Dear Angel! ever at my side.

Dear Angel! ever at my side

How loving must thou be,

To leave thy home in heav'n to guard
An erring child like me!

Thy beautiful and shining face
I see not, though so near;
The sweetness of thy soft low voice
I am too deaf to hear.

I cannot feel thee touch my hand,
With pressure light and mild,
To check me as my mother did,
In kindness to her child.

But I have felt thee in my thoughts
Fighting with sin for me;

And when my heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from thee.

And when, dear Spirit! I kneel down. Morning and night to prayer, Something there is within my heart Which tells me thou art there.

Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too—
Thy prayer is all for me!

But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.

But most of all I feel thee near,
When from the good Priest's feet
I go absolved in fearless love,
Fresh toils and cares to meet.

And thou in life's last hour wilt bring
A fresh supply of grace,
And afterwards wilt let me kiss
Thy beautiful bright face.

Ah me! how lovely they must be
Whom God has glorified;

Yet one of them, oh sweetest thought,
Is ever at my side.

Then for thy sake, dear Angel! now
More humble will I be :

But I am weak, and when I fall,
O weary not of me.

Oh, weary not, but love me still,
For Mary's sake, thy Queen:
She never tired of me, though I
So negligent have been.

Then love me, love me, Angel dear!
And I will love thee more,

And help me when my soul is cast
Upon the eternal shore.

Arm for deadly Fight, Jesus is our Cry.

Arm for deadly fight,

Earth and hell unite,

And swear in lasting bonds to bind us.
Raise the cross on high,

Jesus is our cry,

With Jesus still the foe shall find us.

The accursed crew have lost their treasure,
That heavenly bliss that knows no measure,
And reckless now, with envy burning,
Their fury on our souls are turning.
Arm for deadly fight, &c.

The devil, flesh, and world combining,
Around our souls their snares are twining;
With proffer'd joys they seek to lure us,
O God! our only hope, secure us!
Arm for deadly fight, &c.

Woe to the man in self confiding,
Woe to the man alone abiding!
Defeat his lot, and bonds unfailing,
Eternal death and endless wailing,
Arm for deadly fight, &c.

Thrice happy he who heav'nward turning,
Prays while he fights with ardour burning,
Begs aid from those who here have striven.
And succour from the Queen of Heaven.
Arm for deadly fight, &c.

Though crafty is the foe's contriving,
And ruthless his relentless striving,
On God, our hope, our strength, relying,
We'll pledge to heav'n our faith undying.

When the strife is o'er,

We shall fear no more

The hatred of our foe infernal;
Strive while yet we may,

Strive but for a day,

The pain is short, the crown eternal.
Arm for deadly fight, &c.

Paradise.

O Paradise! O Paradise!

Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land,
Where they that loved are blest;
Where loyal hearts, and true,
Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight?

O Paradise! O Paradise!

Wherefore doth death delay;

Bright death, that is the welcome dawn
Of our eternal day;

Where loyal hearts, and true, &c.

O Paradise! O Paradise !
'Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near.

Where loyal hearts, and true, &c.

O Paradise! O Paradise !

I want to sin no more!
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore.

Where loyal hearts, and true, &c.

O Paradise! O Paradise!

I feel 'twill not be long; Patience! I almost think I hear Faint fragments of thy song. Where loyal hearts, and true, &c. Faith of our Fathers. Faith of our fathers! living still, In spite of dungeon, fire and sword; Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious word! Faith of our fathers! holy Faith!

We will be true to thee till death.

Our fathers chain'd in prisons dark,
Were still in heart and conscience free;
How sweet would be their children's fate,
If they like them could die for thee!

Faith of our fathers! holy Faith!
We will be true to thee till death.