By the hope thy name inspires,
By our doom revers'd through thee,
Bring us, Queen of angel choirs,

To a blest eternity.

40.

Divine Providence.

BEHOLD the lilies of the field,

They neither toil nor sow;

Yet God doth all things needful yield,
That they may bud and blow.

Not Solomon in glory shone

Like one of these poor flowers,
That look to God, and God alone,
For sunshine and for showers.
And does his mercy value less
The offspring of his grace?
And will a Father's love not bless
The child that seeks his face?

Oh, then away with fear and care
For all that may betide:
And turn to God in trustful pray'r,
And in his love confide.

He is our Father, and he knows
His earthly children's need;
On all our daily wants and woes
He looks with careful heed.

41. If e'er my heart in riper years. Ir e'er my heart in riper years Shall beat with anguish, grief, or fears, My Jesus he will hear each moan, And gently say, "Thou'rt not alone."

Though fled were every earthly friend
On whom I might or could depend;
Though left by all, to all unknown,
He still will say, "Thou'rt not alone."
Though cherish'd ones around me die,
And sever'd be each earthly tie;

I still may seek my Saviour's throne,
And hear him say, "Thou'rt not alone."
So too, when all my years are past,
And life her race hath run at last,
My God, thou wilt not me disown,

To whom thou saidst, "Thou'rt not alone."

42. Hymn to Jesus in the Blessed

Sacrament.

O JESU, it were surely sweet
To sit and listen at thy feet,

With those who in thy life drew near
Thy words of wondrous grace to hear.
And it were sweet to walk with thee
Along the shores of Galilee;

Or, safe embark'd in Peter's boat,
O'er its blue waves with thee to float.

Yet sweeter far it is to pray
Before thine altar night and day,
And feel the love which bids thee lie
Thus wrapt in holiest mystery.

Yes, Jesus! thou art hidden thus
On this poor earth for love of us;
And yet, upon thine altar-throne,
Too oft we leave thee all alone.

Ah, since it is thy chief delight

To dwell with us both day and night,
Sweet Jesus, make it ours to be

Both night and day to stay with thee.

43. Hymn of Thanksgiving after Communion.

(1.)

WHAT happiness can equal mine?
I've found the object of my love;
My Saviour and my Lord divine

Is come to me from heav'n above.
He makes my heart his own abode,

His flesh becomes my daily bread; He pours on me his healing blood, And with his life my soul is fed. My love is mine, and I am his;

In me he dwells, in him I live: Where could I taste a purer bliss? What greater boon could Jesus give? O royal banquet! heav'nly feast!

O flowing fount of life and grace! Where God the Giver, man the guest, Meet and unite in sweet embrace.

Dear Jesus, now my heart is thine,
Oh, may it never from thee fly
My God, be thou for ever mine,
And I thine own eternally.
No more, O Satan, thee I fear!

O world, thy charms I now despise ! For Christ himself is with me here, My joy, my life, my paradise.

44. Hymn of Thanksgiving after Communion.

(II.)

AH! what is this enchanting calm
Which thus with peace my bosom fills,
Which o'er my spirit pours a balm,
And through my inmost being thrills?
Is there some seraph hither sent,
Diffusing sweetness from his wings,
To steep my bosom in content

Unknown, unfelt, from earthly things?
No! something purer far must dwell
Within this raptur'd soul of mine;
Tis what no mortal tongue can tell,
'Tis more than heav'nly, 'tis divine.
My God! my Jesus! it is thou

Art ravishing my heart with bliss; Thy presence is within me now :

Ah! could I ask a boon like this?

Yes! stooping from thy throne above, Thou wilt not dwell from man apart; Thy dearest home becomes, through love, The tabernacle of my heart.

LONDON:

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OF

HYMNS AND SONGS

FOR THE USE OF

Catholic Schools and Families, &c.

Complete in Three Parts, viz.

No. I. CATHOLIC HYMNS.

II. SACRED SONGS.

III. DESCRIPTIVE SONGS.

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