sorrow may be found.
No grief, no care, no toil.

3.
There lust and lucre cannot dwell,
There envy bears not sway,
There is no hunger, heat or cold
But pleasure ev'ry way.

4.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God 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 God's most holy sight?

2.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold;

3.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
'Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near;

4.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
I want to sin no more;
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;

5.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
I greatly long to see
The special place my dearest Lord
In love prepares for me;

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No. 121

THE CHURCH

Faith of our Fathers
Fideles ad mortem

Father Faber
Nicola. A. Montani

Maestoso, ben marcato

1.
Faith of our Fathers: living still
In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene'er we hear that glorious word.

Refrain
Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith!
We will be true to thee till death.

2.
Our Fathers, chained in prisons dark,
Were still in heart and conscience free:
How sweet would be their children's fate,
If they, like them, could die for thee!

3.
Faith of our Fathers! We will love
Both friend and foe in all our strife:
And preach thee too, as love knows how
By kindly words and virtuous life:

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No. 122

THE CHURCH

Long Live the Pope

Hymn for the Pope
Rt. Rev. Msgr. Hugh T. Henry, Litt. D.
H. G. Ganss

Maestoso

1.
Long live the Pope! His praises sound again and yet again:
His rule is over space and time; His throne the hearts of men:
All hail! The Shepherd King of Rome, The theme of loving song:
Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong.
Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong.

2.
Beleaguered by the foes of earth, Beset by hosts of hell,
He guards the loyal flock of Christ, A watchful sentinel: