Bear me, Lord, in heart I pray, Object of Thy saving way, Lest thou lose me on that day. Weary seeking me wast Thou, Judge of Justice, Thee, I pray, O'er my crimes I guilty groan, Thou did'st set the adultress free, Nought of Thee my prayers can claim, Save in Thy free mercy's name, Save me from the deathless flame! With Thy sheep my place assign, Set me on Thy right hand with Thine. When the lost, to silence driven, Suppliant, fallen, low I bend, Full of tears that day shall prove To the judgment guilty men. Lord all-pitying, Jesu blest! Amen. INDEX. PAGE ALL-GOOD, all-great, all-mighty, Three in One......... And are there then celestial habitants Custodes hominum psallimus Angelos And now, glad earth, take up thy Hallelujah... And now heav'n's growing light is manifest And now the day is past and gone Grates peracto jam die And now the season grave and deep Solemne vos jejunii And now Thy labours, Lord, are done.... 161 254 138 98 11 110 38 And now with shades of night opprest.. 48 In noctis umbra desides And Thou art growing up, O Child divine Divine, crescebas, puer Angels of peace, look down from heav'n and mourn ..... 97 36 Lugete, pacis Angeli PAGE Behold, the price of courtly dance..... Blest day, when doom'd to die no more. Blest Saviour, now Thy work is done...... 237 141 136 e Christ, to aid our fallen nature Christ, by Thy Father's high decree Fac, Christe, nostri gratiâ Christ, who dost build the world again 207 Draw out, sad heart, thy melody.. Come, thou creating Spirit blest.. Veni Creator Spiritus Crown'd with immortal jubilee Day of wrath!--that awful day Deep hidden, by divine decree Statuta decreto Dei Supreme, quales, Arbiter 155 1 ..... .. 205 H H 340 H 46 H 271 115 Supreme Rector cœlitum Pulsum supernis sedibus Prome vocem, mens, canoram Dread King, to whom the angelic hosts do cry............ Driven from their home, their path-way lost........... Enough, O Paul, enough, and now.. Enough, the blood of victims flowed of old Fear no more for the torturer's hand...... PAGE 215 ............. 305 285 310 Iam non te lacerant carnificum manus O pulchras acies, castraque fortia From princely walls in Eastern pomp array'd Gently lift thy starry head.... Iam nunc, quæ numeras tot tibi vindices Glory to God on high Dei canamus gloriam ......... 82 299 13 Good Priest, where art Thou hid from human eyes...... 303 Quantis micas honoribus Great Mover of all hearts, whose hand Supreme motor cordium 41 Hail, Father of the poor, and friend benign 158 Adsis, superne Spiritus Hail, glorious lights, kindled at God's own urn.......... Vos succensa Deo splendida lumina 301 Happy are they whom God's protecting love..... 308 He rises from the wave, and now... He whom the Father sent to die.... 92 275 His open veins all flow with gore 239 |