4.

Sorrow will seem.

Sweet will my transports be,
Jesus, Thy face to see,
When I have come, at last,

Nearer to Thee.

ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD.

ANGELS we have heard on high-
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echo back their joyous strains.
: Gloria in excelsis Deo. :||

Shepherds, why this jubilee?

Why your rapturous strains prolong? Say what may the tidings be, Which inspire your heav'nly song? : Gloria in excelsis Deo. :||

Come to Bethlehem, come and see,
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come adore on bended knee,

Th' Infant Christ, the newborn King.
: Gloria in excelsis Deo. :||

See within a manger laid,

Jesus, Lord of heav'n and earth!
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
With us sing our Saviour's birth.
: Gloria in excelsis Deo. :||

5. THE SNOW LAY ON THE GROUND.

THE Snow lay on the ground,
The stars shone bright,

When Christ, our Lord, was born,

On Christmas night.

Venite adoremus Dominum.

Venite adoremus Dominum.

'Twas Mary, daughter pure
Of holy Ann,

Venite, etc.

That brought into this world
The God-made man.

6. WITH HEARTS TRULY GRATEFUL.

WITH hearts truly grateful,
Come all ye faithful

To Jesus, to Jesus in Bethlehem;
See Christ your Saviour,
Heaven's greatest favor.

Let's hasten to adore Him;
Let's hasten to adore Him;

Let's hasten to adore Him;
Our God and King.

God to God equal,

Light of Light eternal;

Carried in Virgin's ever spotless womb.
He all preceded,

Begotten not created.

Let's hasten, etc.

Angels now praise Him,

Loud their voices raising,

The heavenly mansions with joy now ring. Praise, honor, glory,

To Him who is most holy.

Let's hasten, etc.

To Jesus, born this day,

Grateful homage repay;

To Him who all heavenly gifts doth bring. Word uncreated,

To our flesh united.

Let's hasten, etc.

7.

HYMN TO THE HOLY CHILD JESUS.

JESUS, teach me how to pray,

Suffer not my thoughts to stray,
Send distractions far away,
Sweet, holy Child.

Let me not be rude or wild,
Make me humble, meek and mild,
Pure as angels undefiled
Sweet, holy Child.

When I work, or when I play,
Be Thou with me through the day,
Teach me what to do and say,
Sweet, holy Child.

Make me love Thy mother blest,
Safe beneath her care to rest,
As a bird within its nest.
Sweet, holy Child.

When the hour of death is nigh,
Then may Mary standing by,
Take me in her arms to die,
Sweet, holy Child.

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PALM SUNDAY.

TO THEE, O Christ, be glory, praises loud, To Thee, Hosanna, cried the Jewish crowd.

We Israel's monarch, David's Son proclaim: Thou com'st, blest King, in God's most holy

name.

R. To Thee, etc.

Angels and men in one harmonious choir To sing Thy everlasting praise conspire.

R. To Thee, etc.

Thee Israel's children met with conquering palms;

To Thee our vows we pay in loudest psalms. R. To Thee, etc.

For Thee on earth with boughs they strewed the ways:

To Thee in heaven we sing melodious praise. R. To Thee, etc.

Accept this tribute, which to Thee we bring, As Thou didst theirs, O good and gracious

King.

R. To Thee, etc.

Amen.