5 All our joys do flow from Mary,
All then join her praise to sing:
Trembling sing the Virgin Mother,
Mother of our Lord and King.
While we sing her awful glory,
Far above our fancy's reach,
Let our hearts be quick to offer
Love the heart alone can teach.
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6 Holy Mary, we implore thee
By thy purity divine:

Help us, bending here before thee,
Help us truly to be thine.

Thou, unfolding wide the portals
Of the kingdom in the skies,
Holy Virgin, hast to mortals
Shown the land of paradise.
7 Thon, when deepest night infernal
Had for ages shrouded man,
Gavest us that light eternal
Promised since the world began.
God in thee hath showered plenty
On the hungry and the weak;
Sending back the mighty empty,
Setting up on high the meek.

8 Thine the province to deliver
Souls that deep in bondage lie:
Thine to crush, and crush for ever,
Life-destroying heresy.

Thine to show that earthly pleasures,
All the world's enchanting bloom,
Are outrivalled by the treasures
Of the glorious life to come.

9 Teach, oh! teach us, holy Mother,
How to conquer every sin,
How to love and help each other,
How the prize of life to win.

Thou to whom a Child was given,
Greater than the sons of men,
Coming down from highest Heaven
To create this world again.

10 Oh! by that Almighty Maker,
Whom thyself a virgin bore;
Oh! by thy supreme Creator,
Linked with thee for evermore;
By the hope thy name inspires;
By our doom, reversed through thee;
Help us, Queen of Angel choirs,
Now and through eternity.

36.

The Patronage of St. Joseph.

1 DEAR Husband of Mary! dear Nurse of her Child!

Life's ways are full weary, the desert is wild ; Bleak sands are all round us, no home can we

see;

Sweet Spouse of our Lady! we lean upon thee.

2 For thou to the pilgrim art Father and Guide,
And Jesus and Mary felt safe by thy side;
Ah! blessed Saint Joseph! how safe should
I be,

Sweet Spouse of our Lady! if thou wert with me!

3 O blessed Saint Joseph! how great was thy worth,

The one chosen shadow of God upon earth; The Father of Jesus, ah, then, wilt thou be, Sweet Spouse of our Lady! a father to me?

4 Thou hast not forgotten the long dreary road, When Mary took turns with thee, bearing thy

God;

Yet light was that Burden, none lighter could

be:

Sweet Spouse of our Lady! O canst thou bear

me?

5 A cold thankless heart, and a mean love of ease, What weights, blessed Patron! more galling

than these?

My life, my past life, thy clear vision may see; Sweet Spouse of our Lady! O canst thou love

me?

6 Ah! give me thy Burden to bear for a while; Let me kiss His warm lips, and adore His sweet smile;

With her Babe in my arms, surely Mary will be,

Sweet Spouse of our Lady! my pleader with thee!

7 When the treasures of God were unsheltered on earth,

Safe keeping was found for them both in thy worth ;

O Father of Jesus! be father to me,

Sweet Spouse of our Lady! and I will love thee!

8 God chose thee for Jesus and Mary! wilt thou Forgive a poor exile for choosing thee now? There is no Saint in Heaven I worship like thee:

Sweet Spouse of our Lady! O deign to love me!

37.

Hymn to St. Joseph.
1 HAIL! holy Joseph, hail!
Husband of Mary, hail!
Chaste as the lily flower
In Eden's peaceful vale.

2 Hail! holy Joseph, hail!
Father of Christ esteemed!
Father be thou to those

Thy Foster-Son redeemed.

3 Hail! holy Joseph, hail!
Prince of the House of God,
May His best graces be

By thy sweet hands bestowed.

4 Hail! holy Joseph, hail!
Comrade of angels, hail!

Cheer thou the hearts that faint,
And guide the steps that fail.

5 Hail! holy Joseph, hail!
God's choice wert thou alone;
To thee the Word made flesh
Was subject as a Son.

6 Hail! holy Joseph, hail!
Teach us our flesh to tame;
And, Mary, keep the hearts
That love thy husband's name

7 Mother of Jesus! bless,
And bless, ye Saints on high,
All meek and simple souls
That to Saint Joseph cry.

38.

St. Michael.

1 HAIL, bright Archangel! Prince of heaven! Spirit divinely strong!

To whose rare merit hath been given
To head the angelic throng!

2 Thine the first worship was, when gloom Through heaven's thinned ranks did move, Thus giving unto God the bloom

Of young creation's love.

3 O trumpet-tongued! O beautiful!
O force of the Most High!

The blessed of the earth look dull
Beside thy majesty.

4 First servant of the Ineffable!
The first created eye

That ever, proved and perfect, fell
On the dread Trinity!

5 O Michael! worship Him this night,
The Father, Word, and Dove,
Renewing with strong act the might
Of thy first marvellous love.

6 Praise to the Three, whose love designed
Thee champion of the Lord;

Who first conceived thee in His mind,
And made thee with His Word.

7 Who stooped from nothingness to raise
A life like thine so high,

Beauty and being that should praise
His love eternally!

39.

St. Gabriel.

1 HAIL, Gabriel! hail! a thousand hails
For thine whose music still prevails
In the world's listening ear!
Angelic Word! sent forth to tell
How the Eternal Word should dwell
Amid His creatures here!

2 Angel of Jesus! days gone by
Bore burdens of kind prophecy
To quicken hope delayed;

Then, preluding with John's sweet name,
At length thy choicest music came
Unto the Mother-Maid.

3 Voice of heaven's sweetness, uttered low, Thy words like strains of music grow Upon the stilly night;

Clear echoes from the Mind of God,
Stealing through Mary's blest abode
In pulses of delight.