en Vial
Full of precious spikenard!
Alabaster vase of ointment!
See, our souls are sore and hard:
Let Thy healing virtue touch them,
And from sin's corruption guards!

Page 97

----------

No. 63

THE SACRED HEART

To Christ, the Prince of Peace
Summi Panentis filio

Processional
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani

With Spirit

1.
To Christ, the Prince of Peace,
And Son of God most high,
The Father of the world to come,
Sing we with holy joy.
Deep in His heart for us
The wound of love He bore;
That love, wherewith He still inflames
The hearts that Him adore.

2.
O Jesus! Victim blest!
What else but love divine,
Could Thee constrain to open thus
That Sacred Heat of Thine?
O Fount of endless life!
O Spring of water clear!
O Flame celestial cleansing all
Who unto Thee draws near.

3.
Hide me in Thy dear Heart,
For thither do I fly;
There seek Thy grace thro' life,
In death Thine immortality.
Praise to the Father be,
And sole begotten Son,
Praise, Holy Paraclete, to Thee
While endless ages run.

Page 98

----------

No. 64

THE SACRED HEART

O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart
(Cor Jesu, Cor purissimum)

Translated by Father M. Russell, S. J.
Traditional Melody

Con anima

1.
O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart,
A Shrine of holiness Thou art;
Cleanse Thou, my heart, so sordid cold,
And stained by sins so manifold.

2.
Take from me, Lord, this tepid will,
Which doth Thy Heart with loathing fill;
And then infuse a spirit new,
A fervent spirit, deep and true.

3.
Most humble Heart of all that beat,
Heart full of goodness, meek and sweet,
Give me a heart more like to Thine,
And light the flame of love in mine.

4.
But, ah, were e'en my heart on fire
With all the seraphim's desire,
Till love a conflagration proved,
Not yet wouldst Thou enough be loved.

Page 99

----------

No.65

THE SACRED HEART

O dearest Love divine

Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D.
Nicola A. Montani

Andante devoto

1.
O dearest love divine,
My heart to Thee I give,
Exchanging it for Thine,
That Thou in me may'st live.
Most loving and most meek,
Hearts only dost Thou seek:
O may my heart but prove
A love like Thine, sweet Love!

2.
Who can requite the love
Shown in the wondrous plan,
Whereby the God above
For me became a Man?
Thou say'st "Give Me thy heart!"
With it I freely part
Hoping that it may prove
A love like Thine, sweet Love!

3.
Thy heart is opened