Came to this lowly tenement,

And stayed awhile with me.

With His celestial FLESH and BLOOD
My fainting soul He fed;

With tender words of grace and love,
My heart He comforted.

He, Who of all that live and breathe
Is all the Life and Breath,
This morning deigned to visit me
In this my house of death.

He, Whose immensity transcends
Creation's utmost goal,

This morning deigned to be confined
Within my finite soul.

He, Who in endless wealth abounds,
The world's Possessor blest,

This morning deigned, oh, wondrous thought,
To be by me possessed.

He, Who in Awful GODHEAD sits
Upon His throne on high,

This morning entered my abode,
In His Humanity.

He, Who for me a trembling Babe,
On Mary's breast reclined,

This morning in my heart and flesh
His DEITY enshrined.

O Soul of mine, reflect, reflect,
Consider, one by one,

What marvels of surpassing grace,
Thy GOD in thee hath done.

His tender love with love repay,
Extol His sacred Name,
To all the world His greatness tell,
His graciousness proclaim.

O

O King of Beauty.

KING of Beauty, LORD of Love,
True Bread and living Stay,

How dost Thou sweet Refreshment prove,
To pilgrims on their way.

O precious Drops that from yon Fount
Of comfort ever flow,

Who taste of these all toil surmount,
They sweeten every woe.

Manna Celestial daily spread,

Drink from the Rock outpoured,
Thus through the wild are nourished
Thy sorrowing children, LORD.

Thrice blessed they, who day by day
On JESUS' breast recline;

With Thee, indeed, no more we need,
Who giv'st Thyself to Thine.

ΟΙ

Oh, what is this enchanting calm.

H, what is this enchanting calm,

Which thus with joy my bosom fills,
Which o'er my spirit pours a balm,
And through my inmost being thrills?

Is some bright Seraph hither sent,
Diffusing sweetness from his wings,
To steep my bosom in content,

Unseen, unfelt from earthly things?
No; something purer far must dwell
Within this raptured soul of mine:
'Tis what no mortal tongue can tell;
'Tis more than Heavenly, 'tis Divine.

My GOD, my JESUS, it is Thou

Art ravishing my heart with Bliss; Thy Presence is within me now:

Could I have asked a boon like this?

Yes, stooping from Thy Throne above,
Thou wilt not dwell from man apart :
Thou, in Thy Sacrament of Love,

Hast come to dwell within my heart.

Acts of Thanksgiving

Sunday

LORD JESU CHRIST, Thou Guest of my soul, Who hast this day vouchsafed to come unto, and to abide with Thy poor and humble servant; blessed art Thou, and highly to be exalted and praised with thanksgiving, Who hast visited me, as the Day-spring from on high. O King of Peace, drive from my mind and heart all vain and evil thoughts, that my soul may be able to contemplate and to love Thee only, the Author of Peace, and Lover of concord. And what can my soul seek and taste beside Thee, O Thou Peace, Tranquillity, and Sweetness of my heart? O Fount of perpetual love, how can I forget Thee, Who hast deigned to remember me, and give me Thyself? Beyond all my expectation, Thou hast showed pity to Thy servant; and beyond all my deserts, hast Thou showed me Thy grace. What thanks, then, can I worthily render unto the LORD?

OH,

H, that I could serve Thee in thanksgiving all the days of my life; that even for one day I might show unto Thee true and worthy

Grant

service. Verily art Thou worthy of all service, honour, and eternal glory. Verily Thou art my LORD, and I Thy poor servant, who am bound to serve Thee with all my strength, and who never should grow weary of praising Thee and giving Thee thanks. This is my wish, this my desire; and do Thou, O LORD, deign to supply whatsoever is lacking in me. Grant me, LORD JESU, Thy grace, that it may be with me, and labour with me, and persevere with me, even unto the end. that I may always desire and wish what is most acceptable to Thee, and most pleasing unto Thee. May Thy will be mine; and may my will always follow Thine, and most thoroughly agree with it. May I wish and hate only what Thou wishest and hatest. And may I be unable to wish or hate anything but what Thou, O LORD, dost wish or hate. Grant that I may die to all that is in the world; and for Thy sake love to be despised and unknown. Grant that I may, above all desire, rest in Thee, and that my heart may be at peace in Thee. Thou art the true Peace of the soul; Thou art its only rest; and without Thee all things are unquiet and unpeaceful. In this peace, that is in Thee, the Highest Good, may I lay me down and take my rest.

How

OW great thanksgiving, LORD JESU, is due unto Thee for the reception of Thy sacred BODY and Thy most precious BLOOD, whose dignity no man is able to explain. Thanks be to Thee, O eternal Shepherd, Who hast deigned to refresh me,