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(Holy Angels.)

1 MICHAEL, prince of highest Heaven,
Noblest of celestial ranks,
Lowly singing in thine honour

Bring we now our meed of thanks.
Mighty victor, all resplendent,

Near to Mary thou dost reign;
Come, and bless us with thy presence,
Bring with thee thy heav'nly train.

2 Gabriel, silver-tongued and glorious;
Raphael, healer of our woes;
Blessed Angels, gentle guardians,
Be our aid, repel our foes;
Breathe into our hearts your sweetness,
Fill our souls with love divine,
May your gracious presence ever

Round your charge protecting shine.

3 We will honour, we will love you,
Blessed Spirits, more and more,
Our devotion still increasing,
As you favours on us pour;
Till with you for ever singing,
In a glad, unending strain,
God the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Where the blessed ever reign.

The Word descending from above.
(Verbum supernum.)

1 THE Word descending from above,
Though with the Father still on high,
Went forth upon His work of love,
And soon to life's last hour drew nigh.

2 He shortly to a death accurs'd
By a disciple shall be given;
But to His twelve disciples first

He gives Himself, the Bread from Heav'n.

8 Himself in either kind He gave:

He gave His flesh, He gave His blood: Of flesh and blood all men were made,

And He of man would be the Food.

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4 At birth our Brother He became,

At board as food Himself He gives,
To ransom us He died in shame,
As our reward in bliss He lives.
(0 Salutaris.)

5 O saving Victim, op'ning wide

The gate of Heav'n to man below;
Our foes press on from ev'ry side;
Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow
6 To Thy great Name be endless praise,
Immortal Godhead, One in Three;
O, grant us endless length of days

In our true native land with Thee.

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory.

(Pange lingua.)

1 SING, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of his Flesh the mystery sing;
Of the Blood, all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King,
Destin'd, for the world's redemption,
From a noble womb to spring.

2 Of a pure and spotless Virgin
Born for us on earth below,
He, as Man with man conversing,
Stay'd, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He clos'd in solemn order
Wondrously His life of woe.

3 On the night of that Last Supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He, the paschal victim eating,

First fulfils the Law's command;
Then as Food to all His brethren

Gives Himself with His own hand.

4 Word made Flesh, the bread of nature
By His word to Flesh He turns;
Wine into his Blood He changes:-

What though sense no change discerns?
Only be the heart in earnest,

Faith her lesson quickly learns.

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory (continued).

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5 Down in adoration falling,

Lo, the sacred Host we hail;
Lo, o'er ancient forms departing,
Newer rites of grace prevail;
Faith for all defects supplying,
Where the feeble senses fail.
6 To the everlasting Father,

And the Son who reigns on high,
With the Holy Ghost proceeding
Forth from Each eternally,
Be salvation, honour, blessing,
Might and endless majesty.

O Godhead, hid.

(Adoro Te devote.)

1 O GODHEAD hid, devoutly I adore Thee,
Who truly art within the forms before me;
To Thee my heart I bow with bended knee,
As failing quite in contemplating Thee.

2 Sight, touch, and taste in Thee are each deceiv'd;
The ear alone most safely is believ'd:

I trust to all the Son of God hath spoken,
Than Truth's own word there is no truer token.
3 God only on the Cross lay hid from view,
But here lies hid at once the Manhood too;
And I, in both professing my belief,
Make the same prayer as the repentant thief.
4 Thy wounds, as Thomas saw, I do not see,
Yet Thee confess my Lord and God to be;
Make me believe Thee ever more and more;
In Thee my hope, in Thee my love to store.
5 O thou Memorial of our Lord's own dying;
O living Bread, to mortals life supplying;
Make Thou my soul henceforth on Thee to live,
Ever a taste of heavenly sweetness give.

6 O loving Pelican; O Jesu, Lord;

Unclean I am, but cleanse me in Thy blood;
Of which a single drop, for sinners spilt,
Can purge the entire world from all its guilt.
7 Jesu, whom for the present veil'd I see,
What I so thirst for, O, vouchsafe to me;
That I may see Thy countenance unfolding,
And may be blest Thy glory in beholding.

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1 JESUS, my Lord, my God, my all;
How can I love Thee as I ought,
And how revere this wondrous gift,
So far surpassing hope or thought?
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore;
O make us love Thee more and more.

2 Had I but Mary's sinless heart

To love Thee with, my dearest King;
O, with what bursts of fervent praise
Thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing!
Sweet Sacrament, &c.

3 0, see, within a creature's hand
The vast Creator deigns to be,
Reposing infant-like, as though
On Joseph's arm, or Mary's knee,
Sweet Sacrament, &c.

4 Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead, all,—
O mystery of love divine!

I cannot compass all I have,

For all Thou hast and art are mine.
Sweet Sacrament, &c.

5 Sound, sound His praises higher still,
And come, ye Angels, to our aid;
'Tis God, 'tis God, the very God,

Whose power both man and angels made,
Sweet Sacrament, &c.

PART II. (for processions).

6 Ring joyously, ye solemn bells,

And wave, O, wave, ye censers bright; "Tis Jesus cometh, Mary's Son,

And God of God and Light of light.
Sweet Sacrament, &c.

7 O earth, grow flowers beneath His feet;
And thou, O sun, shine bright this day;
He comes, He comes, O heaven on earth,
Our Jesus comes upon His way.

Sweet Sacrament, &c.

8 He comes, He comes, the Lord of Hosts,
Borne on His Throne triumphantly;
We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord;
And yearn to shed our blood for Thee.
Sweet Sacrament, &c.

9 Our hearts leap up; our trembling song
Grows fainter still; we can no more;
Silence, and let us weep, and die
Of very love, while we adore.

Great Sacrament of love divine,
All, all we have or are be thine.

When the loving Shepherd.

In this sweet Sacrament, to Thee.

1 IN this sweet Sacrament, to