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Holy God, we praise Thy Name,
Lord of all, we bow before Thee;
All on earth Thy sceptre claim;
All in heav'n above adore Thee,
Infinite Thy vast domain,
Everlasting is Thy reign,

2.
Hark! The loud celestial hymn,
Angel choirs above are raising!
Cherubim and Seraphim
In unceasing chorus praising;
Fill the Heav'ns with sweet accord;
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

3.
Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee,
While in essence only One,
Undivided God we claim Thee;
And adoring bend the knee,
While we own the mystery.

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No. 40

THE HOLY TRINITY

Full of Glory, full of wonders

Processional
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Allegro moderato

1.
Full of glory, full of wonders,
Majesty Divine
'Mid Thine everlasting thunders
How Thy lightnings shine!
Shoreless Ocean! Who shall sound Thee?
Thine own eternity is round Thee,
Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine!

2.
Timeless, spaceless, single, lonely,
Yet sublimely Three,
Thou art grandly, always, only
God in Unity!
Lone in grandeur, lone in glory,
Who shall tell thy wonderous story,
Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity?

3.
Splendors upon splendors beaming
Change and intertwine!
Glories over glories streaming
All translucent shine!
Blessings, praises, adorations
Greet Thee from the trembling nations
Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine!

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No. 41

OUR BLESSED LORD

I need Thee, Precious Jesus

(Communion Hymn)
For additional Communion Hymns see NOS. 44, 47, 49, 51, 53, 54, 122.
From a Slovak hymn
Arr. by N. A. M.

With devotion

1.
I need Thee, precious Jesus
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend to soothe and sympathize,
A friend to care for me.
I need Thy Heart, sweet Jesus,
To feel each anxious care;
I long to tell my ev'ry want,
And all my sorrows share.

2.
I need Thy Blood, sweet Jesus,
To wash each sinful stain;
To cleanse this sinful soul of mine,
And make it pure again.
I need Thy Wounds, sweet Jesus,
To fly from perils near,
To shelter in these hallowed clefts,
From ev'ry doubt and fear.

3.
I need Thee, sweetest Jesus,
In Thy Sacrament of Love;
To nourish this poor soul of mine,
With treasures of Thy Love.
I'll need Thee, sweetest Jesus,
When death's dread hour draws nigh,
To hide me in Thy Sacred Heart,
Till wafted safe on high.

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No. 42

OUR BLESS