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Part Third--Our Blessed Lady, St. Joseph, and the Holy Family

38.

TO OUR BLESSED LADY.

Mother of Mercy! day by day

My love of thee grows more and more; Thy gifts are strewn upon my way,

Like sands upon the great sea-shore.

Though poverty and work and woe
The masters of my life may be,

When times are worst, who does not know
Darkness is light, with love of thee?

3.

But scornful men have coldly said
Thy love was leading me from God;

And yet in this I did but tread
The very path my Saviour trod.

They know but little of thy worth

Who speak these heartless words to me;

For what did Josus love on earth
One half so tenderly as thee?

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5.

Get me the grace to love thee more;

Jesus will give if thou wilt plead;
And, Mother! when life's cares are o'er,

Oh I shall love thee then indeed!

6.

Jesus, when His three hours were run,
Bequeath'd thee from the cross to me;

And oh! how can I love thy Son,
Sweet Mother; if I love not thee?

Scarborough, May, 18&S.

39.

THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION.
1.

O purest of creatures! sweet Mother! sweet Maid
The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid!
Dark night hath come down on us, Mother! and we
Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

2.

Deep night hath come down on this rough-spoken world,

And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurled: And the tempest-tost Church—all her eyes are on thee,

They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

3.

The Church doth what God had first taught her to do;

He looked o'er the world to find hearts that were true;

Through the ages He looked, and He found none but thee,

And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Seal

4.

He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fair;
For the empire of sin—it had never been there;
None had e'er owned thee, dear Mother, but He,
And He blessed thy clear shining, sweet Star of the

Earth gave Him one lodging; 'twas deep in thy breast,

And God found a home where the sinner finds rest; His home and his hiding-place, both were in thee; He was won by thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

6.

Oh blissful and calm was the wonderful rest
That thou gavest thy God in thy virginal breast,
For the heaven He left He found heaven in thee,
And He shone in thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

7.

To sinners what comfort, to angels what mirth, That God found one creature unfallen on earth, One spot where His Spirit untroubled could be, The depths of thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

8.

So age after age in the Church has gone round, And the saints new inventions of homage have found,

New titles of honor, new honors for thee,
New*love for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

9.

And now from the Church of all lands thy dear name

Comes borne on the breath of one mighty acclaim;
Men call on their Father, that He should decree
A new gem to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

10.

O shine on us brighter than ever, then, shine!
For the primest of honors, dear Mother! is thine;
"Conceived without sin," thy new title shall be,
Clear light from thy birth-spring, sweet Star of the
Sea!

11.

So worship we God in these rude latter days;
So worship we Jesus our Love, when we praise
His wonderful grace in the gifts He gave thee,
The gift of clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

SINE LABE ORIGINALI CONCEPTA. 159

12.

Deep night hath come down on us, Mother, deep night,

And we need more than ever the guide of thy light;

For the darker the night is, the brighter should be Thy beautiful shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

40.

SINE LABE ORIGINALT CONCEPTA. 1,

The day, the happy day is dawning,

The glorious feast of Mary's chiefest praise,
That brightens, like a second morning,
The clouded evening of these latter days.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

2.

High up, the realm of angels ringeth

With hymns of triumph to its mortal Queen,
While earth its song of welcome singeth
In every shady grove and valley green.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation I

3.

Hail Queen, whose life is just beginning,

Thrice welcome, Mother of a fallen race!
The sinless come to save the sinning,
Thyself the chosen aqueduct of grace!
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation I

4.

Immaculate! O dear exemption!

A spotless soul for God, entire and free, Redeemed with such a choice redemption,

Angel nor saint can share the praise with thee. O every clime! O every nation!

Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

6.

O Virgin brighter than the brightest

'Mid all the beauteous throngs that shine above O maiden whiter than the whitest

Of lily flowers in Eden's sacred grove!
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

6.

Chief miracle of God's compassion,

Choice mirror of His burning holiness,
Whose heart His mercy deigned to fashion
Far more than Eve's sad ruin to redress.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation I

7.

Earth's cities! let your bells be reeling,

And all your temple-gates wide open fling, With banners flying, cannon pealing,

The blessed Queen of our Redemption sing.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

8.

See! Mary comes! O jubilation!

She comes with love to cheer a guilty race; O triumph, triumph, all creation!

O Christians! triumph in redeeming grace.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation I

41.

IMMACULATE! IMMACULATE! 1.

O Mother! I could weep for mirth,

Joy fills my heart so fast;
My soul to-day is heaven on earth,
O could the transport last!

I think of thee, and what thou art.

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate!

2.

When Jesus looks upon thy face,
His Heart with rapture glows,
And in the Church, by His sweet grace,
Thy blessed worship grows.

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate I

3.

The angels answer with their songs,

Bright choirs in gleaming rows;
And saints flock round thy feet in throngs,
And heaven with bliss o'erflows.
I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—,
Immaculate! Immaculate!

4.

And I would rather, Mother dear!

Thou shouldst be what thou art, Than sit where thou dost, oh so near Unto the Sacred Heart.

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate!

5.

Yes, I would forfeit all for thee,

Rather than thou shouldst miss
One jewel from thy majesty,
One glory from thy bliss.

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate I

6.

Nay, I could die, and with the sense

That 'twere but loss to live, Could I but die in dear defence Of this prerogative.

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate!

7.

Conceived, conceived Immaculate!

Oh what a joy for thee! Conceived, conceived Immaculate! Oh greater joy for me!

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate!

8.

It is this thought to-day that lifts

My happy heart to heaven,
That for our sakes thy choicest gifts
To thee, dear Queen! were given.
I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate!

9.

The glory that belongs to thee

Seems rather mine than thine, While all the cares that harass me Are rather thine than mine.

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate I Immaculate I

10.

Then blessed be the Eternal Son,
Who joys to call thee mother,
And lets poor men by siu undone
For thy sake call Him brother.

