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1. O Three in One, and One in Three, Who rulest all things mightily: Bow down to hear the songs of praise Which, freed from bonds of sleep, we raise.
2. While lingers yet the peace of night, We rouse us from our slumbers light: That might of instant prayer may win The healing balm for wounds of sin.
3. If, by the wiles of Satan caught, This night-time we have sinned in aught, That sin Thy glorious power to-day, From heaven descending, cleanse away.
4. Let naught impure our bodies stain, No laggard sloth our souls detain, No taint of sin our spirits know, To chill the fervor of their glow.
5. Wherefore, Redeemer, grant that we Fulfilled with Thine own light may be: That, in our course, from day to day, By no misdeed we fall away.
6. Grant this, O Father ever One With Christ, Thy sole-begotten Son, And Holy Ghost, whom all adore, Reigning and blest forevermore.

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1. O light of dawn, O rosy glow, O Light from Light, all ages show Your beauty, and the martyrs fame, That gain us pardon from our blame.

2. The heavens' porter, and earth’s sage,The world’s bright lights who judge the age. One wins by cross, and one by sword, And life on high is their reward.

3. These are your princes, happy Rome! Their precious blood clothes you, their home. We praise not you, but praise their worth, Beyond all beauty of the earth.

4. Kind Shepherd, Peter, unto thee was given The keys to close and ope the gates of heaven; Strike from our souls the galling chain of crime, And gain the grace for which our hearts have striven.

5. O learned Paul, inspire us from above With all the graces of the Heavenly Dove; Bring us the faith to see the truth of God, And brighten earth with the sweet reign of love.

6. One love, one faith, twin olive trees, One great strong hope filled both of these. Full fonts, in your matched charity,Pray that we may in heaven be.

7. Give glory to the Trinity And honor to the Unity, And joy and pow’r, for their reign stays Today and through all endless days.

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‘Let us sing with joyful hearts

And bearing the praise which we owe

Of eternal gifts of Christ

And the victories of the martyrs

Princes of the churches, [5]

triumphal leaders of the war,

soldiers of the heavenly court,

and true lights of the world,

After the terrors of the world are conquered,

And the punishment of the body scorned, [10]

They take hold of the blessed light

Through a direct path: holy death.

Martyrs are handed over to the flames,

and to the teeth of beasts;

the frenzied executioner’s hand [15]

armed with claws rages at them.

Their exposed entrails hang,

their holy blood pours out,

but they remain unmoving

by the grace of eternal life. [20]

The devoted faith of the saints,

the unconquered hope of believers,

the perfect charity of Christ

conquers the prince of the world.

In them is the Father’s glory, [25]

in them is the desire of the Spirit,

in them the Son exults,

heaven is filled with joy.

Now we beg you, Redeemer,

that you join your praying servants [30]

in a fellowship of martyrdom,

Forever and ever.’

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The God whom earth, and sea, and sky

adore, and laud, and magnify,

who o'er their threefold fabric reigns,

the Virgin's spotless womb contains.

The God whose will by moon, and sun,

and all things in due course is done,

is borne upon a Maiden's breast,

by fullest heavenly grace possessed.

How blest that Mother, in whose shrine

the great Artificer Divine,

whose hand contains the earth and sky,

vouchsafed, as in His ark, to lie.

Blest, in the message Gabriel brought;

blest, by the work the Spirit wrought;

from whom the great Desire of earth

took human flesh and human birth.

All honour, laud, and glory be,

O Jesu, Virgin-born, to Thee,

whom with the Father we adore,

and Holy Ghost for evermore.

Amen.

O Heaven's glorious mistress,

elevated above the stars,

thou feedest with thy sacred breast

him who created thee.

What miserable Eve lost

thy dear offspring to man restores,

the way to glory is open to the wretched

for thou has become the Gate of Heaven.

Thou art the door of the High King,

the gate of shining light.

Life is given through a Virgin:

Rejoice, ye redeemed nations.

Glory be to Thee, O Lord,

Born of a Virgin,

with the Father and the Holy Spirit,

world without end. Amen.

