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HYMNS SUNG AT VESPERS ACCORDING TO THE FESTIVAL.
Creator Alme Siderum, For Advent.
O bright Creator of the skies—
Receive our vows and suppliant cries!
Thou who, by kindest impulse swayed,
Ere all should be to hell betrayed;
Who from a virgin temple sprung,
Wast on the cross a victim hung;—
Great, glorious Lord! we pray to thee, Whose very name hath such command, Nor heaven nor hell its power withstand,
But trembling all must bend the knee.
To thee, tremendous judge! we bow;
Last dreadful judge! we crave thine aid.
Be every wily foe dismayed.
May willing honour, glory, praise,
United stands for endless days.
Jesu Kedemftor Omnium: For Christmas.
Jesus, the ransomer of man,
Thou brightness of the Father's rays.
Jesu Dulcis Memoria: For II. Sunday
After Efifhany. Jesus! the only thought of thee Gives joy and true serenity: But, oh, than honey far more sweet Our Saviour face to face to meet! No song can be so sweet to hear, No sound so well the heart can cheer, The mind no thought so glad can frame As Jesus Christ's most holy name. O Jesus! kind to sinners' fears, And kind to anxious suppliant prayers. To those who seek for thee, how kind !— What then art thou to those who find? No tongue can make the hearer guess, Nor writing say how thou dost bless: Those only who have tried can tell What 'tis to love their Jesus well. Jesus, our only bliss be thou, Who wilt all future joy bestow! Oh, let our love and glory be For endless ages drawn from thee. Jesus, our king, admir'd, rever'd, The conqueror of all that's fear'd— True sweetness all—thou dost impart, Far more than asks the trembling heart! When thou dost seek the mourner's breast. Truth smiles anew with promise blest, No longer earth and sin defiles, Love warms the soul and hope beguiles.
Jesus! in thee each heart delights.
Oh haste to Jesus! hasten all!
Oh may our hymns repeat thy name,
Whom most thou fav'rest, more will crave;
O Jesus, whom my soul desires,
, Oh, stay with us! dear Jesus, stay!
Jesus, the Virgin's only son,
Audi Benigne Conditor: For Lent.
Benign Creator! kindly hear
The prayers and sighs in sorrow blent, Which to thy pitying throne we bear,
In this most holy fast of Lent.
O Thou who searches every heart,
Peace and forgiveness now impart,
Much have we sinned—our ways we blame,
Oh, for the glory of thy name,
Oh grant that we may now restrain.
That vicious strength may not remain
Oh grant, most holy Trinity,
And may our tears productive be
Vexilla Regis, For Passion And Palm