff*
O blejjed Hope, with this elate
Let not our hearts be dejblate,
But Jlrong in faith, in patience wait,
Until He come.
ja ^jmn on tlie l^eatjtntoarli Courfe ; of tl)e
Himmelan geht unfre Bahn.
E AVEN WARD Jlill our pathway tends,
Here on earth we are but Jlrangers,
Till our road in Canaan ends,
Through this wildernejs of dangers ;
Here we but as pilgrims rove,
For our Home is there above.
Heavenward Jlill my Soul ajcend.
Thou art one of Heaven's creations ;
Earth can ne'er give aim or end
Fit to fill thy ajpirations ;
And a Heaven-enlightened mind
Ever turns its Jburce to find.
Heavenward jlill, God calls to me,
In His Word jb clearly Jpeaking ;
Glimpfes in that Word I fee
Of the Home Pm ever jeeking ;
And while that my Jleps defends,
Still to Heaven my track ajcends.
^l\t ^eatientoarti Coucfe^ 251
Heavenward Jlill my thoughts arije,
When He to His Board invites me ;
Then my Spirit upward flies,
Foretajle then of Heaven delights me :
When on earth this Food has ceafed,
Comes the Lamb's Own Marriage-feajl.
Heavenward Jlill my Spirit wends,
That fair land by faith exploring ;
Heavenward Jlill my heart ajcends,
Sun, and moon, and Jlars out-Jbaring :
Their faint rays in vain would try
With the light of Heaven to vie.
Heavenward Jlill when life Jhall cloje,
Death to my true Home Jhall guide me ;
There, triumphant o'er my woes,
Lajling Blifs Jhall God provide me :
Christ Himjelf the way has led,
Joyful in His Steps I tread.
Still then Heavenward, Heavenward Jlill,
That Jhall be my watchword ever ;
Heaven's delights my heart Jhall fill.
And from vain illujions Jever :
Heavenward Jlill my thoughts Jhall run,
Till the gate of Heaven I've won.
draper for t|)e (Bitt of (Bratitune.
j^us Lieb verwundter, Jesu mein,
JESU, Pierced for love of me,
How can this poor heart grateful be ?
Would that my burning love might be
Even as is Thy Love to me.
Now on a wondrous wife dojl Thou
Thy very Self on me bejlow :
Love bids Thee Jloop to be jb low —
But who that depth of Love can know ?
Oh, come to me. Dear Lord, I pray,
And let Thy Love my Spirit jlay :
Behold, it longeth Jbre for Thee,
I would it might more worthy be.
To forejl Jlreams the Hart doth hie.
When he for thirjl is fain to die ;
And Jb my Soul doih pant for Thee,
Jesu, Jesu, come to me.
1 cannot love Thee as I would,
Yet pardon me, O Highejl Good ;
My life, and all I call mine own,
I lay before Thine Altar-Throne :
And if a thoujand lives were mine,
O Sweetejl Lord, they Jhould be Thine ;
And jcanty would the offering be,
So richly hajl Thou loved me.
^53
SLtt Of Reparation; a Sequence of t|)e
XW^ Ccnturp^
Flangey Sion, muta vocem,
jION, mourn, thy voice fubduing,
Turn to lamentation, viewing
All men's wild and fearful rage :
Loving greatly, greatly wailing,
Praije thy God, though Jin prevailing
Lively hate in thee engage.
Joy in God now well thou leavejl,
Nor that jacred Food receivejl
Which makes life to live indeed :
He with jlripes again is goaded.
And with deep reproaches loaded.
Who to Jave us came to bleed.
Oh, how vile was the commijjion,
How abhorred the repetition
Of the Crojs, that deed of Jhame :
His betray, deny Him, and flee apace ;
Captain, King, Prieji, Jbldier, and populace
For the death of God exclaim.
What the Love of God has lent us,
And for our Salvation jent us.
