The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book - novelonlinefull.com
You’re read light novel The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book Part 7 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
18.
Thus inflamed with pure affection, In the Virgin's Son protection May I at the judgment find.
19.
When in death my limbs are failing, Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailing Lift me, Jesus, to Thy throne.
20.
To my parting soul be given Entrance through the gate of Heaven, There confess me for Thine own.
Amen
Page 33-34
No. 24
LENT AND Pa.s.sIONTIDE
I see my Jesus crucified
Nicola A. Montani
Devoto
1.
I see my Jesus crucified, His wounded Hands and Feet and Side, His sacred Flesh all rent and torn, His b.l.o.o.d.y crown of sharpest thorn.
2.
Those cruel nails, I drove them in, Each time I pierced Him with my sin That crown of thorns 'twas I who wove, When I despised His gracious love.
3.
Then to those Feet I'll venture near, And wash them with a contrite tear, And ev'ry bleeding wound I see, I'll think He bore them all for me.
4.
Deep graven on my sinful heart, Oh, never may that form depart, That with me always may abide The thought of Jesus crucified.
Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
Page 35
No. 25
LENT AND Pa.s.sIONTIDE
O'erwhelmed in depths of woe Saevo dolorum turbine
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani
Moderato
1.
O'erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the Tree of scorn Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn.
2.
See! How the nails those Hands And Feet so tender rend; See! Down His Face, and Neck, and Breast, His sacred Blood descend.
3.
Hark! With what awful cry, His Spirit takes its flight; That cry, it smote His Mother's heart And wrapt her soul in night.
4.
Come, fall before His Cross, Who shed for us His blood; Who dies, the victim of pure love, To make us Sons of G.o.d.
5.
Jesu! All praise to Thee, Our joy and endless rest; Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here, Our Crown amid the blest.
Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
Page 36
No. 26
PALM SUNDAY
All glory, laud and honor
From the Latin of St.Theodulph by Dr. J. M. Neale M. Haydn
Maestoso con spirito
1.
All glory, laud, and honor To Thee Redeemer, King, To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring.
Refrain All glory, laud, and honor, To Thee Redeemer, King, To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring.
2.
Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest The King and blessed One.
3.
The company of angels Are praising Thee on high, And mortal men and all things Created make reply.
4.
The people of the Hebrews With palms before them went; To praise and pray'r and anthems Before Thee we present.
5.
