By this to me is open'd wide, Through death's inviting door, A brighter world, a nobler realm Than Adam lost of yore.
O Jesu! on whose grace alone I by thy grace depend, Grant me the grace to persevere In grace unto the end.
Mother of Mercy.
MOTHER of Mercy, day by day
My love of thee grows more and more; Thy gifts are strown upon my way, Like sands upon the great sea-shore. Though poverty and work and woe The masters of my life may be; In darkest hours, who does not know That all is light with love of thee? Ah, little know they of thy worth Who would thy love deny to me; For what did Jesus love on earth One-half so tenderly as thee?
Oh, gain me grace to love thee more; Thy Son will give if thou wilt plead: And, Mother, when life's cares are o'er, Oh, I shall love thee then indeed.
My Lord, when his three hours were run, Bequeath'd thee from the cross to me; And oh, how can I love thy Son, Sweet Mother, if I love not thee?
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! &c.
Faith of our fathers! Mary's prayers Shall win our country back to thee And through the truth that comes from God, Oh, then indeed shall we be free. Faith of our fathers! &c.
Faith of our fathers! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife, And preach thee too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life. Faith of our fathers! &c.
Faith of our fathers! guile and force To do thee bitter wrong unite; But England's saints shall fight for us, And bring us back thy blessed light. Faith of our fathers! &c.
Faith of our Fathers. (For Ireland.)
FAITH of our fathers! living still, In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword; Oh, Ireland's hearts beat high with joy Whene'er they 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! &c.
Faith of our fathers! Mary's prayers Shall keep our country fast to thee; And through the truth that comes from God, Oh, we shall prosper and be free. Faith of our fathers! &c.
Faith of our fathers! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife; And preach thee too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life. Faith of our fathers! &c.
Faith of our fathers! guile and force To do thee bitter wrong unite; But Erin's saints shall fight for us, And keep undimm'd thy blessed light. Faith of our fathers! &c.
(A Hymn on Death.)
COME, my soul, and let us dwell On each ling'ring last farewell, Which at no far distant day Thou perforce wilt have to pay To whatever here below
Shall have made thy joy or woe.
Fare ye well-I hear thee sigh- Fare ye well, O earth and sky! Morning's golden tissued ray, Changing hours of night and day, Wood and valley, sea and shore, I may see your face no more!
Fare ye well, affections vain, Full of pleasure, full of pain; Home and friends and kindred dear, All that was my comfort here; My poor eyes are closing fast, Now I look on you my last.
Dimmer, dimmer grows the light! Now 'tis thick descending night! Oh, when next again I see, What a sight awaiteth me! Speechless standing, all alone, Right before the judgment throne.
39. Hymn before the Image of Mary.
HOLY Queen, we bend before thee, Queen of purity divine;
Make us love thee, we implore thee, Make us truly to be thine.
Unto thee a Child was given, Greater than the sons of men; Coming down from highest heaven, To create the world again.
Thou by faith the gates unfolding Of the kingdom in the skies, Hast to us, by faith beholding, Shewn the land of Paradise.
Thou, when deepest night infernal Had for ages shrouded man, Gavest us that light eternal Promis'd when the world began.
Teach, oh teach us, holy Mother, How to conquer every sin, How to love and help each other, How the prize of life to win.
Teach us how all earthly pleasures, All the world's enchanting bloom, Are outrivall'd by the treasures Of the glorious world to come.
Oh, by that Almighty Maker, Whom thyself a virgin bore; Oh, by thy supreme Creator,
Link'd with thee for evermore.
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