Into judgment here is turned :
Here the Holy is profaned ;
Here the Word of Truth difdained ;
With contempt the Good is Jpurned.
254 Cfie ^fianfefffitiinff.
He, the Lamb, Heaven's Adoration,
In the Altar's pure Oblation,
Can but low ejleem jecure :
Light to Heaven, here darkly hidden ;
Praijed above, here rudely bidden
ContradiSion to endure.
Who in Heaven with jubilation,
Here, in bitter indignation
Stand, the Mejfengers of light.
Howl, ye foes of God, and tremble,
Nor your dread of Him dijjemble.
Sinners, when He comes in Might.
Sheep and goats, of diverje Jpirits,
Find Him tempered to their merits ;
Due rewards to each He deals :
Christ, Himjelf our ViSim giving,
Is the Judge of all men living ;
And e'en now their jentence jeals.
Doth this jpeech your dread awaken.
Thundered forth by faith unjhaken ?
Hear a jpeech more Jlern and dread —
With Me ye Jhall enter never,
Nor My Banquet tajle for ever —
Thus the unchanging King hath jaid.
Still He looks *mid guejls reclining,
*Mid fo many vejlures Jhining,
If there be one naked found :
iactofiaepacatfon. 255
Oh, what weight of chains Jhall bind him,
What a mijl of darknefs blind him,
Given up to torments, bound.
Many Jhall in Hell awaken,
By the jleep of death o'ertaken.
Guilty of the Flesh of Christ*
Whither are ye blindly going ?
Now the Vine is Life bejlowing,
Why are ye to death enticed ?
Lord, to whom jhall we retiring
Go from Thee, his face dejiring,
There with better hopes enquiring —
Thou the Truth, the Life, the Way ?
Lo ! we Jland, in terror juing.
And our Jlubborn Souls jubduing,
Praije and jbrrow both renewing,
Projlrate hearts before Thee lay.
On us Thy Rebuke is turned.
When Thou with contempt art fpurned ;
And our hearts with anger burned
When Thy foes were thus profane.
Gentle Lamb, Propitiation
For the Jinful world's Salvation :
Mourned we Thine Humiliation ;
Thou their wickednejs rejlrained.
Stop the mouth that Thee blajphemeth,
Heal the mind that faljely deemeth,
256 C5^ CfianKffiti ing.
Stay the hand that vile ejleemeth,
Trujl not love that only jeemeth,
Make Thy Fear on all to jeize.
While we view this profanation,
What can check our lamentation ?
Lo ! ourjelves are Thy Oblation ;
Sighs and tears our ajpiration,
Grant us, which Thyjelf may pleaje.
^Ije CompletiDit of t^e Sacrifice of
tl)t Crof0^
// is finijhed.
IT is iinijhed — Jesus Jaid,
Bowing on the Crojs His Head.
It is iinijhed — He jays now
When the voice comes Jbft and low :
Lo ! the ViSim's Flesh and Blood —
Eat and drink with gratitude.
But if any would have part.
They mujl jbrrow with That Heart ;
Then, if Jesus thus be given.
They muJl render back to Heaven
Holy thanks of heart and will,
Elje it is unfinijhed Jlill.
Were it from my heart alone
Praije afcended to Thy Throne,
Cfie Sacrifice of tlje Ccofji. 257
Were there not within its Jhrine
More than earthly Bread and Wine,
Then, O then, it could not blejs
Save by owning thanklejjhejs.
But there entered this Jweet hour
To my heart heart-changing Power ;
Now that inner Aid I claim,
All within me, praife God's Name ;
Thou didjl teach Thine Own to pray.
Teach me now to praije and fay —
Wake, my glory ; wake, fweet Jlring ;
I myjelf will wake and Jing ;
Lo ! my heart forgets its care.
For my Love hath entered there,
And its only thought is this —
He is mine, and I am His.
What the Fathers longed to fee,
And the Prophets' company.
