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Fifth Mystery. The Crowning of the Blessed Virgin.
THE STATIONS OF THE CROSS
A plenary indulgence can be gained each time one makes the Stations, subject to the usual conditions.
To make the Stations and gain the indulgences, no special prayer is required. We have but to begin at the first Station and go around to the last, thinking devoutly of the Pa.s.sion and Death of Christ.
HYMNS
Come, Holy Ghost, Creator Blest
1. Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest, And in our hearts take up Thy rest; Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid To fill the hearts which Thou hast made.
2. O Comforter, to Thee we cry, Thou heavenly Gift of G.o.d most high, Thou Fount of life and Fire of love, And sweet Anointing from above.
3. Praise we the Father and the Son, And Holy Spirit with them One; And may the Son on us bestow The gifts that from the Spirit flow.
O Salutaris
1. O Salutaris Hostia!
Quae coeli pandis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium.
2. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino n.o.bis donet in Patria. Amen.
Tantum Ergo
1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui; Et antiquum doc.u.mentum Novo cedat ritui; Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui.
2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit et benedictio; Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen.
V. Panem de coelo praest.i.tisti eis, R. Omne delectamentum in se habentem.
Adeste Fideles
1. Adeste, fideles, Laeti triumphantes; Venite, venite in Bethlehem; Natum videte Regem Angelorum, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus Dominum.
2. Deum de Deo, Lumen de lumine, Gestant puellae viscera; Deum verum, Genitum non factum, Venite, etc.
3. Cantet nunc Io!
Chorus Angelorum; Cantet nunc aula coelestium.
Gloria In excelsis Deo, Venite, etc.
4. Ergo, qui natus Die hodierna, Jesu! tibi sit gloria, Patris aeterni Verb.u.m caro factum, Venite, etc.
Jesus, My Lord, My G.o.d (REV. F. W. FABER)
1. Jesus, my Lord, my G.o.d, my all!
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift, So far surpa.s.sing hope or thought?
CHORUS.--Sweet Sacrament! we Thee adore, Oh, make us love Thee more and more, Oh, make us love Thee more and more.
2. Had I but Mary's sinless heart To love Thee with, my dearest King, Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise Thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing!
To Jesus' Heart All Burning (REV. A. J. CHRISTIE, S.J.)
1. To Jesus' Heart, all burning With fervent love for men, My heart with fondest yearning Shall raise the joyful strain.
CHORUS.--While ages course along, Blest be with loudest song The Sacred Heart of Jesus By every heart and tongued.
2. O Heart for me on fire With love no man can speak, My yet untold desire G.o.d gives me for Thy sake.
3. Too true I have forsaken Thy flock by wilful sin; Yet now let me be taken Back to Thy fold again.
Jesus, Gentlest Saviour (REV. F. W. FABER)
1. Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
G.o.d of might and power; Thou Thyself art dwelling In us at this hour.
Nature cannot hold Thee, Heav'n is all too strait For Thine endless glory, And Thy royal state.
2. Out beyond the s.h.i.+ning Of the farthest star, Thou art ever stretching Infinitely far.
Yet the hearts of children Hold what worlds cannot, And the G.o.d of wonders Loves the lowly spot.
Jesus! Saviour of My Soul
1. Jesus! Saviour of my soul, Let me to Thy refuge fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is nigh.
CHORUS.--Hide me, O my Saviour, hide Till the storm of life is past; Safe into Thy haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Jesus! Saviour of my soul, Let me to Thy refuge fly; Ave, Ave, Jesus mild, Deign to hear Thy lowly child.
2. Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee, Leave, oh, leave me not alone, Still support and strengthen me.
Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee (REV. E. CASWALL)
1. Jesus, the very thought of Thee With rapture fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy Face to see, And in Thy presence rest.