1 YES, Heaven is the prize My soul shall strive to gain; One glimpse of Paradise Repays a life of pain. 'Tis Heav'n; yes, Heav'n; yes, Heaven is the prize; 'Tis Heav'n; 'tis Heav'n; yes, Heaven is the prize. 2 Yes, Heaven is the prize! My soul, O think of this; All earthly goods despise For such a crown of bliss. 'Tis Heav'n, &c. 3 Yes, Heaven is the prize! When sorrows press around, Look up beyond the skies, Where hope and strength are found. 'Tis Heav'n, &c. 4 Yes. Heaven is the prize! O, 'tis not hard to gain; 5 Yes, Heaven is the prize! The strife will soon be past: 6 Yes, Heaven is the prize! 7 Yes, Heaven is the prize! Too much cannot be given; And he alone is wise Who gives up all for Heaven. 'Tis Heav'n, &c. 8 Yes, Heaven is the prize! To God for evermore. 53. Jesus, my God and my all. 1 O JESUS, Jesus, dearest Lord, So vile a heart as mine 2 O light in darkness, joy in grief, O Heaven begun on earth; Jesus, my love, my treasure, who Can tell what Thou art worth? For Thou to me art all in all, My honour and my wealth, Love Thee with such a love as My heart's desire, my body's this, And make so free with Thine. strength, My soul's eternal health. 55. anxious heart. Sweet Light of our eternal home, Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep. 1 LOVING Shepherd of Thy sheep, Loving Shepherd, Thou didst give 2 Loving Shepherd, ever near, From the strait and narrow way. Walking in Thy steps below; Then before Thy Father's throne, Jesu, claim me for Thine own. loving hearts. 2 We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still; We drink of Thee, Thou Fountainhead, And thirst our souls from Thee O Jesus, ever with us stay, Chase Thou the night of sin away, 61. 1 LIGHT of the soul, O Saviour blest, 2 Son of the Father, Lord most high, 3 O Light of light celestial, Come in Thy hidden majesty; 4 To Jesus from the proud conceal'd, O Jesu, my beloved King. 1 O JESU, my beloved King, From this pure fount I draw! 62. My Shepherd is My wand'ring heart and will. 2 By this to me is open'd wide, Through death's inviting door, the living God. 2 I fear no ill; for Thou, O Lord, Uphold my fainting heart. For long bright years shall be 64. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord; on every height Ye angel hosts, ye stars of night, Praise to the Highest from the earth, 3 O fire and vapour, hail and snow, Ye mountains, rocks, to heav'n that rise; All things of life that wing the skies, 3 Ye judges, rulers, kings, whose hand O youths and virgins of the land; Praise ye His name, to whom alone My God, I love Thee. (Hymn of St. F. Xavier.) 1 My God, I love Thee, not be 2 Then why, O Blessed Jesu Should I not love Thee well; Ev'n so I love Thee, and will love, And |