What the holy Kings long dead
Their true Crown had reckoned.
The mojl holy Bread of Heaven —
This to me is freely given.
What the people on the Jhore
Prayed might feed them evermore.
What the woman by the well
Ajked, that Jhe might thirjllefs dwell,
258 Cf)e ^fianfefffitimff.
This is rendered to our need —
Meat indeed and Drink indeed.
Who jhall meajure out Its price ?
Who for It make jacrifice ?
Gold or rubies gauge It never,
All from all for It may Jever,
And though nought to yield remain
Infinite would be their gain.
Therefore with all Hojls on high —
Alleluia ! — rapt I cry ;
Praije to Him, Who from the Highejl
Hath to lowly Souls come nighejl ;
Sing of Him till time is o'er,
Alleluia ! evermore.
3nhtx
/"•T^
9 Oj^ ^
OF THE SOURCES OF THE HTMNS^^'-^Sf^
Part I.
No. I.
RIGINAL Tranflatlon by A. M. M. Daniers
Thefaurus Hymnologicus. 1855-6. Date
uncertain.
2. Hymns. By F. W. Faber, D.D. Rich-
ardfon. New Ed. 1862. From the Italian.
Hymns from the Land of Luther. Kennedy. New
Ed. 1862. Tranflated from the German of E.
Liedich by H. L. L. xviij Century.
The Old Church Porch. Edited by Rev. W. J. E.
Bennett, M. A. Anonymous.
Lauda Syon : Ancient Latin Hymns of the Englifh
and other Churches ; Tranflated into correfponding
Metres, by J. D. Chambers, M.A. Recorder of
New Sarum. Matters. 1857. From a Munich
MS. Mone's Hymni Latini Medii -^vi. 1853.
Hymns of the Heart. By Matthew Bridges, Efq.
Richardfon. 2nd Ed. 1851.
7. Out and Home : Memorials of the late Rev. W. G.
Tupper, M. A. Edited by his Brother. Bofworth
and Harrifon. 2nd Ed. 1856.
* In the firft reference to a Work, the title is given it full
length : afterwards, it is abridged.
6.
26o 3l^tie;c*
8. Original Tranflation by W. A. The Divine Liturgy,
Edited by Rev. Orby Shipley, M.A. Matters,
and Thoufand. 1863. From the York Procef^
fional. DaniePs Thefaurus. Date uncertain.
9. Original Tranflation by Frances Elizabeth Cox. From
the German of Rambach. xviij Century.
10. Original Tranflation by A. M. M. The Divine Li-
turgy. From the Drontheim MifTal. Sequentiae ex
MifTalibus. Edited by J. M. Neale, M.A. J. W.
Parker. 1852.
11. Original Hymn by J. H. The Divine Liturgy.
12. Poems. By Dean Alford. Rivington. New Ed. 1859.
13. Chambers' Lauda Syon. From a Munich MS.
14. Original Poem by C. S.
15. After Cowper, by H. R. B.
16. Mafque of Mary, and other Poems: by E. Cafwall.
Burns and Lambert. 1858.
17. Original Tranflation by A. M. M, Daniel's Thefau-
rus. Date uncertain.
18. Original Hymn by W. E.
19. Lyra Germanica : Second Series ; The Chriflian Life.
Tranflated from the German by Catherine Wink-
worth. Longman. 4th Ed. 1861. A Hymn of
Angelus (J. Scheffler). xvij Century.
20. Original Hymn by 13.
21. May Carols. By Aubrey de Vere, Efq. Longman.
1857.
22. Hymns from the Land of Luther. From the German
of Count Zinzendorf. xviij Century.
23. Euchariftic Hymns: now firfl tranflated. Edited by
a Committee of Clergy. Palmer. 1862. From
a MS. at Mayence. By L.
24. A Chaplet of Verfes. By Adelaide A. Pro6ler. Long-
man. 1862.