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate!

11.

Immaculate Conception! far

Above all graces blest! Thou shinest like a royal star On God's Eternal Breast.

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate!

12.

God prosper thee, my Mother dear!

God prosper thee, my Queen! God prosper His own glory here. As it hath ever been!

I think of thee, and what thou art,

Thy majesty, thy state;
And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate I

42.

THE NATIVITY OF OUR LADY. 1.

Summer suns for ever shining,
Flowers and fruits for ever twining,
Silvery waters ever flowing,
Songlike breezes ever blowing,
Shady groves for ever ringing
With a low melodious singinar:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!
We with all this world of mirth,

Lighthearted and joy-laden,
Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

2.

Angels round the Throne adoring,
Newest songs of praise outpouring,
Bursts of wonderful thanksgiving,
Woisnipping the Everliving,
All the vast angelic nations,
Lauding Him with gratulations:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!

We with all this world of mirth,
Lighthearted and joy-laden,

Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

3.

God with each untold perfection
Brooding o'er thy sweet election,
Glorified by wondrous blisses
Stirring in His calm abysses,
As if some new-born emotion
Rippled His unchanging ocean:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!

We with all this world of mirth,
Lighthearted and joy-laden,

Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

4.

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blazoning thee with matchless merit,
Wondrous graces on thee raining,
And Their dread complacence deigning
To rest in thee as in no other,
Daughter, Bride, and Sinless Mother:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!

We with all this world of mirth,
Lighthearted and joy-laden,

Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

5.

Thou thyself a world of brightness,
Flower of more than angel's whiteness,
Ravished now with gladder heaven
Than to angels hath been given,
Grandest worship in creation
Is thine infant jubilation:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!

We with all this world of mirth,
Lighthearted and joy-laden,

Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

6.

Splendor as of pearliest morning
O'er the souls in limbus dawning,
Golden visions hovering o'er them,
Nearer heavens unveiled before them,
Sudden transports newly given
Sweeter than the looked-for heaven:
Infant Mary! Joy of earth!
We with all this world of mirth,

Lighthearted and joy-laden,
Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

7.

Joachim and Anna kneeling,
Looks of furtive wonder stealing,
High in ecstasy uplifted,
Father, mother, grandly gifted,
Weeping through excess of gladness
Tears of rapture, not of sadness:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!

We with all this world of mirth,
Lighthearted and joy-laden,

Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

8.

Ah! the first sight of thee sleeping,
And the first sound of thee weeping,
How the breathless Anna listened,
While her rapturous teardrops glistened,
How she almost died of pleasure,
Feeding, fondling thee, her treasure:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!

We with all this world of mirth,
Lighthearted and joy-laden,

Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

9.

All the joys upon God's mountain
Gushing out from thee, their fountain,
All the gladness of the golden
Hosts to thee alone beholden,
All the songs that men are singing,
Songs which all were of thy bringing:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!

We with all this world of mirth!
Lighthearted and joy-laden,

Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden I

10.

Babe of Anna! Little Maiden!
We with transports overladen,
Spirits full, hearts almost broken,
Joy which cannot be outspoken,
We thy birthday greet, the dawning
Of salvation's happy morning:

Infant Mary! Joy of earth!

We with all this world of mirth,
Lighthearted and joy-laden,

Greet the morning of thy birth,
Little Maiden!

Filet, August, 1861.

43.

OUR LADY'S PRESENTATION. 1.

Day breaks on temple-roofs and towers;

The city sleeps, the palms are still; The fairest far of earth's fair flowers

Mounts Sion's sacred hill.

2.

O wondrous Babe! O child of grace!

The Holy Trinity's delight! Sweetly renewing man's lost race,

How fair thou art, how bright!

3.

Not all the vast angelic choirs,

That worship round the eternal throne, "With all their love can match the fires

Of thy one heart alone. .

4.

Since God created land and sea,
No love had been so like divine;

For none was ever like to thee,
Nor worship like to thine.

5.

Angels in heaven, and souls on earth,

Thousands of years their songs may raise,

Nor equal thee, for thine was worth
All their united praise.

6.

Not only was thy heart above

All heaven and earth could e'er attain,— Thou gavest it with so much love,

'Twas worth as much again.

7.

O Maiden most immaculate!

Make me to choose thy better part, And give my Lord, with love as great,

An undivided heart.

8.

Would that my heart, dear Lord! were true, Royal and undefiled and whole,

Like hers from whom Thy sweet love took The Blood to save my soul.

9.

If here our hearts grudge ought to Thee,—
In that bright land beyond the grave,

We'll worship Thee with souls set free,
And give as Mary gave.

44.

OUR LADY'S EXPECTATION. 1.

Like the dawning of the morning,

On the mountain's golden heights, Like the breaking of the moonbeams

On the gloom of cloudy nights. Like a secret told by angels,

Getting known upon the earth, Is the Mother's Expectation

Of Messias' speedy birth I

2.

Thou wert happy, blessed Mother

With the very bliss of heaven, Since the angel's salutation

In thy raptured ear was given; Since the Ave of that midnight,

When thou wert anointed Queen, Like a river overflowing

Hath the grace within thee been.

3.

On the mountains of Judea,
Like the chariot of the Lord,

Thou wert lif ted in thy spirit
By the uncreated Word:

Gifts and graces flowed upon thee

In a sweet celestial strife, And the growing of thy Burden

Was the lightening of thy life.

4.

And what wonders have been in thee

All the day and all the night, While the angels fell before thee,

To adore the Light of Light. While the glory of the Father

Hath been in thee as a homo, And the sceptre of creation

Hath been wielded in thy womb.

5.

And the sweet strains of the psalmist

Were a joy beyond control, And the visions of the prophets

Burnt like transports in thy soul; But the Burden that was growing,

And was felt so tenderly, It was heaven, it was heaven,

Come before its time to thee.

6.

