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Let us the Father know by thee:
By thee, the Son, our Saviour, see.
And still hold fast our saving creed
In Thee who dost from both proceed.

May praise to God the Father swell
And to the Son who rose from hell.
The same we'll pay to thee, dear Lord-
Our holy Paraclete ador'd.

VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS: FOR WHIT SUNDAY.

Come, Holy Ghost: to us send down,
Refulgent from thy heavenly throne,

Thy guiding influence, pure and bright:
Thou poor man's father, hear our call;
Come, thou who givest good to all;
Come, thou, the soul's best joy and light!

Come, thou, of comforters the best,
The pious happy spirit's guest,
Refreshment and sole strength in fears.
'Mid every toil thou givest rest;
Sweet calm to man's o'erheated breast;
True comfort in his doubts and tears.

O blessed Light! to thee we pray;
Pour gently down thy saving ray

On all who firmly trust in thee.
Without thy grace, can man attain
No single good: he strives in vain :--
He cannot even harmless be.

Wash every stain sin leaves behind;
Rain dew upon the arid mind;

The spirit's wounds and bruises heal.
Make stubborn reason humbly bow;
Illume it with a heavenly glow;

To thee make doubt obedient kneel.
Grant to thy faithful, dearest Lord!
Whose only trust is thy sure word,
Thy sevenfold gifts of grace and love;
Grant patience, peace, forbearance mild,
Meek charity, joy undefiled,

Hope here, and lasting bliss above.

JAM SOL RECEDIT: FOR TRINITY SUNDAY.
Now lowly sinks the fiery sun;
But Thou, eternal light-thou One
United Trinity, impart

Thy light of love to every heart.

To thee, at morn, our songs shall swell;
At eve, our hearts on thee shall dwell.
And may our praise hereafter rise
And blend with heaven's own symphonies.
To God the Father and the Son,
And Holy Spirit, three in one,

May holiest praises still ascend

Through coming years, and never end.

PANGE LINGUA: FOR CORPUS CHRISTI.

Loudly sing my tongue! proclaiming
All the mystery of faith.

His body and his blood adoring,
Born a virgin womb beneath,
Which the King of all surrendered
To redeem a world from death.
Born for us, for us descending
'Neath a purest virgin zone-
In the world he dwelt, and taught us
Till the seeds of truth were sown.
`Then his parting love and blessing
Was in wondrons manner shown.
When for the last time reclining

Round the board that awful night,
When the legal pasch was eaten,
When fulfilled was ev'ry rite-
Then to his wond'ring twelve disciples,
He gave himself with heavenly might.
The Word made flesh for man's redemption,
Made, by a word, true flesh of bread;
And wine became the blood of Jesus:-
Sense would not be captive led :

But truthful hearts vain reason master-
Faith believes what'er He said.

Mighty Sacrament! adore it,
Praise it all on bended knee !

Ancient rites give way before it— *

Worlds in this new faith agree. What though reason falter o'er it ?— Faith will solve the mystery.

*So ancient is this hymn, that Jewish rites are here alluded to.

AVE MARIS STELLA: TO THE B. V. M.

Praise be to the Father given;

Praise-but praise him not alone.
Greeting, honour, triumph, even
Thanks and blessing to the Son.
To whom proceeds from both in heaven,
Be an equal homage done.

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AVE MARIS STELLA: TO THE VIRGIN MARY.

Hail, Sea-star! we bless thee,
God's Mother confess thee.
Virgin pure, immortal;
Heaven's happy portal.

Sin by woman enter'd-
Hope in thee was center'd.
Woman now has freed us;
Give us peace and heed us.

Sin repentant whiten;
Darksome hearts enlighten;
Far be evil driven;
Every good be given.

Oh, wouldst thou protect us,
Christ would not reject us.
He, the Son who chose thee,
He would not oppose thee.

Virgin, strange and holy,
Meek, and pure, and lowly;
Oh may we inherit

Thy chaste humble spirit!

May our lives be quiet,
Far from sin and riot;
Praise to Christ upsending
With thy praises blending.
Father, God, we bless thee;
Jesus, we confess thee;
Equal praise be given

The Holy Ghost in heaven.

EXULTET ORBIS: ON FESTIVALS OF APOSTLES.

Exult, thou world, exult with praise!
Ye heavens, ring back the songs we raise!
Join now ye earth, skies, stars, and all,
To greet the Apostle's festival.
Ye judges of the world, ye lights

To guide mankind its heavenward way-
High plac'd on hills and beacon heights-
Oh list the vows thy suppliants pay.
Ye who can ope the gates of heaven,
Or firmly close them with a word-
Oh may your favouring help be given
To lead us upwards to the Lord.
Health, languor, ailings, all obey

Your summons still, as once on earth;
Oh heal our fainting minds, we pray-
Encrease our strength, give sterling worth.
That when this fleeting world is o'er,

And Christ, the judge, shall all survey; We then may stand, with hope before

His throne, and tend his joyous way.

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