ow,
He, as Man, with man conversing,
Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He closed in solemn order
Wonderously His Life of Woe.

3.
On the night of that Last Supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He the Paschal victim eating,
First fulfills the law's command;
Then, as Food to His Apostles
Gives Himself with His own Hand.

4.
Word made Flesh, the bread of nature
By His word to Flesh He turns;
Wine into His Blood He changes:
What through sense no change discerns?
Only be the heart in earnest,
Faith her lesson quickly learns.

Tantum ergo Sacramentum

5.
Down in adoration falling,
Lo! The sacred Host we hail;
Lo! O'er ancient forms departing,
Newer rites of grace prevail;
Faith for all defects supplying,
Where the feeble senses fail.

6.
To the Everlasting Father,
And the Son Who reigns on high,
With the Holy Ghost proceeding
Forth from Each eternally,
Be salvation, honor, blessing,
Might, and endless majesty. Amen.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
Page 79-80

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No. 53

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Slowly

1.
Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All!
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift,
So far surpassing hope or thought?

Refrain
Sweet Sacrament! We Thee adore!
Oh, make us love Thee more and more. (Repeat refrain ad lib)

2.
Had I but Mary's sinless heart
To love Thee with my dearest King!
Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise
Thy goodness, Jesus! Would I sing!

3.
Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead all!
O mystery of love divine!
I cannot compass all I have,
For all Thou hast and art are mine.

4.
Sound, sound His praises higher still,
And come, ye angels, to our aid;
'Tis God! 'tis God! The very God,
Whose pow'r both man and angels made!

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
Page 81-82

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No. 54

THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Jesus, Food of Angels

Communion Hymn
Partendo dal Mondo
Translated by Father E. Vaughan, C. S. S. R.
Ch. Gounod
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante Religioso

1.
Jesus, food of angels,
Monarch of the heart;
Oh, that I could never
From Thy Face depart!
Yes, Thou ever dwellest
Here for love of me,
Hidden Thou remainest,
God of Majesty.

2.
Soon I hope to see Thee,
And enjoy Thy love,
Face to face, sweet Jesus,
In Thy heav'n above.
But on earth an exile
My delight shall be
Ever to be near Thee
Veiled for love of me.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.