The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book Part 13

I need Thee, precious Jesus I need a friend like Thee; A friend to soothe and sympathize, A friend to care for me.

I need Thy Heart, sweet Jesus, To feel each anxious care; I long to tell my ev'ry want, And all my sorrows share.

2.

I need Thy Blood, sweet Jesus, To wash each sinful stain; To cleanse this sinful soul of mine, And make it pure again.

I need Thy Wounds, sweet Jesus, To fly from perils near, To shelter in these hallowed clefts, From ev'ry doubt and fear.

3.

I need Thee, sweetest Jesus, In Thy Sacrament of Love; To nourish this poor soul of mine, With treasures of Thy Love.

I'll need Thee, sweetest Jesus, When death's dread hour draws nigh, To hide me in Thy Sacred Heart, Till wafted safe on high.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.

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No. 42

OUR BLESSED LORD

When morning gilds the skies (May Jesus Christ be praised)

Processional Translated by Father Caswall Traditional Melody (1678)

Moderato

1.

When morning gilds the skies, (Solo Voices ad lib) My heart awaking cries: May Christ be praised! (Chorus) Alike at work and prayer: (Solo Voices) To Jesus I repair: May Christ be praised!

May Christ be praised! (Chorus)

2.

The sacred minster bell, It peals o'er hill and dell: May Christ be praised!

Oh! Hark to what it sings: As joyously it rings: May Christ be praised!

May Christ be praised!

3.

To Thee, my G.o.d above, I cry with glowing love: May Christ be praised!

The fairest graces spring In hearts the ever sing: May Christ be praised!

May Christ be praised!

4.

To G.o.d the Word on high, The host of angels cry: May Christ be praised!

May mortals, to upraise Their voice in hymn of praise: May Christ be praised!

May Christ be praised!

5.

Let earth's wide circle round In joyful notes resound: May Christ be praised!

Let air and sea and sky, From depths to heights reply: May Christ be praised!

May Christ be praised!

6.

Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine: May Christ be praised!

Be this th'eternal song, Through all the ages on: May Christ be praised!

May Christ be praised!

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.

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No. 43

OUR BLESSED LORD

Crown Him with many Crowns

Processional Matthew Bridges Nicola A. Montani

With expression

1.

Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon the throne; Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns All music but its own; Awake, my soul and sing Of Him who dies for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Thro' all eternity.

2.

Crown Him the Virgin's Son, The G.o.d Incarnate born; Whose arm those crimson trophies won, Which now His brow adorn!

Fruit of the Mystic Rose, As of the Rose the Stem; The Root whence Mercy ever flows, The Babe of Bethlehem.

3.

Crown Him the Lord of Love: Behold His hands and side, Rich Wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified: No Angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright.

4.

Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose pow'r a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, Absorbed in pray'r and praise: His reign shall know no end, And round His pier-ced Feet Fair flow'rs of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet.

5.

Crown Him the Lord of heaven, One with the Father known, And the blest Spirit through Him giv'n From yonder Triune throne: All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For Thou hast died for me; Thy praise shall never, never fail Thro'out eternity.

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No. 44

OUR BLESSED LORD