Part 37
1.
Out of the depths to Thee, O Lord, I cry, Lord! Gracious turn Thine ear to suppliant sigh; If sins of men Thou scann'st, who may stand That searching eye of Thine, and chast'ning hand?
2.
Oh, bear our pray'rs and sighs, Redeemer blest, And grant Thy holy souls eternal rest And let perpetual light upon them shine; For tho' not spotless, still these souls are Thine.
3.
To be appeased in wrath, dear Lord, is Thine; Thou mercy with Thy justice canst combine; Thy blood our countless stains can wash away: This is Thy, law our hope and steadfast stay.
4.
This G.o.d Himself shall come from Heav'n above, The Christ! The G.o.d of mercy and of love!
He comes, He comes! The G.o.d Incarnate He!
And by His glorious death makes all men free!
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No. 118
HEAVEN
Jerusalem the Golden Urbs Sion aurea
Bernard of Cluny J. Grabowski Translated by J. M. Neale Arr. by N. A. M.
Con Moto
1.
Jerusalem the Golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest; I know not--Oh, I know not What joys await us there; What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare.
2.
They stand, those Halls of Sion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an Angel, And all the Martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, His light is always seen; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.
3.
There is the throne of David, And bliss without alloy; The shout of them that triumph, The song of festal joy; And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
4.
O sweet and blessed country, The home of G.o.d's elect!
O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with G.o.d the Father, And Spirit, ever blest.
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No. 119
HEAVEN
Jerusalem, my happy home
L. Anderson, S. J.
From an Italian Hymnal
Modrato (alla breve)
1.
Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have and end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
2.
O happy harbor of the Saints, O sweet and pleasant soil: In thee no sorrow may be found.
No grief, no care, no toil.
3.
There l.u.s.t and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears not sway, There is no hunger, heat or cold But pleasure ev'ry way.
4.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, G.o.d grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same, Partaker, aye to be.
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No. 120
HEAVEN
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Father Faber From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M.
Moderato
1.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land, Where they that loved are blest:
Refrain Where loyal hearts and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture thro' and thro'
In G.o.d's most holy sight?
