Honour to the high Redeemer,
Who for us in torments died ;
In Whose image blessed Francis
Suffer'd and was sanctified,
Counting everything but loss
For the glory of the Cross.

St. Dominic.

Sound the mighty champion's praises, Raise the song for him who came Charg'd to tell the gospel-tidings, Charg'd to spread the gospel flame; Lordly errand!—

Suiting well his lordly name.

Stainless as a virgin-lily,

Fervent as a flaming brand,

Lo he flies, still onward speeding,
Flies to do his Lord's command.
Flies to rescue

Captive souls from Satan's hand.

Treading down this world of evil,
To his mighty task he goes;—
Stript of all, he seeks the conflict,
Turns him to Christ's banded foes,
Grace sustaining

With the fire that inward glows.

Lo! his arms of heavenly temper ;-
Words and signs of wondrous power,
Prayers of love, and tears of pity:
Whilst his warrior-children bore
His commission

Onward still from shore to shore.

Sing we to the triune Godhead,
Honour, glory, power, and praise.
May He at our Father's pleading
Deign His children's souls to raise,

Cleansed and perfect,
To His reign of endless days.

St. Patrick.

Hail, glorious St. Patrick, dear saint of our isle !

On us, thy poor children, bestow a sweet smile;

And now thou art high in thy mansions above, On Erin's green valleys look down in thy love.

Hail, glorious St. Patrick! thy words were once strong

Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng: Not less in thy might where in heaven thou

art;

Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part.

In the war against sin, in the fight for the faith,

Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death;

May their strength be in meekness, in penance and prayer,

Their banner the cross, which they glory to bear.

Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,

Shall love and revere thee till time be no more, And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,

Its warmth undiminish'd, undying its light.

Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,

Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,

And our hearts shall yet burn wheresoever we roam,

For God and St. Patrick and our native home.

Brightly gleams our Banner.
Brightly gleams our banner,
Pointing to the sky,
Waving wand'rers onwards
To their home on high.

Hail, O holy banner,
Gladly thus we pray;
And with hearts united,
Take our heavenward way.

Brightly gleams our banner,
Pointing to the sky.
Waving wand'rers onwards
To their home on high.

Hail! sweet Jesus! Master!
Round Thy sacred feet
Now, with hearts rejoicing,
See Thy children meet.
Long, alas, we've left Thee,
Straying far away,

But once more we enter

On the " narrow way."
Brightly gleams, &c.

Mary, Mother, Ave!
Israel's lily, hail !
Comfort of thy children
In this sinful vale.
'Mid life's surging ocean
Whither shall we flee,
Save, O stainless Virgin
Mother, unto thee?

Brightly gleams, &c.

Ave! Joseph Ave!

Chaste and spotless flower;
Cast thy mantle o'er us
At death's solemn hour.
Be our Father ever,
Joseph, meek and mild,
Husband of our Mother,
Keeper of her Child.

Brightly gleams, &c.

Jesus! Mary! Joseph !

Sweet and holy Three;
List the praise we pay you
On our bended knee.
May we sing your glory
In glad realms above;
Bound for ever to you
By the bonds of love.

Brightly gleams, &c.

The Pilgrims of the Night.

Hark, hark, my soul, angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wavebeat shore;

How sweet the truth those blessed strains are

telling,

Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.