St. Basil's Hymn Book CONTAINING PRAYERS AT MASS, PRAYERS BEFORE AND AFTER HOLY COMMUNION AN Extensive Collection of Hymns FOR USE IN Church, School and Home Vesper Psalms, Litanies, Latin Throughout the Year OFFICE AND RULES FOR 31st Edition COMPILED BY THE BASILIAN FATHERS JOHN P. DALEIDEN CO. Publishers PRINTED IN U. S. A. IMPRIMATUR: INILUS MCNEIL, Archiep. Torontinensis. Feast of St. Basil, 1925. COPYRIGHT, U. S. A., 1925 BY FRANCIS FORSTER All rights reserved SOLD FOR THE BENEFIT OF STUDENTS PREPARING FOR THE PRIESTHOOD JAN 21 1927 B29 St. Basil DES ST. BASIL THE GREAT light, CHORUS state 2. Thou wert zealous and powerful of work and of. word, The Godhead of Christ thou didst teach and maintain, To His love by thy preaching the multitudes stirred, Proclaimed, “Christ is God, in our hearts let Him reign.' CHORUS. 3. Thy patience was wondrous, thy purity bright As the snow on a mountain-peak lit by the sun, sight, CHORUS. 4. May thy perfect example, be ever our guide, Thy deep zeal for study, thy love for the Faith, pride, CHORUS. 1 God And in the depth be praise: Most sure in all His ways ! 2. O loving wisdom of our God! When all was sin and shame, And to the rescue came. Amen. 3. O wisest love! that flesh and blood, Which did in Adam fail, Should strive and should prevail; 4. And that a higher gift than grace Should flesh and blood refine, And Essence all-divine. 5. O generous love! that He Who smote In man for man the foe, For man should undergo; 6. And in the garden secretly, And on the cross on high, To suffer and to die. 7. Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise: Most sure in all His ways! 8. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, And from the heavenly host. Amen. 2 MY GOD, HOW WONDERFUL THOU ART MY Thy Majesty how bright! In depths of burning light ! O everlasting Lord, 2. How beautiful, how beautiful, The sight of Thee must be, And awful purity! With deepest tend’rest fears, And penitential tears. 3. Yet I may love Thee, too, O Lord ! Almighty as Thou art; The love of my poor heart. No mother half so mild, With me, Thy sinful child. |