SUNDAY MORNING
Ad templa nos rursus vocat. AGAIN the Sunday morn Calls us to prayer and praise, Waking our hearts to gratitude With its enlivening rays. But Christ yet brighter shone, Quenching the morning beam, When triumphing from death He rose, And…
HYMN FOR CONFIRMATION
MY God, accept my heart this day, And make it always Thine, — That I from Thee no more may stray, No more from Thee decline. Before the cross of Him who died, Behold, I prostrate fall: Let every sin…
HIS SACRED FEET
Maria castis osculis. His sacred feet with tears of agony She bathes; and prostrate on the earth adores; Steeps them in kisses chaste, and wipes them dry With her own hair; then forth her precious ointment pours. Praise in the…
NOW WITH THE RISING GOLDEN DAWN
Lux ecce surgit aurea. Now with the rising golden dawn, Let us, the children of the day, Cast off the darkness which so long Has led our guilty souls astray. Oh, may the morn, so pure, so clear, Its own…
Ο BLEST CREATOR
Rerum Creator optime. O BLEST Creator of the world, Look in Thy pity down; Nor let the guilty sleep of sin Our souls in torpor drown. Lord of all holiness, may we Find mercy in Thy sight! Who, to set…
THE PASSION
Mœrentes oculi spargite lachrymas. Now let us sit and weep, And fill our hearts with woe; Pondering the shame and torments deep Which God from wicked men did undergo. See how the multitude, With swords and staves, draw nigh; See…
SUNDAY
Primo die quo Trinitas. THIS day the blessed Trinity The universe began; This day the world’s Creator rose, O’ercoming death for man. Casting betimes dull sloth away, We too will rise by night, And, with the Prophet, seek the Lord…
DREAD FRAMER OF THE EARTH
Æterne rerum conditor. DREAD FRAMER of the earth and sky, Who dost the light and darkness give, And all the cheerful change supply Of alternating morn and eve! Light of the midnight traveller! Who dost divide the day from night!…
BURIAL OF THE DEAD
Day of Wrath! Oh, day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets’ warning! Heaven and earth in ashes burning! Oh, what fear man’s bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth. On Whose sentence all dependeth! Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,…
O FAITHFUL CROSS!
O FAITHFUL CROSS! O noblest tree! In all our woods there’s none like thee: No earthly groves, no shady bowers, Produce such leaves, such fruit, such flowers. Sweet are the nails, and sweet the wood. That bears a weight so…