So those on whom is duly poured Theirs is the holy purity And meekness of the dove: Lord, if thou hast removed our stain In that most holy flood, May no fresh sin destroy again Praise to the Son, through whom alone SEPTUAGESIMA. (Te læta mundi conditor. No. 56.) THOU, great Creator, art possessed, To lift to Thee their ceaseless songs. But we must toil and toil again, Oh, Thou, who wilt forgiving be, Let faith and hope bring due relief, 3 SEXAGESIMA. (Rebus creatis nil egens. No. 57.) OUR God, in His celestial seat, In glory and in power complete, To make that power and glory known, The elements, before unmade, To celebrate their Maker's praise. But e'en while thus the world comes forth, In all the beauty of its birth, His mind hath in itself unfurled Another and a nobler world. Its builder is His only Son, In heaven at length, when time is o'er, Oh, God the Father, God the Son, QUINQUAGESIMA. (Vos ante Christi tempora. No. 58.) Он, ye, who followed Christ in love, Oh, how can words of equal worth Ye found the world an empty show; The heart, O God, that loves Thee well, Praise to the Father, and the Son SEASON BEFORE LENT. (Alleluia! dulce carmen. No. 59.) ALLELUIA! best and sweetest Of the hymns of praise above! Angel host, these notes of love, While your golden harps ye move. Alleluia! Church victorious, Join the concert of the sky! Alleluia! bright and glorious, Lift, ye saints, this strain on high! Join not yet your melody. Alleluia! strains of gladness Suit not souls with anguish teen = Alleluia! sounds of sadness Best become our state forlorn: We with bitter tears must mourn. But our earnest supplication, Holy God, we raise to thee: Make us all thy joys to see! Ours at length this strain shall be. OR THUS. Alleluia! dulce carmen. On! glorious is the song Of everlasting praise, When all the angel throng Their joyful chorus raise : Alleluia! When seraphs sing u too, Jerusalem, The concert thou may'st join, nd this may be the theme Of every saint of thine: |