25. The PafTion of Jesus. By M. Bridges, Efq. Rich-
ardfon. 1852.
26. Lyra Germanica. From the German of J. Heermann.
xvij Century.
27. Hymns of the Eaflern Church. By J. M. Neale,
D.D. Hayes. 2nd Ed. 1863.
28. The Omniprefence of God, and other Sacred Poems.
By Rev. T. Grinfield. 1824.
3|nlie;c. 261
29. Original Poem. By W. Chatterton Dix, Efq.
30. Original Tranflation by Sifter M. From the Paris
Breviary.
Part II.
31. Original Poem. By Mifs Chriftina G. Rofletti.
32. Athanafius and other Poems. By a Fellow of a Col-
lege. Matters. 1858.
33. Neale's Hymns of the Eaftern Church.
34. Bridge's Hymns of the Heart. The firft part after
Byrom j the fecond, original.
35. Chambers' Lauda Syon.
36. The Sentence of KaVres, and other Poems. By H.
N. Oxenham, M. A. Shrimpton. 1854.
37. Original Poem by E. L. L.
38. Original Poem by A. M.M.
39. Original Tranflation from the German, by Sifter B.
Gefang und Gebetbuch fiir die Diozefe Trier. 1 846.
40. Original Poem by W. B.
41. Hymns, Ancient and Modern. Novello.
42. Poems. By F. W. Faber, D.D.. Richardfon. 3rd
Ed. 1857.
43. Original. By W. Chatterton Dix, Efq.
44. Original. By C. S.
45. A Century of Original Sacred Songs. By Thomas
Grinfield, M.A. Hamilton. 1836.
46. Original Tranflation by Sifter M. Paris Breviary.
47. Tupper's Out and Home.
48. Original Tranflation by A. M. M. Shipley's Divine
Liturgy. Daniel's Thefaurus. From a MS. at
Reichenau.
49. Original Hymn. By Archdeacon Evans.
50. Flowers from the Holy Fathers. By W. C. C. The
Catholic Publifliing and Bookfelling Company
Limited, 53, New Bond Street. 1841.
51. Sacred Hymns from the German. Tranflated by
Frances Elizabeth Cox. Pickering. 1841. From
the German of J. Stark, xviij Century.
52. Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences. Tranflated by the
Rev. J. M. Neale, D. D. Matters. 2nd Ed. 1863.
From the Antiphonary of Banchor.
262 3ntitx*
53. Original Tranflation, from the German of J. Frank.
xvij Century. By Sifter B.
54. Flowers from the Holy Fathers. By W. C. C.
55. Lyra Anglicana : Hymns and Sacred Songs. Col-
lefted and arranged by the Rev. R. H. Baynes,
M.A. Houlfton and Wright. 6th Thoufand.
1862. By Cecil Frances Alexander.
56. Hymns tranflated from the Parifian Breviary. [By
Rev. I. Williams, M. A.] Rivington. 1839.
57. Original. By A. M. M.
58. Poems from Eaftern Sources, Genoveva, and other
Poems. From the Spanifh of Caideron. xvij Cen-
tury. By Dean Trench. J. W. Parker and Son.
2nd Ed. 1851.
59. Oxenham's Poems. Hymn from the Roman Breviary.
Part III.
60. Hymns, Ancient and Modern. From the All Saints
[privately printed] Appendix.
61. Faber's Hymns.
62. The Old Church Porch. Anonymous.
63. Euchariftic Hymns. By L.
64. Original Tranflation. By A. M. M. From the
Freifmg (Bavaria) MifTal. The original Latin from
the Sequentiae Ineditae in the Ecclefiologift. Matters.
Vol. xxj. i860.
65. Pfalms and Hymns adapted to the Services of the
Church of England. Edited by Rev. W. J. Hall.
Rivington. New Ed. 1861. By E. Ofler, Efq.
1836.