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1. Lo, how the savage crew Of our proud sins hath rent The Heart of our all-gracious God, That Heart so innocent.
2. The soldiers quivering lance Our guilt it was that drave, Our wicked deeds that to its point Such cruel sharpness gave.
3. O wounded Heart, whence sprang The Church, the Saviours bride; Thou Door of our Salvations Ark Set in its mystic side.
4. Thou holy fount, whence flows The sacred sevenfold flood. Where we our filthy roles may cleanse In the Lambs saving Blood:
5. By sorrowful relapse, Thee will we rend no more; But like the flames, those types of love, Strive heavenward to soar.
6. Father and Son supreme And Spirit, hear our cry; Whose is the kingdom, praise and power, Through all eternity.

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1. Sanctify me wholly, Soul of Christ adored; Be my sure Salvation, Body of the Lord: Fill and satisfy me, O Thou Blood unpriced: Wash me, Sacred Water, from the side of Christ. Passion of my Saviour, be my strength in need: Good and gracious Jesus, to my prayer give heed: In Thy Wounds most precious let me refuge find: All the power malignant of the foeman bind: At deaths final hour, call me to Thy face: Bid me stand beside Thee in the heavenly place: There with Saints and Angels I shall sing to Thee Through the countless ages of eternity.

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1. Round roll the weeks our hearts to greet, With blissful joy returning; For lo! The Holy Paraclete On twelve bright brows sits burning:
2. With quivering flame He lights on each, In fashion like a tongue, to teach That eloquent they are of speech, Their hearts with true love yearning.
3. While with all tongues they speak to all, The nations deem them maddened, And drunk with wine the Prophets call, Whom God’s good Spirit gladdened;
4. A marvel this—in mystery done— The holy Paschaltide outrun, By numbers told, whose reckoning won Remission for the saddened.
5. O God most Holy, Thee we pray, With reverent brow low bending, Grant us the Spirit’s gifts to-day— The gifts from heaven descending;
6. And, since, Thy grace hath deigned to bide Within our breasts once sanctified, Deign, Lord, to cast our sins aside, Henceforth calm seasons sending.
7. To God the Father, laud and praise, Praise to the Son be given; Praise to the Spirit of all grace, The fount of graces seven—
8. As was of old, all worlds before, Is now and shall be evermore, When time and change are spent and o’er— All praise in earth and heaven.

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1. Now Christ, ascending whence He came,

Had mounted o'er the starry frame,

The Holy Ghost on man below,

The Father's promise, to bestow.

2. The solemn time was drawing nigh,

Replete with heav'nly mystery,

On seven days' sevenfold circles borne,

That first and blessed Whitsunmorn.

3. When the third hour shone all around,

There came a rushing mighty sound,

And told the Apostles, while in prayer,

That, as was promised, God was there.

4. Forth from the Father's light it came,

That beautiful and kindly flame:

To fill with fervor of His word

The spirits faithful to their Lord.

5. With joy the Apostles' breasts are fired,

By God the Holy Ghost inspired:

And straight, in divers kinds of speech,

The wondrous works of God they preach.

6. To men of every race they speak,

Alike Barbarian, Roman, Greek:

From the same lips, with awe and fear,

All men their native accents hear.

7. But Juda's sons, e'en faithless yet,

With mad infuriate rage beset,

To mock Christ's followers com-

As drunken all with new-made wine.

8. When lo! with signs and mighty deeds,

Stands Peter in the midst, and pleads;

Confounding their malignant lie

By Joel's ancient prophecy.

9. To God the Father let us sing,

To God the Son, our risen King,

And equally let us adore

The Spirit, God for evermore.

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1. Hail, Thou who man’s Redeemer art, Jesu, the joy of every heart; Great Maker of the world’s wide frame, And purest love’s delight and flame:
2. What nameless mercy Thee o’ercame, To bear out load of sin and shame? For guiltless, Thou Thy life didst give, That sinful erring man might live.
3. The realms of woe are forced by Thee, Its captives from their chains set free; And Thou, amid Thy ransomed train, At God’s right hand dost victor reign.
4. Let mercy sweet with Thee prevail, To cure the wounds we now bewail; Oh, bless us with Thy holy sight, And fill us with eternal light.
5. Our guide, our way to heavenly rest, Be Thou the aim of every breast; Be Thou the soother of our tears, Our sweet reward above the spheres.

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IN THIS our bright and Paschal day

the sun shines out with purer ray,

when Christ, to earthly sight made plain,

the glad Apostles see again.

The wounds, the riven wounds he shows

in that his flesh with light that glows,

in loud accord both far and nigh

the Lord's arising testify.

O Christ, the King who lovest to bless,

do thou our hearts and souls possess;

to thee our praise that we may pay,

to whom our laud is due for aye.