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Then, Jesu, grant us now to die with Thee,
With new-born hearts, oh! grant us now to rise, That so the world's vain pleasures we may flee,
And fix our hearts, our treasure, in the skies.
Now to the Father, and his only Son,
All praise and glory evermore be given.
(Dum morte victor obrutá.
The Lord hath burst the bonds of death,
And triumphed o'er the grave,
Master ye behold,
Remember how with joyful hearts
Ye swelled his faithful train,
Of His eternal reign.
of the cross,
But when He told
Your hearts to sad despair.
Oh! surely 'twas ordained for Him,
As Son of man to die,
As Son of God most high.
Our teacher from above:
And as we know, to love.
Who reigns supreme in heaven, And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Be endless glory given.
(Natus parenti redditus. No. 95.)
The Son, upon His Father's throne,
Is still your constant friend,
His Spirit shall descend.
He sends you forth abroad,
And call mankind to God.
is He will fortify your hearts,
Whatever toils betide, Though dark the way, and rough the path,
With foes on every side.
Though tyrants rage, though sinners scoff,
Their scorn, their threats, how vain
For whom to die is gain!
May steadfast faith, may joyful hope,
And never-failing love,
And lift your souls above !
To God the Father, God the Son,
Who calls us to the sky,
To all eternity*.
* The feast of St. Philip and St. James always comes between Easter and Whit Sunday; in the course of those fifty days, during which our Lord, after his rising from the dead, and before his ascension, showed himself to his disciples, and spoke to them of the things appertaining to the kingdom of God. Accordingly, each of these hymns refer to these particular circumstances. The first consoles the disciples under the prospect of their Lord's departure ; the second reminds them of the glorious consequences of his death; and the third sets forth to them their glorious career, as the publishers of his Gospel all over the world.
ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS.
(Christi, qui sedes Olympo. No. 96.)
O CHRIST, who in heaven
Hlast made thine abode, To whom there is given
Like glory with God,
The spirits of light,
Because of thy might:
Our own feeble lays,
Their chorus of praise.
Among them appeareth
Thy champion, O Lord, The victor that beareth
The glittering sword:
So stoutly in fight,
To his greater might:
Ile dared to rebel,
To nethermost hell.
The chief place thou bearest
The spirits among, Thou, Michael, fairest
Of all the bright throng : Round God's seat in glory
Ye all are arrayed, And ever before ye
His counsels are laid : The courses of nature
Ye order full well: Ye bear every creature
To heaven or to hell.
The heirs of salvation
Your succour receive, And strong consolation,
Whenever they grieve : When sickness assails us,
Ye save us from fear, When the breath of life fails us,
Ye still hover near ; And so when, life ended,
Our spirits take flight, By you they're attended
To regions of light.
Oh ! let the Creator
Our praises embrace, The Father of nature, The Father of
grace : The like adoration
To him be assigned,