Be love of Thee the purg-ing fire,

my heart's de-sire.

sky? From out thine o - ver flow - ing

eyes Bright lights of glad - ness part, As

though some gushing fount of joy Had

- ter-nal Spirit's car, And on the less'ning

vision went Like some rece-ding star.

50-ST. PATRICK'S DAY.

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All praise to St. Patrick, who

brought to our mountains The gift of God,

faith, the sweet light of his love; All

praise to the shepherd, who shew'd us the

fountains That rise in the heart of the

Sa-vour a-bove! In hundreds of years, In

smiles and in tears, Our Saint hath been

with us,

our shield and our stay: All

else may have gone! St. Patrick Alone He hath

been to us light, when earth's lights were all

vene-re-mur cer nu-i, Et an-tiquum

documentum, No-vo-ce-dat ri - tu-i,