« PreviousContinue »
But we are lingering here,
2 Thou art gone up on high;
Through earth's most bitter misery
3 Thou art gone up on high;
With all the bright ones of the sky
Lord, by Thy saving power
So make us live and die,
At Thy right hand on high.
83 7. 7.7. 7. 7.7.
1 nOME, Thou Holy Spirit, come, \J And from Thine eternal home
Shed the ray of light Divine; Come, Thou Father of the poor^ Come, Thou Source of all our store
Come, within our bosoms shine.
2 Thou of comforters the best,
Sweet refreshment here below!
In our labour rest most sweet,
3 O most Blessed Light Divine,
And our inmost being fill;
All our good is turned to ill.
4 Heal our wounds; our strength renew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Guide the steps that go astray.
5 On the faithful, who adore
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend;
Give them joys that never end.
HEN' God of old came down from heaven, In power and wrath He came; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame:
2 But when He came the second time, He came in power and love; Softer than gale at morning prime
3 The fires that rushed on Sinai down,
In sudden torrents dread,
4 And as on Israel's awe-struck ear
The voice exceeding loud,
5 So, when the Spirit of our God
Came down His flock to find,
6 It fills the Church of God; it fills
The sinful world around;
7 Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power,
Open our ears to hear;
1 ILL hail, adored Trinity!
0 God the Father, God the Son,
2 Behold to Thee, this festal day,
That sweetest work of praising Thee.
3 Three Persons praise we evermore,
4 O Trinity l O Unity!
Be present as we worship Thee;
88 L- u.
1 T)ARENT of all, whose love displayed
2 Fain would we chant to Thee the song,
Is chanted by Thy heavenly train,
3 Taught by Thy word, this festal day
4 That still our lips Thy praise may show, And with Thy holy Church below, Above with Thy angelic host,
Sing Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
LL ye who seek for sure relief
2 Jesus, who gave Himself for you,
Upon the cross to die,
3 Ye hear how kindly He invites;
Ye hear His words so blest,— "All ye that labour, come to Me, And I will give you rest."
4 O Jesus, Joy of saints on high,
Thou Hope of sinners here,
5 Wash Thou my wounds in that dear blood
Which forth from Thee doth flow;
88 c. M.
1 1 ALMIGHTY Father, God of grace,
In folly from Thy paths have turned,
2 Sins of omission and of act
Through all our lives abound:
3 Oh spare us, Lord, in mercy spare;
And man's transgressions bore.
4 And grant, O Father, for His sake,
That we, through all our days,