AMENT

Soul of my Saviour
Anima Christi

L. Dobici

Slowly: with devotion

1.
Soul of my Savior sanctify my breast,
Body of Christ, be Thou my saving guest;
Blood of my Saviour bathe me in Thy Tide;
Wash me, ye waters gushing from His Side.

2.
Strength and protection may His Passion be,
O blessed Jesus, hear and answer me;
Deep in Thy Wounds, Lord, hide and shelter me;
So shall I never, never part from Thee.

3.
Guard and defend me from the foe malign;
In death's drear moments make me only Thine;
Call me and bid me come to Thee on high,
Where I may praise Thee with Thy Saints for aye.

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No. 48

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Thee prostrate I adore
(Adoro Te devote)

St. Thomas Aquinas
Translated by Father Aylward, O. P.
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato devoto

1.
Thee prostrate I adore, The Deity that lies
Beneath these humble veils, Concealed from human eyes;
My heart doth wholly yield, Subjected to Thy sway,
For contemplating Thee it wholly faints away.

Chorus
Hail, Jesus, hail; do Thou, Good Shepherd of the sheep,
Increase in all true hearts the faith they fondly keep.

2.
The sight, the touch, the taste, In Thee are here deceived;
But by the ear alone this truth is safe believed;
I hold whate'er the Son of God hath said to me;
Than this blest word of truth no word can truer be,

3.
I see not with mine eyes, Thy Wounds, as Thomas saw;
Yet own Thee for my God with equal love and awe;
Oh grant me, that my faith may ever firmer be,
That all my hope and love may still repose in Thee.

4.
Memorial sweet, that shows the death of my dear Lord;
Thou living bread, that life dost unto man afford;
Oh grant, that this my soul may ever live on Thee,
That Thou mayst evermore its only sweetness be.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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No. 49

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Jesus, gentlest Saviour

Thanksgiving after Communion
For additional Communion Hymns See Nos. 41, 44, 51, 54, 128 to 131.
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Andante semplice

1.
Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
God of might and pow'r!
Thou Thyself art dwelling
In us at this hour.
Nature cannot hold Thee,
Heav'ns is all too strait
For Thine endless glory
And Thy royal state.

2.
Out beyond the shining
Of the furthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
Infinitely far.
Yet the hearts of children
Hold what words cannot,
And the God of wonders
Loves the lowly spot.

3.
Oh, how can we