Who purchased salvation. And life for mankind : The Spirit extol, Who comforts and raises And strengthens the soul. Amen. ALL SAINTS. (Spousa Christi, quæ per orbem. No. 97.) SPOUSE of Christ, to whom 'tis given, Let this festive day combining Leader of the ransomed nation, See the ministering spirits, All the blessed angelic throng, Princes of the host of heaven, See the twelve the chorus swell, Who, with power by Jesus given, Judge the tribes of Israel. See each life-despising martyr Holds his blood-stained vest on high, See the faithful, all collected, All with joy their voices rearing, Happy saints, with every blessing, May we ever walk before Him Here on earth in faithful love : May we see him, and adore Him, Amen. FOR PARTICULAR OCCASIONS. FOR A MINISTER. (Jesu, sacerdotum decus. No. 98.) O CHRIST, who art our Pastor's Lord, "Tis his to know them, and to lead To pastures where their souls feed: may 'Tis theirs to follow, and receive The food of life his hands shall give. 'Tis his to search both night and day He guards the fold from beasts of prey, Oh! may the shepherd and the flock FOR A DEPARTED SAINT. NOCTURN. (Summi pusillus grex Patris. No. 99.) THOU little flock, whose Shepherd is above, Are ye not partners of his future reign? How many saints, who now surround his throne, Were once, like you, with cares and sorrows worn; Their griefs unnoticed, and their joys unknown, They dared not murmur, and they would not mourn. They bore the cherished burden of the cross, The inward bursts of passion or of pride, They sought with prayer and watching to subdue, With many a comfort, to themselves denied, The path of indigence they loved to strew. 1 Eternal Father of the world, FOR A YOUNG WOMAN. (0 Virgo, pectus cui sacrum. No. 102.) BLEST child of God, thy hallow'd soul From earthly ties set free, Soon felt God's grace a source of love Deceitful pleasure ne'er could lead Thy steadfast steps astray: For thou wast ever following Where Jesus led the way. So soon, so well, thy heart was taught That thou for him wast well content Things earthly to despise. How blest thy lot, to whom, e'en now, Among God's saints 'tis given, To God the Father, God the Son, |