Oh the feeling of thy Burden,
It was touch and taste and sight;

It was newer still and newer,

All those nine months, day and night.

Like a treasure unexhausted,
Like a vision unconfess'd,

Like a rapture unforgotten,
It lay ever at thy breast.

7.

Every moment did that Burden

Press upon thee with new grace; Happy Mother! thou art longing

To behold the Saviour's Face! Oh, His Human Face and Features

Must be passing sweet to see; Thou hast seen them, happy Mother!

Ah then, show them now to me.

8.

Thou hast waited, child of David I

And thy waiting now is o'er! Thou hast seen Him, blessed Mother

And wilt see Him evermore! O His Human Face and Features!

They were passing sweet to see; Thou beholdest them this moment;

Mother, show them now to me.

45.

THE HAPPY GATE OF HEAVEN. 1.

Fair are the portals of the day,

The gateways of the morning,
Whose pillared clouds the rising sun,

Is rosily adorning:
Fair are the portals of the day,

The gateways of the even,
When through long halls of burning light
Earth gazes into hraven.

Of matchless light, of grace untold,
All love be thine, fair House of Gold

All praise to thee be given,
Sweet Balm of all our Sadness,
Dear Cause of all our Gladness,
Thou Happy Gate of Heaven!

2.

Fair are the passes in the hills,

The gateways of the mountains,
Along whose sounding channels leap

The many-gifted fountains:
Fair are the thresholds of blue sea,

The gateways of the ocean,
That guard the harbors of the earth,

Swinging with placid motion.

Of matchless light, of grace untold,
All love be thine, fair House of Gold!

All praise to thee be given,
Sweet Balm of all our Sadness,
Dear Cause of all our Gladness,

Thou Happy Gate of Heaven!

3.

But fairest of all gateways far,
Art thou, the sinless Mary!
The Gate that opens, yet secures

God's inmost sanctuary!
Gate of the one true Dawn art thou,

Gate of the one sweet Even,
Gate of the angels into earth,
The gate of souls to heaven.

Of matchless light, of grace untold,
All love be thine, fair House of Gold!

All praise to thee be given,
Sweet Balm of all our Sadness,
Dear Cause of all our Gladness,
Thou Happy Gate of Heaven!

4.

Thou art the Gate God entered by

To visit His creation,
The mountain-pass where leap and flow

The wells of our salvation:
Thou art the Gate of azure sea

With the lighthouse ever burning, The exile's happy Landing-Place,

To his Father's House returning.

Of matchless light, of grace untold,
All love be thine, fair House of Gold!

All praise to thee be given,
Sweet Balm of all our Sadness,
Dear Cause of all our Gladness,

Thou Happy Gate of Heaven!

5.

Bright Gateway! through whose golden arch

The Father's grace is flowing, Whose steps the Son and Spirit wear

With their incessant going! Porch of the Throne! what beauteous hosts

Of angels cluster round thee! O happy are the sleeping souls

Whose faith and love have found thee!
Of matchless light, of grace untold,
All love be thine, fair House of Gold!

All praise to thee be given,
Sweet Balm of all our Sadness,
Dear Cause of all our Gladness,
Thou Happy Gate of Heaven!

46.

THE DOLORS OF OUR LADY. 1.

God of mercy! let us run

Where yon fount of sorrows flows: Pondering sweetly one by one,

Jesus' Wounds and Mary's Woes.

L

Ah! those tears Our Lady shed,
Enough to drown a world of s:r>

Tears our Saviour's sorrows fed
Peace and pardon well may win •

3.

His Five Wounds a very home
For our prayers and praises prov.

And our Lady's Woes become
Endless joys in heaven above.

Jesus, who for us didst die,

All on Thee our love we pour;

And in the Holy Trinity
Worship Thee for'evermore.

Frooa the. Breviary, "Suunuae Deus dementia.'*

47.

THE ASSUMPTION.
1.

Sing, sing, ye Angel Bands,
All beautiful and bright;

For higher still and higher,
Through fields of starry light,

Mary, your Queen, ascends,
Like the sweet moon at night.

A fairer flower than she
On earth hath never been;

And, save the Throne of God,
Your heavens have never seen

A wonder half so bright
As your ascending Queen I

3.

O happy angels; look,

How beautiful she is! See! Jesus bears her up,

Her hand is locked in His; Oh who can tell the height

Of that fair Mother's bliss?

4.

And shall I lose thee then,
Lose my sweet right to thee?

Ah! no—the angels' Queen
Man's Mother still will be,

And thou, upon thy throne,
Wilt keep thy love for me.

5.

On then, dear Pageant, on!

Sweet music breathes around; And love like dew distils

On hearts in rapture bound; The Queen of heaven goes up

To be proclaimed and crowned! 6.

On—through the countless Jtars
Proceeds the bright array;

And Love Divine comes forth
To light her on her way,

Through the short gloom of night,
Into celestial day.

7.

The Eternal Father calls

His Daughter to be blest; The Son His Maiden-Mother

Woos unto His Breast; The Holy Ghost His Spouse

Beckons into her rest.

8.

Swifter and swifter grows

That marvellous flight of love,

As though her heart were drawn
More vehemently above;

While jubilant angels part

• A pathway for the Dove!

9.

Hark! hark! through highest heaven
What sounds of mystic mirth!

Mary by God proclaimed
Queen of Immaculate Birth,

And diademed with stars,
The lowliest of the earth!

MARY, OUR MOTHER, REIGNS ON HIGH. 181

See! see! the Eternal Hands
Put on her radiant crown,

And the sweet Majesty
Of Mercy sitteth down,

For ever and for ever,

On her predestined throne.

48.

MARY, OUR MOTHER, REIGNS ON HIGH. 1.

O vision bright!

The land of light
Beams goldenly beyond the sky I

'Mid heavenly fires,

'Bove angel-choirs,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

2.

O vision bright!

