. by N. A. M.

Andante Mod

1.
Man of sorrows, wrapt in grief,
Bow Thine ear to our relief;
Thou for us the path hast trod
Of the dreadful wrath of God;
Thou the cup of fire hast drained
Till its light alone remained.
Lamb of Love! We look to Thee;
Hear our mournful litany.

2.
By the garden, fraught with woe,
Whither Thou full oft wouldst go;
By Thine agony of prayer
In the desolation there;
By the dire and deep distress
Of that myst'ry fathomless;
Lord, our tears in mercy see;
Hearken to our litany.

3.
By the chalice brimming o'er
With disgrace and torment sore;
By those lips which fain would pray
That it might but pass away;
By the Heart which drank it dry,
Lest a rebel race should die
Be Thy pity, Lord our plea;
Hear our solemn litany.

4.
Man of Sorrows! Let Thy grief
Purchase for us our relief;
Lord of Mercy! Bow Thine ear,
Slow to anger, swift to hear;
By the Cross's royal road
Lead us to the throne of God,
There for aye to sing to Thee
Heav'n's triumphant litany.

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Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.

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No. 20

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

By the blood that flowed from Thee
Litany of the Passion

C. M. Caddell
Nicola. A. Montani

Lento ma non troppo

1.
By the blood that flowed from Thee
In Thy bitter agony;
By the scourge so meekly borne;
By Thy purple robe of scorn;

1st Chorus
Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry!

2d Chorus
Thou wert suff'ring once as we;

Tutti
We thy children sing to Thee.

2.
By the thorns that crowned Thy Head;
By Thy sceptre of a reed;
By Thy Footsteps faint and slow
Weighted beneath Thy Cross of woe,

3.
By the nails and pointed spear;
By Thy people's cruel jeer;
By Thy dying pray'r which rose
Begging mercy for Thy foes.

4.
By the darkness thick as night
Blotting out the sun from sight;
By the cry with which in death
Thou didst yield Thy parting Breath.

5.
By Thy weeping Mother's woe;
By the sword that pierced her through,
When, in anguish standing by,
On the Cross she saw Thee die.

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No. 21

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

Oh come and mourn with me awhile
Jesus Crucified

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Andante religioso

1.
Oh come an mourn with me awhile!
See, Mary calls us to her side;
Oh come and let us mourn with her;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

2.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! Look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is cru