66. Original Tranflation by A. M. M. The Divine Li-
turgy. Daniel.
6j, A Hymnal for ufe in the Services of the Church. By
Rev. J. Trend, B. A. Rivington. 1862. Bafed
on the O Efca 'viator um.
68. CafwalPs Poems.
69. Catholic Hymns. By the Rev. Francis Stanfield.
Butler.
3inhtx. 263
70. Hymns, Ancient and Modern.
71. Euchariftic Hymns. From a Relchenau MS. By L.
72. Original Tranflation, from a Carlfruhe MS. By R.
E. E. W.
73. Original. By C. S.
74. Lyra Catholica : containing all the Breviary and Mif-
fal Hymns. Tranflated by E. Cafwall, M.A.
Burns. 1849.
75. A Companion to Holy Communion. From the An-
cient Englifh Offices of the Sarum Ufe. By a Lay-
man. Lumley. 3rd Ed. 1855. From the Sarum
Horae Beatae Mariae Virginis. By J. D. C.
76. Hymns written and adapted to the Church Service of
the Year. By Bifhop Heber. Murray. 1827.
77. Original Tranflation. By A. M. M. xv. Cent. Daniel.
78. Original Hymn. By G. R.
79. Original Tranflation by Sifter M. From a Reichenau
MS. Moneys Hymni.
80. Churchman's Companion. Mafters. ByC. A. M. W.
81. Flowers from the Holy Fathers. By W. C. C.
82. Williams' Hymns from the Parifian Breviary.
83. The Loft Sheep and other Poems. By Henry A.
Rawes, M.A. Richardfon. 1856.
84. Original Poem. By Aubrey de Vere, Efq.
85. Flowers from the Holy Fathers. By W. C. C.
86. Euchariftic Hymns. From a Reichenau MS. By L.
87. Athanafius, and other Poems.
88. Cafwall's Poems.
89. Original Tranflation. By A. M. M. The Divine
Liturgy. From the MifTal of Prague. Daniel.
90. Heber's Hymns.
91. Euchariftic Hymns. Daniel. By L.
92. Original Tranflation. From an Ancient Hymn by
R. B.
93. Thoughts upon Catholic Truths. By the Rev. L.
Bourne. Mafters. 1858.
94. Original Tranflation. By A. M. M. From the
Augfl)urg Miflal. From the Sequentiae Ineditae in
the Ecclefiologlft. Vol. xxj. i860.
264 3lmiex.
Part IV.
95. Original Poem. By Mrs. Alexander.
96. Hymns, Ancient and Modern.
97. Hymns of the Holy Feaft. Matters.
98. Original Poem. By B. E. B.
99. Cafwall's Poems.
100. The Canterbury Hymnal. Edited by the Rev. R.
H. Baynes, M. A. Houlfton and Wright. 1863.
By the Rev. R. H. Baynes.
101. The Old Church Porch. By E. L. L.
102. Original Tranflation, by R. E. E. W. From a
Reichenau MS. No date alligned. Moneys Hymni.
103. Pfalmodia Germanica ; or the German Pfalmody.
From the High German. Haberkorn. 1765.
Bafed on a Tranflation of Jacobi's, by Sifter B.
104. Original Tranflation by A. M. M. From the Miflal
of Prague. Daniel's Thefaurus.
105. Original. By Mifs RoflTetti.
106. Original Tranflation by Rev. Dr. Trend. From a
Munich MS. Mone's Hymni.
107. Origin uncertain. From the Manual for the Blefled
Sacrament, by the Rev. H. N. Oxenham, M. A.
Longman. 1854.
108. Bridges* Paflion of Jesus.
109. Original Tranflation by Frances Elizabeth Cox.
From the German. From a Stuttgart Hymn
Book.
110. Hymns, Ancient and Modern.
111. The Old Church Porch. By W. B. R.
112. Original Tranflation by Sifter B. From the German
Hymn Book of the Diocefe of Treves.
