Chapter 10
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Say, O wond'ring Mary, say What thou sawest on the way, "I beheld, where Christ had lain, Empty tomb and angels twain, I beheld the glory bright Of the rising Lord of light; Christ my hope is ris'n again; Now He lives, and lives to reign."
4.
Christ, Who once for sinners bled, Now the first-born from the dead, Thron'd in endless might and pow'r, Lives and reigns forever more.
Hail, eternal hope on high!
Hail, Thou King of victory!
Hail, Thou Prince of life ador'd!
Help and save us, gracious Lord!
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ASCENSION
Lift up, ye princes of the sky Ps. xxiii
Translated by Father Aylward from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. By N. A. M.
With animation
1.
Lift up, ye princes of the sky, Lift up your portals, lift them high; And you, ye everlasting gates, Back on your golden hinges fly; For lo, the King of glory waits To enter in victoriously.
Who is the King of glory?
Tell, O ye who sing His praise so well.
2.
The Lord of strength and matchless might, The Lord all-conquering in the fight, List, lift your portals, lift them high, Ye princes of the conquered sky; And you, ye everlasting gates, Back on your golden hinges fly; For lo, the King of glory waits, The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.
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ASCENSION O Thou pure light of souls that love Salutis humanae Sator Translated by Father Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. By N. A. M.
Moderato a.s.sai
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O Thou pure light of souls that love, True joy of ev'ry human breast, Sower of life's immortal seed, Our Maker, and Redeemer blest!
2.
What wonderous pity Thee o'ercame To make our guilty load Thine own, And sinless suffer death and shame, For our transgressions to atone!
3.
Thou, bursting Hades open wide, Didst all the captive souls unchain; And thence to Thy dread Father's side With glorious pomp ascend again.
4.
O still may pity Thee compel To heal the wounds of which we die; And take me in Thy light to dwell, Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh.
5.
Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal; Be thou our pathway to the skies; Our joy when sorrow fills our soul; In death our everlasting prize.
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PENTECOST
Holy Spirit, Lord of Light
Processional Tr. Rev. E. Caswall S. Webbe (1740-1816)
Marcato
1.
Holy Spirit, Lord of Light, From the clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give.
Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come with treasures which endure; Come Thou light of all that live.
2.
Thou, of all consolers best, Thou, the soul's delightsome guest, Dost refres.h.i.+ng peace bestow; Thou in toil art comfort sweet; Pleasant coolness in the heat; Solace in the midst of woe.
3.
Light immortal, Light divine, Visit thou these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill; If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay; All his good is turned to ill.
4.
Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In thy sev'nfold gifts descend; Give them comfort when they die; Give them life with Thee on high; Give them joys that never end.
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