The Father's might
All round His daughter's throne doth lie;

Where, in the balm

Of endless calm,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

182 MAR Y, 0 UR MOTHER, REIGNS ON HIGH.

3.

O vision bright!

The eternal light
Of the dear Son may we descry;

Where, brighter far

Than moon or star,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

4.

O vision bright!

In softest flight
The Dove around His Spouse doth fly;

Where, in that height

Of matchless light,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

5.

O vision bright!

Angels' delight!
The Mother sits with Jesus nigh:

Her form He bears,

Her look He wears;
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

6.

O vision bright!

O dearest sight!
God, with His Mother's face

Where by His side,

All glorified,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on

7.

O vision bright!

Life's darkest night
Is fair as dawn when thou art nigh;

Where, 'mid the throng

Of psalm and song,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

8.

O vision bright!

O land of light!
Thou art our home beyond the sky:

'Tis grand to see

How gloriously
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

49.

THE GRANDEURS OF MARY.
1.

What is this grandeur I see up in heaven,
A splendor that looks like a splendor divine?

What creature so near the Creator is throned?
O Mary! those marvellous glories are thine I

2.

But who would have thought that a creature could live

With the fires of the Godhead so awfully nigh? Oh who could have dreamed, mighty Mother of God!

That even God's power could have raised thee so high?

3.

What name can we give to a queenship so grand?

What thought can we think of a glory like this? Saints and angels lie far in the distance, remote

From the golden excess of thine unmated bliss.

4.

Thy Person, thy Soul, thy most beautiful Form,
Thine Office, thy Name, thy most singular
Grace,—

God hath made for them, Mother ! a world by itself,
A shrine all alone, a most worshipful place.

5.

Mid the blaze of those fires, eternal, unmade,
Thy Maker unspeakably makes thee His own;

The arms of the Three Uncreated, outstretched, Round the Word's mortal Mother in rapture are thrown.

6.

Thy sinless Conception, thy jubilant Birth,

Thy Crib and thy Cross, thine Assumption and Crown,

They have raised thee on high to the right hand of Him

Whom the spells of thy love to thy bosom drew down.

7.

I am blind with thy glory; in all God's wide world I find nothing like thee for glory and power:

I can hardly believe that thou grewest on earth, In the green fields of Judah, a scarce-noticed flower.

8.

And is it not really eternal, divine?

Is it human, created, a glorified heart, So like God and not God? Ah! Maker of men!

We bless Thee for being the God that Thou art!

9.

O Mary, what ravishing pageante I see,

What wonders and works centre round thee in heaven,

What creations of grace fall like light from thy hands,

What Creator-like powers to thy prudence are given!

10.

What vast jurisdiction, what numberless realms, What profusion of dread and unlimited power,

What holy supremacies, awful domains,

The Word's mighty Mother enjoys for her dower.

11.

What grand ministrations of pity and strength,
What endless processions of beautiful light,

What incredible marvels of motherly love,

What queenly resplendence of empire and right ]

12.

What sounds as of seas flowing all round thy throne.

What flashings of fire from thy burning abode, What thunders of glory, what tempests of power,

What calms, like the calms in the Bosom of God 1

13.

Inexhaustible Wonder! the treasures of God

Seem to multiply under thy marvellous hand, And the power of thy Son seems to gain and to grow,

When He deigns to obey thy maternal command. 14.

Ten thousand magnificent greatnesses blend

Their vast oceans of light at the foot of thy throne:

Ten thousand unspeakable majesties grace
The royalty vested in Mary alone.

THE IMMACULATE HEART OF MARY. 187

15.

But look what a wonder there is up in God!

One love, like a special Perfection, we see; And the chief of thy grandeurs, great Mother, is there,—

In the love the Eternal Himself has for thee I

50.

THE IMMACULATE HEART OF MAEY. 1.

Mother of God! we hail thy Heart,

Throned in the azure skies,
While far and wide within its charm
The whole creation lies.
O sinless Heart, all hail!
God's dear delight, all hail!
Our home, our home is deep in thee,
Eternally, eternally.

2.

Mother of God! from out thy Heart

Our Saviour fashioned His;
The fountains of the Precious Blood
Rose in thy depths of bliss.
O sinless Heart, all hail!
God's dear delight, all hail!
Our home, our home is deep in thee,
Eternally, eternally.

3.

Mother of God! when near thy Heart

The unborn Saviour lay, He taught it how to burn with love For sinners gone astray. O sinless Heart, all hail! God's dear delight, all hail! Our home, our home is deep in thee, Eternally, eternally.

4.

Mother of God! He broke thy Heart

That it might wider be, That in the vastness of its love There might be room for me. O sinless Heart, all hail! God's dear delight, all hail! Our home, our home is deep in thee, Eternally, eternally.

5.

Mother of God! thy Heart hath heights

On which God loves to dwell; And yet the lowliest child of earth Is welcome there as well. O sinless Heart, all hail! God's dear delight, all hail! Our home, our home is deep in thee, Eternally, eternally.

THE IMMACULATE HEART OF MARY. 189

6.

Mother of God! thy Heart, methinks,

Deepens the bliss of God;
For He was homeless till thy Heart
Gave Him a sweet abode.
O sinless Heart, all hail!
God's dear delight, all hail!
Our home, our home is deep in thee,
Eternally, eternally.

7.

Mother of God! thy Heart and His

Inseparably shine;
The Sacred Heart thou worshippest
Is dutiful to thine.

O sinless Heart, all hail!
God's dear delight, all hail!
Our home, our home is deep in thee,
Eternally, eternally.

8.

Mother of God! who owns thy Heart?

Who owns that love of thine?
If Jesus takes not back His gifts,
Mother! thy Heart is mine,
O sinless Heart, all hail!
God's dear delight, all hail!
Our home, our home is deep in thee,
Eternally, eternally.

51.

MONTH OF MAY.

PIOUS ASPIRATIONS TO THE MOTHER OF GOD, FOR EVERY DAY IN THE MONTH.