113. The Legend of the Golden Prayers, and other Poems.
By Cecil Frances Alexander. Bell and Daldy.
114. Original Tranflation. By Rev. J. Trend, From
the Reichenau Antiphonal. Mone's Hymni.
115. Hymns of Love and Praife for the Church's Year.
ByJ.S.B.Monfell,LL.D. Bell & Daldy. 1863.
116. Original Tranflation by A. M. M. Shipley's Divine
Liturgy. From the Mifl^al of Prague. Daniel's
Thefaurus.
3|nlie;i:. 265
117. Bridges' Paflion of Jesus.
118. Baylies' Canterbury Hymnal. Origin unknown.
1 19. A Combination. From the Horae Beatae Mariae Vir-
ginis of the Sarum Ufe.
120. Hymns for Public Worfhip. Anonymous. 1853.
The Society for Promoting Chriftian Knowledge.
121. Original Hymn by F. E. C.
122. Original. By W. Chatterton Dix, Efq.
123. The Church Times. Palmer. 1863. Tranflated
by R. F. L.
124. Sacred Hymns from the German. By Mifs Cox.
125. CafwalPs Lyra Catholica. From the Roman Bre-
viary.
126. Williams' Hymns from the Parifian Breviary.
127. Flowers from the Holy Fathers. By W. C. C.
128. Original Tranflation. From the German of Bafil
Troitfch. xv. Century. By Mifs Winkworth.
129. The Holy Year, or Hymns for Sundays and Holy-
days throughout the year, and for other occafions.
[ByRev. C. Wordiworth,D.D.] Rivington. 3rd
Ed. 1863.
Part V.
130. Cafwall's Poems.
131. American Origin.
132. Mifs Cox's Sacred Hymns. From the German of S.
Biirde. xviij Century.
133. Flowers from the Holy Fathers. By W. C. C.
1 34.. The Parifti Magazine. Edited by the Rev. J. Erflcine
Clarke, M. A. By the Rev. W. Wallham How,
M.A.
135. Hymns, Ancient and Modern.
136. Lyra Germanica. By Mifs Winkworth.
137. Original Poem. By C. A. M. W.
138. Cafwall's Lyra Catholica.
139. Original Tranflation from the Parifian Breviary. By
Sifter M.
140. Original Tranflation. From the German of C.
Gunther. xvij Century, with an additional Stanza.
By Frances Elizabeth Cox.
266 31nlie;i:v
141. Wordfworth's Holy Year.
142. Lyra Anglicana. From an American Colle6llon.
By Ray Palmer, Efq.
143. American Origin.
144. Original Poem. By Rev. Frederick G. Lee, S.C.L.
145. Faber's Poems.
146. The Chriftian Year: Thoughts in Verfe for the
Sundays and Holydays throughout the year. 1827.
[By the Rev. J. Keble, M.A.] J. H. and J.
Parker. 67th Ed. i860.
147. Lauda Syon. By J, D. Chambers, Efq. From a
Reichenau MS.
148. Cafwall's Poems.
149. Original Hymn. By H. T.
150. Original Hymn. By B. E. B.
151. GrinfieWs Century of Sacred Songs.
1 52. Original Tranflation. By R. W. V. From a Reich-
enau MS.
153. Lyra Germanica. From the German of Kern. 1835.
154. Original Tranflation, from the German of Guido
Gorres. By Rev. H. N. Oxenham, M. A.
155. MonfelPs Hymns of Love and Praife.
156. Cafwall's Poems. From the Italian.
157. Mifs Prober's Chaplet of Verfes.
158. Grinfield's Century of Sacred Songs.
159. Churchman's Companion. By FoUiott S. Pierpoint,
Efq.
160. Churchman's Companion. By C. A. M. W.
161. Bayne's Canterbury Hymnal. Unknown origin.
162. Mifs Cox's Sacred Hymns. From the German of
B. Schmolck. xviij Century.
163. Original Tranflation. From the Treves Hymn
Book. By Sifl:er M.
