2. And humbly I'll receive Thee,
The Bridegroom of my soul,
No more by sin to grieve Thee,
Or fly Thy sweet control.

3. And when Thy heart, dear Jesus,
Is beating close to mine,
O cleanse my heart in mercy,
And make it worthy Thine.

4. And low before Thee bending,
I make this prayer to Thee:
When death shall send his summons,
That Thou wilt come to me.

5. And then, although unworthy
Of Thee, my soul's sweet guest,
In Love Divine my spirit

Shall find eternal rest.

For e-ter-nal peace she sighs; Nought can then dis

turb her rest; With her God su - preme-ly blest. 2 Here she may, from care retiring, Find a sweet and healing balm,

All celestial love inspiring,

Shed around a heav'nly balm.

3 Here with purest love remaining,
Jesus answers ev'ry pray'r;
With His help, the soul sustaining,
Makes her ev'ry blessing share.

ev-'ry heart and tongue, By ev-'ry heart and tongue.

2. O heart for me on fire

With love no man can speak,

My yet untold desire

God gives me for Thy sake.

3. When life away is flying,

And earth's false glare is done,
Still, Sacred Heart, in dying,
I'll say, I'm all Thine own.

Bona Mors.

HELENE LANTRY, Class of 1902, St. Mary's Academy, Notre Dame, Indiana.

1. Whilst I dwell, O my God, in this valley of tears,

5.

For ref-uge and comfort I fly un-to thee

And when death's awful hour with its terrors appears,

O merciful Je-sus, have mer-cy on me,

O merciful Je-sus, have mer-cy on me.

CHORUS.

O mer-ci-ful Jesus, O mer-ci-ful Je-sus, O