II. JESU! the very thought of thee Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O hope of every contrite heart, To those who fall how kind thou art! But what to those who find? ah! this The love of Jesus, what it is, Jesu! our only joy be thou, As thou our prize wilt be: Jesu! be thou our glory now, And through eternity. Amen, III. Now with the fast-departing light, No phantom of the night molest ; That we in chaste repose may rest. Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, Amen. IV. AGAIN the Sunday morn But Christ yet brighter shone, When first the world sprang forth, And bath'd in streams of purest light ;- But oh what love-when Christ, His new-created world The mighty Maker view'd, With thousand lovely tints adorn'd; But oh, much more he joy'd From its impurity. Nature each day renews Her beauty evermore; Whence to God's hidden Majesty The soul is taught to soar. But Christ, the Light of all, The Father's image blest, Blest Trinity! vouchsafe That to thy guidance true, What thou forbiddest, we may shun; What thou commandest, do. V. COME, O Creator Spirit blest! Great Paraclete! to thee we cry, Thou in thy sevenfold gifts art known; Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love; Far from us drive the foe we dread, Oh, may thy grace on us bestow, And thee through endless times confess'd, Of both th' eternal Spirit blest. All glory while the ages run Be to the Father, and the Son Who rose from death; the same to thee, O Holy Ghost, eternally. Amen. G O'ERWHELM'D in depths of woe, See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend; See! down his face, and neck, and breast, His sacred Blood descend. Come! fall before his Cross Who shed for us his blood; Who died the victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. Jesu! all praise to thee, Our joy and endless rest! Be thou our guide while pilgrims here, Our crown amid the blest. Hymns at Benediction. O salutaris. O SALUTARIS Hostia, Quæ cœli pandis ostium Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen. O saving Victim, opening wide The gate of heav'n to man below! [side; Our foes press on from every Thine aid supply, thy strength bestow. To thy great name be endless praise, Immortal Godhead, one in three ! [of days Oh, grant us endless length In our true native land with thee. Amen. |