164. Original Tranflation by H. R. B. From the Miffal
of Le Puy.
165. Original Poem. By A. M. M.
SlnHejc
OF THE FIRST LINES OF THE
HTMNS.
Page
LLELUIA! Lord moft Holy ... 56
Ark of the Covenant 213
At the Lamb's high Feaft we fing . . 66
Awful is the PrielUy ftate 194
Bear Jesus Christ the Lord in mind .... 215
Behold the Lord 176
Behold thy Mother 137
Borne on triumphal clouds 71
Bread of Life, Divinely fweet 179
Bread of the World, in Mercy broken 125
Bread, which from above defcendeth 160
By Christ redeemed, in Christ reftored .... 249
Christ, the Light that knows no waning . . . 139
Christ fits at His own Board 81
Christ, we turn our eyes to Thee 42
Chriftian, did no one, thinkeft thou, behold thee . 175
Come, let me for a moment caft 230
Draw nigh, and take the Body of the Lord . . 87
Enough the blood of viiftims flowed of old . . . 134
268 31ntie;i; of t^e fira %\ntd.
Page
Father of Love, Who didft not fpare .... 22
Fed with Dainties from above 228
P'orth from the dark and ftormy fky 144
Friends in Jesus, now draw near 34
From the moft holy Place above 1 64
From their hid fpring my tears are falling .... 149
Give us our daily Bread 38
Glorious Obje6l of our praife .... ... 169
Glory be to Jesus 242
Good Prieft, where art thou hid from human eyes . 93
Hail! Body, born of Mary 145
Hail! Christ's Body, True and Real .... 145
Hail, feltal Day ! for evermore adored 14
Hail! Flesh of Christ, Beloved Oblation . . . 125
Hail! Flesh of Christ, of Holy Virgin born . . 112
Hail! Flesh of Christ J hail! Sweeteft Food . 129
Hail! Flesh of Christ the Regal 181
Hail! Holy Flesh of Jesus Christ 126
Hail! holy Wounds of Jesus, hail ! 97
Hail! Jesus, hail! Who for my fake ... 3
Hail! O Flesh of Christ Divine 109
Hail! O King, Who hither wendeft 118
Hail! faving Crofs, hail ! facred Sign 91
Hail ! Thou, Who from Heaven on high ... 7
Hail to God's True Body ! 141
Hail to the Holy Crofs ! Sweet Jesus 138
Hail to Thee, True Body ! 185
Hail ! Tree of Life, planted anew 208
Hafte my Soul, thou fifter fweet 21
Heavenward ftill our pathway tends 250
He Cometh — on yon hallowed Board 92
He hath been near unto the golden Gate .... 209
Here is my heart — my God, I give it Thee ... 4
Holy Flesh of Christ our King 143
Holy, Holy, Thee we fmg 240
Honey in the lion's mouth 99
I AM pale with fick defire 167
I come, O Lord, to Thee 31
'Jnntx of tl)e jffctt Hmesf. 269
Page
I do not afk, O Lord 243
I droop — oh, give me of the cryftal Stream . . . 131
I know a Flower fo fweet and fair 197
I know that Thou art here 75
In the Name of God the Father 18
In thofe dark hours of bitter Woe 63
It is a day of fear 12
It is finifhed— Jesus faid 256
Jesu, grant me this, I pray 210
Jesu, to Thy Table led 158
Jesu, we laud and worfhip Thee 44
Jesu, we thus obey 184
Jesus, Gentleft Saviour 223
Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All 104
Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts 218
Jesus, True God, True Man, we adore Thee . . 189
Laud, O Sion, thy Salvation loi
Leave, my Soul, the fhades of darknefs . , . . 88
Let this our folemn Feaft 54
Lift up your fongs, ye Angel-choirs 69
Lo ! how the favage crew 193
Lo, the Feaft is fpread to-day 20
Loofed are the bands thy Soul which chained . . 85
