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For guilty souls that pine
Sure mercies here abound,
And healing grace, with oil and wine, For every secret wound.
Yea, GOD, enthroned most high,
Here also dwells to bless,
Here trains the souls that contrite sigh His mansions to possess.
No wintry storm nor shower Shall harm this holy home, Nor, worse than they, the evil power Which dwells within the gloom.
All might, all praise be Thine, The GOD whom all adore ;
The FATHER, SON, and SPIRIT Divine, Both now and evermore.
"The SPIRIT Itself helpeth our infirmities." 172. HOLY SPIRIT, LORD of Light, From Thy heavenly dwelling bright Thy pure beaming radiance give: Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come, with treasures which endure, Come, Thou Light of all that live.
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.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew; On our dryness pour Thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away: Bend the stubborn heart and will; Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore,
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend: Give them comfort when they die : Give them life with Thee on high; Give them joys which never end.
"They that sow in tears shall reap in joy." 173. BRIEF life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care: The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there.
O happy retribution,
Short toil, eternal rest! For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the Blest!
And now we fight the battle, And then we wear the crown
Of full and everlasting
And passionless renown:
Midst power that knows no limit, And wisdom free from bound, The beatific vision
Shall glad the saints around:
There GOD our King and Portion, In fulness of His grace,
Shall we behold for ever,
And worship face to face.
"He appeared first to Mary Magdalene."
174. SAD Mary feels in her own breast, Her Master's bleeding wounds; Love stronger burns by griefs opprest, And now with tears abounds.
No raging crowds her spirit meek, No deeds of blood appal;
Mid soldiers fierce she dares to seek A hated Criminal.
Ah, Mary, thou dost little know, What good doth thee surround, Seeking the dead, while death e'en now Receives his mortal wound.
He Whom thou lovest, thee shall claim Aroused from death's cold sleep, Thee first He calls, thee by thy name, And bids thee not to weep.
O might I touch Thy sacred feet, Adoring, cling to Thee!-
Nay, raise thy thoughts to joys more meet For immortality.
The promises are fully wrought,
First of Apostles thou;
Sent to Apostles, by thee taught The tidings glad to know.
All love and glory be to Thee, The FATHER, SPIRIT, SON, Co-equal, Co-eternal Three, Thrice blessed Holy One.
"He was transfigured before them."
175. How tenderly, how patiently, JESU, Thou winnest souls to Thee, Now for our sakes as GOD revealed, Now in deep lowliness concealed.
By the same voice which JESUS owns, We too are all adopted sons; The glory, which in Him we see,' Is pledged to us eternally.
What hear we from the cloud above? What on the mount doth JESUS prove Shadows and types were past and gone, The truth itself remained alone.
Obedient to the FATHER'S will, The world's atonement to fulfil, Once more He lays His glory by, Returning to mortality.
O CHRIST, Whom now on earth we see Through faith's dark glass imperfectly, Grant us, when freed from earth's alloy, To see Thee face to face with joy.
Again the circling seasons tell Alleluia! best and sweetest
All-holy GoD on high
All praise to Thee, my GoD, this night And now, O GOD, Thy Mind resolves And now the day is past and gone And now Thy labours, LORD, are done And now with shades of night opprest. An exile for the Faith
Angels, lament, behold your GOD Angels come, on joyous pinion As wolves attack their helpless prey Author of lost man's salvation
By the Cross, sad vigil keeping
Cast out from Eden's happy home Cease, weary mortals, cease to sigh Children of men, this day we sing CHRIST! in highest Heaven enthroned CHRIST's everlasting messengers CHRIST, by Thy FATHER'S high decree Come, HOLY GHOST, our souls inspire. Come, HOLY GHOST, Who ever One Come let us praise the Name of GoD Creator, great and good Creator of the starry height
Day of wrath! O day of mourning Disposer Supreme
FATHER of all, to Thee we raise
Fear no more for the torturer's hand From far sunrise at early morn 'Gainst what foemen art thou rushing Glory of the Heavens Supernal GOD, of all the Strength and Stay Great GOD! what do I see and hear Great Mover of all hearts, Whose hand
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