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The holy Dove,
Who makes us meet
For the blessed seat
Of God above.


(Dies iræ, dies illa. No. 107.)

Oh, that day of wrath dismaying,
Banner of the cross displaying,
Heaven and earth in ashes laying!

Who shall then refrain from fearing,
When the Judge, in clouds appearing,
Cometh for the awful hearing ?
Hark! the trump with voice astounding,
Through the hollow graves rebounding,
The tremendous summons-sounding !
See the world with terror shaken,
When each creature shall awaken,
That his trial may be taken.
See the book, wherein collected,
Lie the sins of each detected,
With their final doom connected.

See the Judge his sentence giving,
Nothing undiscovered leaving,
All their righteous doom receiving.

What shall I be then replying,
To what friend for succour flying,
When e'en saints for fear are sighing ?
Thou, great King of all salvation,
Source of love, and free salvation,
Thou shalt hear my supplication.
Oh! remember, Lord of heaven,
Thou for me to death was given;
Shall I then to hell be driven?

Me with weary steps thou soughtest,
Me with sufferings thou boughtest,
Finish then the work thou wroughtest.
Thou who righteously repayest,
Save me, turn me, while thou mayest,
While my doom thou yet delayest.

Groanings from my heart out-breaking,
Blushes deep my shame bespeaking,
I thy mercy, Lord, am seeking.
Her the sinner thou forgavest,
Een the dying thief thou savest,
Hope herein for me thou leavest.
Prayer alone cannot retrieve me,
But do thou in love forgive me,
And from endless flames relieve me.

With thy sheep do thou reward me,
On thy right a place afford me,
From the goats in mercy ward me.

When th' accursed, their sentence given
Are to dreadful torments driven.


ransomed soul in heaven.

This I pray, devoutly sighing,
Meekly on thy grace relying,
Leave me not when I am dying.

On that day of wrath appalling,
When, the world around him falling,
Man shall come before thy throne,
Oh! may mercy then be shewn;
Holy Jesu, Lord, we pray,
May we rest with thee that day.


(Te Deum Patrem colimus. No. 108.)

ALMIGHTY Father, just and good,

We humbly seek thy face:
We praise thee for our daily food,

And for thy gifts of grace.

O Jesu! we thy name adore,

Thou Son of God most high, Who once for us didst not abhor

Within the womb to lie.

Stretched on the cross, thou once didst bow

'Neath sin's tremendous load, And thus, our only Saviour, thou

Didst bring us back to God.

And thou, blest Spirit, shall be praised,

Thou Comforter from heaven:
To thee shall joyful songs be raised,

And endless thanks be given.

Triune Jehovah ! all unite,

Here and in realms above,
To celebrate thy matchless might,

And thine eternal love.




My God, and is thy table spread,

And doth thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all thy children led,

And let them all thy sweetness know.

Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes,

Rich banquet of his flesh and blood,
Thrice happy he, who here partakes

That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
Why are its dainties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts displayed ?
Was not for you the victim slain,

you forbid the children's bread ?

Oh, let thy table honoured be,

And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,

That here its sacred pledges tastes !

Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared,

With hearts inflamed, let all attend :
Nor when we leave our Father's board,

The pleasure or the profit end.

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