Lord, at this moment Thou art furely here . . . 156
Lord Jesu, Bridegroom of my Soul 162
Lord Jesus Christ, my faithful Shepherd, hear . 40
Lord, to Thine Altar let me go 10
Lord, when at Thy holy Table 241
Lord, when before Thy Throne we meet . . . 186
Master, Lord and God, to Thee 232
My God, what lack I more ? i
My Spirit longeth for Thee 52
Myfterious is Thy Prefence, Lord 180
Now let the Faithful come 109
Now lift the Carol, men and maids ...... 60
Now my tongue the Myftery telling 116
Now take my heart, and all that is in me . . . . 211
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O Christ, Who art enthroned on high .... 190
O Crofs, that only know'ft the Woes 214
O Crofs, O Crofs of Shame 24.6
O Food that weary pilgrims love 174
O God of Mercy, God of Might 225
O God, Unfeen, yet ever near 11 1
O Godhead Hid, devoutly I adore Thee . . . 123
O Holy Jesus, we believe 126
O holy Wheat elefted 27
O Jesu, beft Beloved 238
O Jesu Christ, remember 142
O Jesu, it was furely fweet 170
O Jesu, pierced for love of me 252
O Jesus, bruifed and wounded more 178
O Jesus, Who for us haft died 135
O King of Beauty, Lord of Love 155
O Living Bread from Heaven 113
O Lord, my King and Mafter Thou 120
O Lord, Who on that laft fad eve 15
O Love, Who formedtt me to wear 29
Oft when with icy heart 133
Oh, how could I forget Him 239
Oh, moments of feeling, how facred, how fweet . . 244
Oh, the Myftery, paffing wonder 51
Oh, weak are my beft thoughts 25
Oh, what is this enchanting Calm 219
Once I thought to fit (o high 48
On whofe Soul have mercy, Jesu, Powerful to fave 212
One holds me faft 159
Out on ye world, unheeded 57
Our Lord in words of Heavenly Wifdom faid . , 187
Rejoice, ye Angels, and thou Church .... 33
Sacred Flesh of God 119
Safe to the haven of their reft 74
Say, art thou wounded, feeble, weak 84
Sing, O earth, for thy Redemption 114
Sion, mourn, thy voice fubduing 253
Soul of Jesu, make me holy 106
Soul of Jesus — once for me 171
31nlie;i; of t^e f frft Hfnesf. 271
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Steep and thorny is the way 207
Sweet and Beauteous, hail to Thee 36
Sweet Sacrament Divine 115
Take, God, Thine own 147
Talk not of Bread 43
The Board is fpread with Meats Divine .... 152
The Heavenly Word proceeding forth .... 154
The Myftery of Myfteries 67
The nuptial Robe, which all muft wear . . . . 195
The fun is finking in the weft 198
The fun that lights this happy day 17
The Waters were Thy Path 217
There is a Fountain filled with Blood .... 24
There is an everlafting Home 39
Thefe wounds I hail, O Lord my God . . . . 183
They talked of Jesus, as they went 73
This holy Feaft, by Jesus fpread 173
This Union of Divineft Love 201
Thou pafTeft by — Thy awful Step I hear .... 248
Thou, that on the firft of Eafters 65
Trembling, we know that Thou, O Lord ... 83
Unto Thy Feaft, with heart deep hufhed .... 28
Unto Thy holy Altar, Lord : . 6
We give Thee thanks, dear Father 233
What happinefs can equal mine ? 206
When day's ftiadows lengthen 220
When Ifrael lay in Kadefti 95
When the Patriarch was returning 157
When thy heart's emotion 235
Wilt Thou not, my Shepherd true 191
With the Precious Blood anointed 46
Yea, Thou waft once a Viftim flain 50
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