Part 4
4.
Sleep, Holy Babe, O s.n.a.t.c.h Thy brief repose; Too quickly will Thy slumber break, And Thou to lengthened pains awake, That death alone shall close.
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No. 15
THE MOST HOLY NAME
O Jesus, Thou the beauty art Jesu, decus Angelic.u.m
St. Bernard Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani
Andante religioso
1.
O Jesus, Thou the beauty art Of Angel worlds above; Thy name is music to the heart Inflaming it with love Celestial sweetness unalloy'd Who eat Thee hunger still; Who drink of Thee still feel a void Which naught but Thee canst fill.
2.
O my sweet Jesus, hear the sighs Which unto Thee I send; To Thee mine inmost spirit cries, My being's hope and end.
Stay with us Lord, with Thy light Illume the soul's abyss; Dispel the darkness of the night And fill the world with bliss.
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No 16.
THE MOST HOLY NAME
To the Name that brings salvation Processional
Dr. J. M. Neale Nicola A. Montani
Moderato
1.
To the Name that brings salvation, Honor, worship, let us pay Which for many a generation Hid in G.o.d's foreknowledge lay.
But with holy exultation We may sing aloud today.
2.
Name of gladness, Name of pleasure, By this tongue ineffable Name of sweetness pa.s.sing measure To the ear delectable, 'Tis our safeguard and our treasure, 'Tis our help 'gainst sin and h.e.l.l.
3.
'Tis the Name for adoration, 'Tis the Name of victory, 'Tis the Name for meditation In this vale of misery, 'Tis the Name for veneration By the citizens on high.
4.
'Tis the Name that whoso preaches Finds it music to the ear; Who in pray'r this Name beseeches Sweetest comfort findeth near; Who its perfect wisdom reacheth Heav'nly joy possesseth here.
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No. 17
THE MOST HOLY NAME
Jesus the very thought of Thee Jesu, dulcis memoria
St. Bernard Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody
Religioso
1.
Jesus the very though of Thee, With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy Face to see And in Thy presence rest.
2.
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind.
3.
O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek.
4.
Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; O Jesus, be our glory now And through eternity.
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No. 18
LENT AND Pa.s.sIONTIDE
He Who once, in righteous vengeance Ira justa conditoris
(Feast of the Precious Blood)
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall J. Mohr Arr. by N. A. M.
Moderato
1.
He who once, in righteous vengeance, Whelm'd the world beneath the flood, Once again in mercy cleansed it With the stream of His own Blood, Coming from His throne on high On the painful cross to die.
2.
Blest with this all saving shower, Earth her beauty straight resumed; In the place of thorns and briers Myrtles sprang and roses bloom'd Bitter wormwood of the waste Into honey changed its taste.