(FROM THE ITALIAN.)

1.

Joy of my heart! O let me pay

To thee thine own sweet month of May.

2.

Mary! one gift I beg of thee,
My soul from sin and sorrow free.

3.

Direct my wandering feet aright,
And be thyself mine own true light.

4.

Be love of thee the purging fire,
To cleanse for God my heart's desire.

5.

Mother! be love of thee a ray

From heaven, to show the heavenward way.

6.

Mary! make haste thy child to win From sin, and from the love of sin.

7.

Mother of God! let my poor love
A mother's prayers and pity move.

8.

O Mary, when I come to die,

Be thou, thy spouse, and Jesus nigh.

9.

When mute before the Judge I stand, My holy shield be Mary's hand.

10.

O Mary! let no child of thine
In hell's eternal exile pine.

11.

If time for penance still be mine
Mother, the precious gift is thine.

12.

Thou, Mary, art my hope and life,
The starlight of this earthly strife.

13.

Oh, for my own and others' sin

Do thou, who canst, free pardon win. 14.

To sinners all, to me the chief,
Send, Mother, send thy kind relief.

15.

To thee our love and troth are given; Pray for us, pray, bright Gate of Heaven.

16.

Sweet Day-Star! let thy beauty be
A light to draw my soul to thee.

17.

We love thee, light of sinners' eyes!
Oh let thy prayers for sinners rise.

18.

Look at us, Mother Mary! see
How piteously we look to thee.

19.

I am thy slave, nor would I be

For worlds from this sweet bondage free.

20.

O Jesus, Joseph, Mary deign

My soul in heavenly ways to train.

21.

Sweet Stewardess of God, thy prayers
We beg, who are God's ransomed heirs.

22.

O Virgin-born! O Flesh Divine! Cleanse us, and make us wholly Thine.

23.

Mary, dear Mistress of my heart,
What thou wouldst have me do impart.

24.

Thou, who wert pure as driven snow,
Make me as thou wert here below.

25.

O Queen of Heaven! obtain for me
Thy glory there one day to see.

26.

Oh then and there, on that bright day, To me thy womb's chaste Fruit display.

27.

Mother of God! to me no less
Vouchsafe a mother's sweet caress.

28.

Be love of thee, my whole life long,
A seal upon my wayward tongue.

29.

Write on my heart's most secret core The five dear Wounds that Jesus bore.

30.

Oh give me tears to shed with thee
Beneath the Cross on Calvary.

31.

One more request, and I have done;
With love of thee and thy dear Son
More let me burn, and more each day,
Till love of self is burned away.

52.

OH! BALMY AND BRIGHT.
1.

Oh! balmy and bright as moonlit night,
Is the love of our Blessed Mother;

It lies like a beam

Over life's cold stream,
And life knows not such another,
Oh life knows not such another!

2.

The month of May with a grace a day Shines bright with our Blessed Mother

The angels on high

In the glorious sky,
Oh they know not such another,
Nay they know not such another I

3.

The angels' Queen, the beautiful Queen, Is the sinner's patient mother;

With pardon and peace

And the soul's release,
"Where shall we find such another,
Where shall we find such another?

4.

O Mary's Heart, the Immaculate Heart,
The Heart of the Saviour's Mother;
All heaven shows bright
In its clear sweet light,
God hath not made such another,
God hath not made such another!

5.

But Mary's love, her plentiful love,
Lives not in earthly mother;

'Twill show us at last,

When the strife is past,
Our merciful God as our Brother,
Our merciful God as our Brother!

53.

MARY, THE FLOWER OF HEAVEN. 1.

O Flower of Grace! divinest Flower!
God's light thy life, God's love thy dower!
That all alone with virgin ray
Dost make in heaven eternal May,
Sweet falls the peerless dignity
Of God's eternal choice on thee!

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven!

Love and praise to thee be given,
Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!

2.

Choice Flower! that bloomest on the breast

Of Jesus, which is now thy rest,

As thine was once the chosen bed

Of His dear Heart and sacred Head;

O Mary ! sweet it is to see

Thy Son's creation graced by thee!

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven!

Love and praise to thee be given,
Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!

3.

O queenly Flower! enthroned above,
The trophy of almighty love!
Ah me! how He hath hung thee round
With all love-tokens that abound
With God's own light, beyond the reach
Of angel song or mortal speech!

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven .

Love and praise to thee be given,
Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden .

4.

O Flower of God! divinest Flower!
Elected for His inmost bower!
Where angels come not, there art thou;
A crown of glory on thy brow,
While far below, all bright and brave,
Their gleamy palms the Ransomed wave.

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven .

Love and praise to thee be given,
Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!

5.

O bless thee for thy beauty, then,
Delight of angels, trust of men!
A sceptre unto thee is given,
Queen of the Sacred Heart! in heaven,
Like His who made, O blest decree I
Thee for Himself, all else for thee!

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven!

Love and praise to thee be given, Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!

6.

O godlike Creature! nigh to God!
In whom the Eternal Word abode!
The mirror of God's beauty thou,
On thee His dread perfections show
So palpably, men's hearts might faint
With an exceeding ravishment.

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven!

Love and praise to thee be given,
Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!

7.

Yet thou didst bloom on earth at first,
In meekness proved, in sorrow nursed;
And heaven must own its debt to earth,
Sweet flower! for thy surpassing worth;
And angels, for their Queen's dear sake,
Our road to thee more smooth shall make.

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven!

Love and praise to thee be given,
Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!

8.

O Help of Christians! mercy-laden!
O blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!
O Sinless! were it not for thee,
There were in faith no liberty
To hold that God could stoop so low,
Or love His sinful creatures so.

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven!

Love and praise to thee be given,
Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!

9.

O Mary! when we think of thee,
Our hearts grow light as light can be;
For thou hast felt as we have felt,
And thou hast knelt as we have knelt;
And so it is,—that utterly,
Mother of God! we trust in thee!

