Baltimore Catechism Volume I Part 14

2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind!

3. Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; O Jesus, be our glory now And through eternity.

What Happiness Can Equal Mine?

(REV. F. W. FABER)

1. What happiness can equal mine?

I've found the object of my love: My Jesus dear, my King Divine, Is come to me from heav'n above; He chose my heart for His abode, He there becomes my daily bread; There on me flows His healing blood; There with His flesh my soul is fed.

CHORUS.--What happiness can equal mine?

I've found the object of my love: My Jesus dear, my King Divine, Is come to me from heav'n above.

2. I am my love's, and He is mine: In me He dwells, in Him I live; What greater treasures could I find?

And could, ye heavens, a greater give?

O sacred banquet, heav'nly feast!

O overflowing source of grace, Where G.o.d the food, and man, the guest, Meet and unite in sweet embrace!

The Love of Jesus

1. O the priceless love of Jesus: O the strength of grace divine; All His gifts are showered upon me, All His blessings may be mine.

He is throned in Heavenly glory Where no sin nor death can be; Yet He loves me in this darkness, Yet He does not turn from me.

2. I am blind, and poor, and wretched, By temptations sorely tried; Yet His watchful care abounding Keeps me ever at His side.

He is G.o.d and King Eternal, Higher than all height can be; Yet His Heart is with me always, Yet He stoopeth down to me.

Holy G.o.d, We Praise Thy Name (REV. C. WALWORTH)

1. Holy G.o.d, we praise Thy name, Lord of all, we bow before Thee!

All on earth Thy sceptre claim, All in heav'n above adore Thee.

Infinite Thy vast domain, Everlasting is Thy name.

2. Hark! the loud celestial hymn, Angel choirs above are raising!

Cherubim and Seraphim, In unceasing chorus praising.

Fill the heavens with sweet accord; Holy! Holy! Holy Lord.

Hail, Heavenly Queen!

1. Hail, heavenly Queen! Hail, foamy ocean star!

O be our guide, diffuse thy beams afar; Hail, Mother of G.o.d! above all virgins blest, Hail, happy gate of heav'n's eternal rest.

CHORUS.--Hail foamy ocean star! Hail, heav'nly Queen!

O be our guide to endless joys unseen.

2. "Hail, full of grace," with Gabriel we repeat; Thee, Queen of heav'n, from him we learn to greet; Then give us peace which heav'n alone can give, And dead thro' Eve, thro' Mary let us live.

Mother Dear, Oh, Pray for Me

1. Mother dear, oh, pray for me, Whilst far from heav'n and thee I wander in a fragile bark, O'er life's tempestuous sea; O Virgin Mother, from thy throne, So bright in bliss above, Protect thy child and cheer my path, With thy sweet smile of love.

CHORUS.--Mother dear, remember me, And never cease thy care, Till in heaven eternally Thy love and bliss I share.

2. Mother dear, oh, pray for me, Should pleasure's siren lay E'er tempt thy child to wander far From virtue's path away; When thorns beset life's devious way, And darkling waters flow, Then, Mary, aid thy weeping child, Thyself a mother show.

Ora Pro Me

1. Ave Maria! bright and pure, Hear, O hear me when I pray, Pains and pleasures try the pilgrim On his long and dreary way.

Fears and perils are around me, Ave Maria! bright and pure, Ore pro me, ora pro me.

2. Ave Maria! Queen of Heaven, Teach, O teach me to obey, Lead me on, tho' fierce temptations Stand and meet me in the way.

When I fail and faint, my Mother, Ave Maria! bright and pure, Ora pro me, ora pro me.

I'll Sing a Hymn to Mary (REV. FR. WYSE)

I'll sing a hymn to Mary, The Mother of my G.o.d, The Virgin of all Virgins, Of David's royal blood.

Oh, teach me, holy Mary A loving song to frame, When wicked men blaspheme thee To love and bless thy name.

When troubles dark afflict me In sorrow and in care, Thy light doth ever guide me O beauteous Morning Star.

Lo, I'll be ever ready Thy goodly help to claim, When wicked men blaspheme thee I'll love and bless thy name.

Daily, Daily Sing to Mary

1. Daily, daily sing to Mary Sing, my soul, her praises due; All her feasts, her actions wors.h.i.+p, With the heart's devotion true.

Lost in wond'ring contemplation, Be her majesty confess'd; Call her Mother, call her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest.

2. She is mighty to deliver; Call her, trust her lovingly; When the tempest rages round thee, She will calm the troubled sea.

Gifts of heaven she has given, n.o.ble Lady, to our race; She the Queen who decks her subject, With the light of G.o.d's own grace.

Hymn to St. Joseph

1. With grateful hearts we breathe to-day The tender accents of our love.

We carol forth a little lay To thee, great saint in heaven above.

CHORUS.--O Joseph dear, from thy bright throne, Incline thine ear unto our prayer.

And o'er us all as o'er thine own, Extend thy fond paternal care, And o'er us all as o'er thine own, Extend thy fond paternal care, Extend thy fond paternal care.

2. More favored than earth's greatest king.

Thou wert the guardian of that Child, Around whose crib full choirs did sing, With cadenced voices soft and mild.