e?
"My Child, My Child, give Me thy heart
My Heart has bled for thee."
This is the message Jesus sends
To my poor heart today,
And eager from His Throne He bends
To hear what I shall say.

2.
A message to the Sacred Heart;
Oh, bear it back with speed;
"Come, Jesus, reign within my heart
Thy Heart is all I need."
Thus, Lord, I'll pray until I share
That home whose joy Thou art;
No message, dearest Jesus, there,
For heart will speak to heart.

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No. 69

THE SACRED WOUNDS

There is an everlasting home

M. Bridges
M. Mattoni

Slowly

1.
There is an everlasting home
Where contrite souls may hide,
Where death and danger dare not come
The Saviour's side.

2.
It was cleft of matchless love
Open'd when He had died:
When mercy hailed in worlds above
That wounded Side.

3.
Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me,
The grave of all my pride;
Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee,
Thy shelt'ring Side.

4.
There issued forth a double flood,
The sin atoning tide,
In streams of water and of blood
From that dear Side.

5.
There is the only fount of bliss,
In joy and sorrow tried;
No refuge for the heart like this
A Saviour's Side.

6.
Thither the Church, thro' all her days
Points as a faithful guide;
And celebrates with ceaseless praise
That spear-pierced Side.

7.
There is the golden gate of heav'n,
An entrance for the Bride,
Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n
Through Jesus' Side.

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No. 70

THE SACRED WOUNDS

Hail, Rock of Ages

(From the Hymn "There is an everlasting home" No. 69)
M. Bridges
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato (alla breve)

1.
Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me,
The grave of all my pride:
Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee,
Thy shelt'ring Side.

2.
There issued forth a double flood
The sin atoning tide,
In streams of water and of blood
From that dear Side.

3.
There is the only fount of bliss,
In joy and sorrow tried;
No refuge for the heart like this
A Saviour's Side.

4.
There is the golden gate of heav'n,
An entrance for the Bride,
Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n,
Through Jesus' Side.

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No. 71

THE PRECIOUS BLOOD

Hail, Jesus, hail!
(Viva! Viva! Gesu)

From the Italian by Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Con Spirito

1.
Hail, Jesus, hail! Who for my sake
Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take,
And shed it all for me;
Oh, blessed by my Saviour'