And yet, amid the din and strife, The clash of mace and sword,
He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord,
He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord.

3.
His signet is the Fisherman's; No sceptre does he bear;
In meek and lowly majesty He rules from Peter's Chair:
And yet from ev'ry tribe and tongue, From clime and zone,
Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne,
Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne,

4.
Then raise the chant, with heart and voice, In church and school and home:
"Long live the Shepherd of the Flock! Long live the Pope of Rome!"
Almighty Father, bless his work, Protect him in his ways,
Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days,"
Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days."

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No. 123

THE CHURCH

Blest is the Faith

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Maestoso

1.
Blest is the Faith, divine and strong
Of thanks and praise and endless fountain,
Whose life is one perpetual song,
High up the Saviour's holy mountain.

Refrain
Oh, Sion's songs are sweet to sing,
With melodies of gladness laden;
Hark! how the harps of angels ring,
Hail! Son of Man! Hail Mother Maiden

2.
Blest is the Hope that holds to God,
In doubt and darkness still unshaken,
And sings along the heav'nly road,
Sweetest when most it seem forsaken.

3.
Blest is the Love that cannot love
Aught that earth gives of best and brightest;
Whose raptures thrill like saints' above,
Most when its earthly gifts are lightest.

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No. 124

FOR CHILDREN

Hear Thy Children, gentle Jesus

Father Stanfield
M. Haydn
Arr. by N. A. M.

Animato

1.
Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus,
While we breath our daily prayer,
Save us from all harm and danger,
Take us 'neath Thy shelt'ring care.
Save us from the wiles of Satan,
'Mid the lone and sleepful night,
Sweetly may bright Guardian Angels
Keep us 'neath their watchful sight.

2.
Gentle Jesus, look in pity,
From Thy great white throne above;
All the night Thy Heart is wakeful,
In Thy Sacrament of love.
Shades of even fast are falling,
Day is fading into gloom,
When the shades of death fall 'round us,
Lead Thine exiled children home.

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No. 125

FOR CHILDREN

Little King, so fair and sweet

School Hymn
S.N.D.
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.