Mother dearest! Mother fairest!

Maiden purest! Maiden rarest!

Help of earth and joy of heaven!

Love and praise to thee be given,
Blissful Mother! Blissful Maiden!

54.

SWEET MOTHER-MAID.
1.

The moon is in the heavens above,

And its light lies on the foamy sea;
So shines the star of Mary's love
O'er this stormy scene of misery.

Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,

Sweet Mother-Maid!

Oh thou art bright as bright can be,

And as bountiful as thou art bright; . And welcome is the thought of thee, As the fragrance of an eastern night! Our hands to life's hard work are laid, But our hearts are thine,

Sweet Mother-Maid I

"Wide earth can give no place of rest,

And for sorrow's tale it hath no ear;
But all woes plead within thy breast,
For it echoes e'en the silent tear.

Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,

Sweet Mother-Maid!

4.

We are no longer desolate,

Though our sins have stricken us at heart; Whom thou didst bear hath borne their weight, And thou wert His partner in the smart. Our hands to life's hard work are laid, But our hearts are thine,

Sweet Mother-Maid!

5.

Calm as the blessed eye of God

When it looks o'er all this world below,
He bids thee shed His peace abroad
With a secret balm for every woe.

Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,

Sweet Mother-Maid!

6.

By thee we learn, dear spotless Queen!

What a glorious God our God must be;
And in thy glory His is seen,

For He shows Himself when He shows thee.
Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,

Sweet Mother-Maid!

55.

CONSOLATRIX AFFLICTORUM. 1.

Like the voiceless starlight falling
Through the darkness of the night,

Like the silent dewdrops forming
In the cold moon's cloudless light,

So there come to hearts in sorrow
Mary's angels dear and bright.

2.

Like the scents of countless blossoms
That are trembling in the air,

Like the breaths of gums that perfume
Sandy deserts bleak and bare,

Are our Lady's ceaseless answers
To affliction's lowly prayer.

3.

They are endless, they are countless,
Like the leaves upon the trees;

They are healings sweetly hidden
Like the fragrance in the breeze;

They are spirits to the drooping,
Like the freshness from the seas.

4.

They are not like earthly comforts,
Nor like anything on earth;

They are peacefuller than slumber,
They are cheerfuller than mirth;

They are light to all life's darkness,
They are plenty to its dearth.

5.

They are presences and foretastes
Of some nameless heavenly things,

From the golden throne of Mary
Wafted down to us on wings;

Yet they come to none but mourners,
To the hearts that sorrow wrings.

6.

They are wondrous thoughts of Jesus,
They are presences of God,

Giving zest to weary sadness,
Or strange sweetness to the rod,

Filling full of heavenly sunbeams
Sorrow's dark and lone abode.

7.

For they come into our spirits
With a soft and winning might,

And they make our Dead look brighter
In the waking hours of night,

And they gently turn our darkness
Into depths of tenderest light.

8.

Oh! it is as if some fragments
Of the golden calms of heaven,

By the mercy of our Father,
Into Mary's hands were given;

But to earth were only falling
Upon hearts with sorrow riven.

9.

For in Mary's ear all sorrow

Singeth ever like a psalm: Welcome, Mother! are the tempests

Which thou layest with thy calm; Sweet the broken hearts thou healest

With thine own heart's nameless balm!

56.

THE QUEEN OF PURGATOEY. 1.

O turn to Jesus, Mother! turn,

And call Him by His tenderest names;

Pray for the Holy Souls that burn
This hour amid the cleansing flames.

2.

Ah! they have fought a gallant fight;

In death's cold arms they persevered; And after life's uncheery night,

The arbor of their rest is neared.

3.

In pains beyond all earthly pains, Favorites of Jesus! there they lie,

Letting the fire wear out their stains, And worshipping God's purity.

4.

Spouses of Christ they are, for He
Was wedded to them by His Blood;

And angels o'er their destiny
In wondering adoration brood.

5.

They are the children of thy tears;

Then hasten, Mother! to their aid; [n pity think each hour appears

An age while glory is delayed.

6.

See, how they bound amid their fires,
While pain and love their spirits fill

Then with self-crucified desires
Utter sweet murmurs, and lie still.

7.

Ah me! the love of Jesus yearns
O'er that abyss of sacred pain,

And, as He looks, His bosom burns
With Calvary's dear thirst again.

8.

O Mary! let thy Son no more

His lingering Spouses thus expect;

God's children to their God restore,
And to the Spirit His elect.

9.

Pray then, as thou hast ever prayed;

Angels and Souls all look to thee; God waits thy prayers, for He hath made

Those prayers His law of charity.

57.

FOE OUR LADY'S MINOR FEASTS. 1.

O Mother! will it always be,

That every passing year
Shall make thee seem more beautiful,

Shall make thee grow more dear!

2.

And art thou really infinite,
That thou shouldst thus unfold

Fresh glories every feast that comes,
New grandeurs yet untold?

3.

We knew thee to be free from stain

As is the sun's white beam;
We knew God's Mother must be great

Above what we could dream.

4.

We knew thy sorrows and thy joys;

We knew thee full of grace;
We seemed to know thy very heart,

And the look upon thy face.

5.

Thy crown of apostolic stars,
We knew that it shines bright,

Where angels see thee throned as Queen
Almost beyond their sight.

6.

Yet now it seems we know thee not;

Each feast-day we begin
To know thee in a truer way,

And truer love to win.

7.

For hearts so small as ours we thought Our love was great and true;

Yet our past love now seems hardly love, While thy love is so new.

8.

O Mother thou art like the life

The blessed lead above, Unchangeable, yet growing still

In glory and in love.

9.

Thou art, and vet art not. the same;

"Id things pass not away;
Yet thou to-morrow wilt be more

Than the Mary of to-day.

10.

Like waxing moons, each holy feast
Thou dost more light disclose;

And our love, as jt watches thine,
Still up to thy love grows.

11.

