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 God'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 passing measure
To the ear delectable,
'Tis our safeguard and our treasure,
'Tis our help 'gainst sin and hell.

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 PASSIONTIDE

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.

3.
When before the Judge we tremble,
Conscious of his broken laws,
May this Blood in that dread hour
Cry aloud and plead our cause;
Bid our guilty terrors cease,
Be our pardon and our peace.

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Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.

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No. 19

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

"Man of Sorrows, wrapt in grief"

M. Bridges
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr