EXULT all hearts with gladness
At sound of Jesu's Name;
What other hath such sweetness,
Or such delight can claim?
O Jesu, Health of sinners,
Be present to our pray'r;
The wand'rer's Guide become
Thou,
And us Thy people spare.
2 Thy Name, may it defend us,
Our stay in peril prove;
And perfect us in blessing,
And every stain remove.
For Thee, O Christ, all glory
In this blest Name doth shine
Thy honour be our worship,
Ŏ Jesu, Lord benign.
Come, Holy Spirit.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, from the height
Of heav'n send down Thy blessed light;
Come, Father of the friendless poor,
Giver of gifts, and Light of hearts;
Come with that unction which imparts
Such consolations as endure.
2 The soul's refreshment and her guest,
Shelter in heat, in labour rest,
The sweetest solace in our woe;
Come, blissful Light, O, come and fill,
In all Thy faithful, heart and will,
And make our inward fervour glow.
3 Where Thou art, Lord, there is no ill,
For evil's self Thy light can kill:
Oh, let that light upon us rise;
Lord, heal our wounds and cleanse our stains,
Fountain of grace, and with Thy rains
Our barren spirits fertilise.
4 Bend with Thy fires our stubborn will,
And quicken what the world would chill,
And homeward call the feet that stray:
Virtue's reward, and final grace,
The Eternal Vision face to face,-
Spirit of Love, for these we pray,
5 Come, Holy Spirit, bid us live;
To those who trust Thy mercy give
Joys that through endless ages flow:
Thy various gifts, foretastes of heaven,
Those that are named Thy Sacred Seven,
On us, O God of love, bestow. Alleluia.
1 COME, O Creator Spirit blest,
And in our souls take up Thy rest;
Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made.
2 Great Paraclete, to Thee we cry,
O highest gift of God most high,
O Fount of life, O fire of love,
And sweet anointing from above.
3 Thou in Thy sevenfold gifts art known;
The finger of God's hand we own;
The promise of the Father Thou,
Who dost the tongue with pow'r endow.
4 Our senses kindle from above,
And make our hearts o'erflow with love;
With patience firm and virtue high
The weakness of our flesh supply.
5 Drive far from us the foe we dread,
And grant us Thy true peace instead;
So shall we not, with Thee for guide,
Turn from the path of life aside.
6 O, may Thy grace on us bestow
The Father and the Son to know,
And Thee through endless times confess'd
Of Both th' eternal Spirit blest.
7 All glory, while the ages run,
Be to the Father, and the Son
Who rose from death; the same to Thee,
O Holy Ghost eternally.
Hark, an awful voice is sounding.
1 CREATOR of the starry frame;
Eternal Light of all who live;
Jesu, Redeemer of mankind,
An ear to Thy poor suppliants give.
2 When man was sunk in sin and death,
Lost in the depth of Satan's snare,
Love brought Thee down to cure our ills,
By taking of those ills a share.
3 Thou, for the sake of guilty men,
Causing Thine own pure blood to flow,
Didst issue from Thy Virgin-shrine,
And to the Cross a Victim go.
1 So great the glory of Thy might,
If we but chance Thy name to sound,
At once all Heav'n and Hell unite
In bending low with awe profound.
5 Great Judge of all, in that last day,
When friends shall fail and foes combine,
Be present then with us, we pray,
To guard us with Thy arm divine.
6 To God the Father and the Son
All praise and pow'r and glory be,
With Thee, O holy Comforter,
Henceforth through all eternity.
17. Thou who didst leave Thy Father's breast.
1 THOU who didst leave Thy Father's breast,
Eternal Word sublime,
And cam'st to aid a world distress'd
In Thine appointed time;
Our hearts enlighten, Lord, we pray,
And kindle with Thy love;
That, dead to earthly things, we may
Live but to things above.
2 So, when before the Judgment-seat
The sinner hears his doom,
And when a voice divinely sweet
Shall call the righteous home;
Safe from the burning fiery flood
That sweeps the dread abyss,
May we behold the face of God'
In everlasting bliss.
1 JESU, Creator of the world;
Of all mankind Redeemer blest;
True God of God, in whom we see
The Father's Image clear express'd.
2 That self-same love which made the sky,
Which made the sea, and stars, and earth,
Took pity on our misery,
And broke the bondage of our birth.
3 O Jesu, in Thy Heart divine
Shall that same love for ever glow,-
For ever mercy to mankind
From that exhaustless fountain flow.
4 For this Thy sacred Heart was pierced,
And both with blood and water ran;
To cleanse us from the stains of guilt,
And be the hope and strength of man.
5 To God the Father and the Son,
All praise and power and glory be,
With Thee, O holy Paraclete,
Henceforth through all eternity.
1 O JESU, Saviour of the world,
Who ere the earliest dawn of light,
From all eternity wast born,
Immense in glory as in might;
Immortal hope of all mankind,
In whom the Father's face we see ;
Hear Thou the prayers Thy people pour
This day throughout the world to Thee.
2 Remember, O Creator Lord,
That in the Virgin's sacred womb
Thou wast conceiv'd, and of her flesh
Didst our mortality assume.
This ever-blest returning day
Its witness bears that all alone,
From Thy own Father's bosom forth
To save the world Thou camest down.
30 Day! to which the seas and sky
And earth and heav'n glad welcome sing;
O Day! which heal'd our misery,
And brought on earth salvation's King.
We too, O Lord, who have been cleans'd
In Thy own fount of blood divine,
Present our tribute of sweet song
On this blest natal day of Thine.
4 O Jesu, born of Virgin bright,
Immortal glory be to Thee;
Praise to the Father infinite,
And Holy Ghost eternally.
None of all the noblest cities.
1 NONE of all the noblest cities,
Bethlem, can with thee compare;
Thou alone the Lord from heav'n
Didst for us incarnate bear.
Fairer than the beam of morning
Was the star that told His birth,
To the lands their God announcing
Hid beneath a form of earth.
2 By its rays divinely guided,
See the Eastern kings appear;
See them bend their gifts to offer,
Gifts of incense, gold, and myrrh.
Sacred types of mystic meaning:
Incense doth the God disclose, Gold a royal child proclaimeth,
Myrrh a future tomb foreshows. 3 Holy Jesu, in Thy brightness
To the Gentile world reveal'd, Still to babes Thyself disclosing, Ever from the proud conceal'd. Honour, glory, virtue, merit,
Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son, With the Father and the Spirit, While eternal ages run.
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