How close to God, how full of God, Dear Mother, must thou be!

For still the more we know of God, The more we think of thee.

12.

This is thy gift—oh give it us !—
To make God better known:

A_h Mother! make Him in our hearts
More grand and more alone.

58.

A DAILY HYMN TO MARY.

FOE THE CHILDREN OF ST. PHILIP'S HOME. 1.

Mary! dearest Mother!

From thy heavenly height
Look on uy thy children,

Lost in earth's dark night.

2.

Mary! purest creature!

Keep us all from sin;
Help us erring mortals

Peace in heaven to win.

Mary! Queen and Mother!

Get us still more grace,
With still greater fervor

Now to run our race.

4.

Daughter of the Father!

Lady kind and sweet!
Lead us to our Father,

Leave us at His Feet.

5.

Mother of our Saviour,

Joy of God above! Jesus bade thee keep us

In His fear and love.

6.

Mary! Spouse and servant
Of the Holy Ghost!

Keep for Him His creatures
Who would else be lost.

7.

Holy Queen of angels!

Bid thine angels come To escort us safely

To our heavenly home.

8.

Bid the saints in heaven Pray for us their prayers;

They are thine, dear Mother! That thou mayst be theirs.

9.

Oh we love thee, Mary!

Trusting all to thee, What is past, or present,

What is yet to be.

10.

Get us what thou pleasest, What we cannot know,

What we most are needing Every day below.

11.

Thou didst make for Jesus To this earth a road;

Make us love our Saviour, Make us love our God.

12.

Cause of all our gladness!

Make us glad in Him; Fill our hearts with fervor,

Fill them to the brim.

13.

Sweeter still and sweeter
Dost thou grow to us,—,

Will it, dearest Mother,
Evermore be thus?

14.

O not yet, sweet Mother I
Is our love of thee

What it will be one day
In eternity.

15.

Jesus! hear Thy children
From Thy throne above;

Give us love of Mary,

As Thou wouldst have us love. .

59.

THE ORPHAN'S CONSECRATION TO
MARY.

70E NORWOOD.
1.

Mother Mary! at thine altar

We thy little daughters kneel;
With a faith that cannot falter,

To thy goodness we appeal.
We are seeking for a mother

O'er the earth so waste and wide,
And from off His Cross our Brother

Points to Mary by His side.

2.

We have seen thy picture often

With thy little Babe in arms,
And it ever seemed to soften

All our sorrows with its charms;
So we want thee for our Mother,

In thy gentle arms to rest,
And to share with Him our Brother

That sweet pillow on thy breast.

3.

We have none but tliee to love us

With a Mother's fondling care; And our Father, God above us,

Bids us fly for refuge there.
All the world is dark before us,

We must out into its strife;
If thy fondness watch not o'er us,

Oh how sad will be our life I

4.

So we take thee for our Mother,

And we claim our right to be, By the gift of our dear Brother,

Babes and daughters unto thee; And the orphan's consecration

Thou wilt surely not despise, From thy bright and lofty station

Close to Jesus in the skies.

5.

Mother Mary! to thy keeping

Soul and body we confide, Toiling, resting, waking, sleeping,

To be ever at thy side; Cares that vex us, joys that please us,

Life and death we trust to thee; Thou must make them all for Jesus,

And for all eternity!

60.

SAINT JOSEPH.
1.

Hail! holy Joseph, hail!

Husband of Mary, hail! Chaste as the lily flower

In Eden's peaceful vale.

2.

Hail! holy Joseph, hail!

Father of Christ esteemed, Father be thou to those

Thy Foster-Son redeemed.

3.

Hail! holy Joseph, hail!

Prince of the House of God, May His best graces be

By thy sweet hands bestowed.

4.

Hail! ho\y Joseph, hail!

Comrade of angels, hail! Cheer thou the hearts that faint,

And guide the steps that fail.

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5.

Hail! holy Joseph, hail!

God's choice vvert thou alone;
To thee the Word made flesh

Was subject as a Son.

6.

Hail! holy Joseph, hail!

Teach us our flesh to tame,
And, Mary, keep the hearts

That love thy husband's name.

7.

Mother of Jesus! bless,

And bless, ye saints on high,

All meek and simple souls
That to Saint Joseph cry.

61.

THE PATEONAGE OF SAINT JOSEPH. 1.

Dear Husband of Mary! dear Nurse of her Child!
Life's ways are full weary, the desert is wild;
Bleak sands are all round us, no home can we see y
Sweet Spouse of our Lady! we lean upon thee.

2.

For thou to the pilgrim art Father and Guide,
And Jesus and Mary felt safe by thy side;
AL blessed Saint Joseph, how safe should I be,
Sweet Spouse of our Lady! if thou wert with me!

3.

O blessed Saint Joseph! how great was thy worth,
The one chosen shadow of God upon earth,
The Father of Jesus—ah then wilt thou be,
Sweet Spouse of our Lady! a father to me!

4.

Thou hast not forgotten the long dreary road,
When Mary took turns with thee, bearing thy God;
Yet light was that burden, none lighter could be;
Sweet Spouse of our Ladyl Oh canst thou bear me?

5.

A cold thankless heart and a mean love of ease, What weights, blessed Patron! more galling than

these?

My life, my past life, thy clear vision may see; Sweet Spouse of our Lady! Oh canst thou love me?

6.

Ah! give me thy burden to bear for a while; Let me kiss His warm lips, and adore His sweet smile;

With her Babe in her arms, surely Mary will be, Sweet Spouse of our Lady! my pleader with thee.

7.

When the treasures of God were unsheltered on earth,

Safe keeping was found for them both in thy worth,

O Father of Jesus, be father to me,

Sweet Spouse of our Lady! and I will love thee.

8.

God chose thee for Jesus and Mary—wilt' thou Forgive a poor exile for choosing thee now? There is no saint in heaven I worship like thee, Sweet Spouse of our Lady! oh deign to love me!

