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THE SACRED HEART

All ye who seek a comfort sure

(Old Office of the Sacred Heart) Translated by Father Caswall Nicola A. Montani

Maestoso

1.

All ye who seek a comfort sure In trouble and distress, Whatever sorrow vex the mind, Or guilt the soul oppress: Jesus, who gave Himself for you Upon the Cross to die, Opens to you His sacred Heart; Oh, to that Heart draw nigh!

2.

Ye hear how kindly He invites; Ye hear His words so blest: "All ye that labor, come to Me, And I will give you rest."

What meeker than the Saviour's Heart?

As on the Cross He lay; It did His murderers forgive, And for their pardon pray.

3.

O Heart! Thou joy of Saints on high, Thou Hope of sinners here!

Attracted by these loving words, To Thee I lift my pray'r.

Wash Thou my wounds in that dear Blood Which forth from Thee doth flow, New grace, new hope, inspire; a new And better heart bestow.

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THE SACRED HEART

A Message from the Sacred Heart

Father M. Russell Nicola A. Montani

Allegro Moderato

1.

A message from the Sacred Heart; What may its message be?

"My Child, My Child, give Me thy heart My Heart has bled for thee."

This is the message Jesus sends To my poor heart today, And eager from His Throne He bends To hear what I shall say.

2.

A message to the Sacred Heart; Oh, bear it back with speed; "Come, Jesus, reign within my heart Thy Heart is all I need."

Thus, Lord, I'll pray until I share That home whose joy Thou art; No message, dearest Jesus, there, For heart will speak to heart.

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THE SACRED WOUNDS

There is an everlasting home

M. Bridges M. Mattoni

Slowly

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There is an everlasting home Where contrite souls may hide, Where death and danger dare not come The Saviour's side.

2.

It was cleft of matchless love Open'd when He had died: When mercy hailed in worlds above That wounded Side.

3.

Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me, The grave of all my pride; Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee, Thy shelt'ring Side.

4.

There issued forth a double flood, The sin atoning tide, In streams of water and of blood From that dear Side.

5.

There is the only fount of bliss, In joy and sorrow tried; No refuge for the heart like this A Saviour's Side.

6.

Thither the Church, thro' all her days Points as a faithful guide; And celebrates with ceaseless praise That spear-pierced Side.

7.

There is the golden gate of heav'n, An entrance for the Bride, Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n Through Jesus' Side.

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THE SACRED WOUNDS