thank Thee
For a gift like this,
Gift that truly maketh
Heav'ns eternal bliss!
Ah! When wilt Thou always
Make our hearts Thy home?
We must wait for heaven
Then the day will come.

4.
Now at least we'll keep Thee
All the time we may;
But Thy grace and blessing
We will keep alway.
When our hearts Thou leavest
Worthless tho' they be,
Give them to Thy Mother
To be kept for Thee.

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No. 50

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

The Word, descending from above
Verbum supernum prodiens

St. Thomas Aquinas
Translated by the Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani

Non troppo lento

1.
The Word descending from above,
Though with the Father still on high,
Went forth upon His work of love;
And soon to life's last eve drew nigh.

2.
He shortly to a death accursed
By a disciple shall be giv'n;
But, to His twelve disciples, first
He gives Himself, the Bread of Heav'n.

3.
Himself in either kind He gave;
He gave His Flesh, He gave His Blood;
Of flesh and blood all men are made;
And He of man would be the Food.

4.
At birth our brother He became;
At meat Himself as food He gives;
To ransom us He died in shame;
As our reward, in bliss He lives.

5.
O saving victim open wide
The gate of Heav'n to man below!
Sore press our foes from ev'ry side;
Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow.

6.
To Thy great Name be endless praise,
Immortal Godhead, One in Three!
Oh, grant us endless length of days,
In out true native land, with Thee.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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No. 51

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Hail to Thee! true Body
Ave Verum Corpus

J. F. Kloss
Translated by Father Caswall
Arr. by N. A. M.

Con anima

Hail to Thee, true Body sprung
From the Virgin Mary's womb!
The same that on the Cross was hung,
And bore for man the bitter doom!
Thou, Whose Side was pierc'd and flow'd
Both with water and with blood;
Suffer us to taste of Thee,
In our life's last agony.
Son of Mary, Jesus blest!
Sweetest, gentlest, holiest!

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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No. 52.

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory
Pange Lingua gloriosi

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
M. Haydn

1.
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of His Flesh the myst'ry sing;
Of the Blood all price exceeding
Shed by our immortal King,
Destined, for the world's redemption,
From a noble womb to spring,

2.
Of a pure and spotless Virgin
Born for us on earth bel