62.

SAINT JOSEPH OUR FATHER.
1.

There are many saints above

Who love us with true love,
Many angels ever nigh;

But Joseph! none there be,

Oh none, who love like thee,—
Dearest of Saints! be near us when we die!

2.

Thou wert guardian of our Lord,

Foster-father of the Word,
Who in thine arms did lie:

If we His brothers be,

We are foster-sons to thee,—
Dearest of Saints! be near us when we die!

3.

Thou wert Mary's earthly guide,

For ever at her side,
Oh for her sake hear our cry;

For we follow in thy way,

Loving Mary as we may;— Dearest of Saints! be near us when we die I

4.

Thou to Mary's virgin love

Wert the image of the Dove, Who was her Spouse on high;

Bring us gifts from Him, dear Saint!

Bring us comfort when we faint; Dearest of Saints! be near us when we die!

5.

Thou wert a shadow thrown,
From the Father's summit lone,

Over Mary's life to lie;
Oh be thy shadow cast
O'er our present and our past;

Dearest of Saints! be near us when we die I

6.

Sadly o'er the desert sand,

Into Egypt's darksome land, As an exile didst thou fly;

And we are exiles too,

With a world to travel through; Dearest of Saints! be near us when we die!

7.

When thy gentle years were run,

On the bosom of thy Son,
Like an infant didst thou lie:

Oh by thy happy death,

In that tranquil Nazareth,
Dearest of Saints! be near us when we die!

63.

THE HOLY FAMILY.
1.

Praise, praise to Jesus, Joseph, Mary,

The Three on earth most like the Three in heaven!

Praise, praise to Jesus, Joseph, Mary,

To whom these Heavenly Likenesses were given ]
Come, Christians, come, sweet anthems weaving,
Come, young and old, come, gay or grieving,
Praise, praise with me,
Adoring and believing,
God's Family, God's Holy Family I

2.

Mid Nazareth's sequestered mountains

How lovely was the Household of the Three,

And by the desert's crystal fountains
What secret wonders did not angels see!
Come, Christians, come, sweet anthems weaving,
Come, young and old, come, gay or grieving,
Praise, praise with me,
Adoring and believing,
God's Family, God's Holy Family!

3..

Then by the dark Egyptian river,

Joseph, the Mother, and the marvellous Child, Heard the chill night-wind softly quiver In the tall palms or o'er the sandfields wild. Come, Christians, come, sweet anthems weaving, Come, young and old, come, gay or grieving, Praise, praise with me, Adoring and believing, God's Family, God's Holy Family!

4.

Bweet Family! swift years are speeding;

Thrice ten have passed o'er Nazareth's secret home:

Poor, weary world! it lies all bleeding:
AVhy should it wait? Why should not Jesus

come?

Come, Christians, come, sweet anthems weaving,
Come, young and old, come, gay or grieving,
Praise, praise with me,
Adoring and believing,
God's Family, God's Holy Family!

5.

Sweet Family! thy charms detain Him;

Thou savest Him from an untimely woe: Fronr men that would too soon have slain Him He hides in thee, God's Paradise below! Come, Christians, come, sweet anthems weaving, Come, young and old, come, gay or grieving, Praise, praise with me, Adoring and believing, God's Family, God's Holy Family!

6.

O House of Nazareth! Earth's Heaven!

Our households now are hallowed all by thee; All blessings come, all gifts are given, Because of thy dear Earthly Trinity; Come, Christians, come, sweet anthems weaving, Come, young and old, come, gay or grieving, Praise, praise with me, Adoring and believing, God's Family, God's Holy Family I

7.

Sing to the Three with jubilation!

Husbands and wives, parents and children sing! Sing to the House, from which salvation

Flows o'er your homes as from a hidden spring!
Come, Christians, come, sweet anthems weaving,
Come, yoiuig and old, come, gay or grieving,
Praise, praise with me,
Adoring and believing,
God's Family, God's Holy Family!

8.

Now praise, oh praise the sinless Mother,

Praise to that Household's gentle Master be; And, with the Child whom we call Brother, Weep, weep for joy of that dear Family! Come, Christians, come, sweet anthems weaving, Come, young and old, come, gay or grieving, Praise, praise with me, Adoring and believing, God's Family, God's Holy Family!

64.

THE BANNER OF THE HOLY FAMILY.

FOB THE CONFRATERNITY AT ST. ANNE'S,
SPITALFIELDS.

To arms! to arms! for God our King I

Hark how the sounds of battle ring I

Unfold the Banner! Raise it high,

Dear omen of our victory!

We come, and Sion's songs we sing;

We come, our hands and hearts we bring

Unto the Holy Family!

O Banner bright! how brave the light

Thy three fair blazoned Hearts are showing,

Where Jesus lovingly imparts

To Mary's and to Joseph's hearts

The light with which His Own is glo\i ing!

Raise, raise the Banner! wave on high

Its broidered folds against the sky,

Sons of the Holy Family!

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Hark! the sound of the fight hath gone forth,

And we must not tarry at home;
For our Lord from the south and the north

Hath commanded His soldiers to come.

To arms! to arms! for God our King!

Hark how the sounds of battle ring!

Unfold the Banner! Raise it high,

Dear omen of our victory!

We come, and Sion's songs we sing;

We come, our hands and hearts we bring

Unto the Holy Family!

O Banner bright! how brave the light

Thy three fair blazoned Hearts are showing,

Where Jesus lovingly imparts

To Mary's and to Joseph's hearts

The light with which His Own is glowing!

Raise, raise the Banner! wave on high

Its broidcred folds against the sky,

Sons of the Holy Family!

2.

We must on, with our Banner unfurled:

We must on, it is Jesus who leads: We must hasten to conquer the world

With the sign of the Lamb who bleeds!

To arms' to arms! for God, our King!
Hark how the sounds of battle ring!
Unfold the Banner! Raise it high,
Dear omen of our victory!