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Holy Joseph, dearest father

Hymnal: LCNS1885 #222 (1880) First Line: How to praise thee, how to thank thee Lyrics: Holy Joseph, dearest father, To thy children's prayer incline, Whilst we sing thy joys and sorrows, And the glories which are thine. 1 How to praise thee, how to thank thee, Blessed saint, we cannot tell, Favors countless hast thou given, Can we choose but love thee well? Holy Joseph, dearest father, To thy children's prayer incline, Whilst we sing thy joys and sorrows, And the glories which are thine. 2 Near to Jesus, near to Mary, And, kind Father, near to thee, Keep us, while on earth we wander, And in death our helper be. Holy Joseph, dearest father, To thy children's prayer incline, Whilst we sing thy joys and sorrows, And the glories which are thine. 3 We have prayed and thou hast answered, We have asked and thou hast given. Need we marvel? Jesus tell us, Joseph has the stores of heaven. 4 One more favor we will ask thee, Thou of all canst grant it best, When we die be thou still near us, Bring us safe to endless rest. Languages: English Tune Title: [How to praise thee, how to thank thee]

When morning gilds the skies

Hymnal: LCNS1885 #223 (1880) Lyrics: 1 When morning gilds the skies, My heart, awaking cries, May Jesus Christ be praised, May Jesus Christ be praised. Alike at work and prayer, To Jesus I repair; May Jesus Christ be praised, May Jesus Christ be praised. 2 The sacred minster bell, It peals o'er hill and dell, May Jesus Christ be praised, May Jesus Christ be praised. Oh! hark to what it sings, As joyously it rings; May Jesus Christ be praised, May Jesus Christ be praised. 3 To Thee, my God above, I cry with glowing love: May Jesus Christ be praised. May Jesus Christ be praised. The fairest graces spring, In hearts that ever sing: May Jesus Christ be praised, May Jesus Christ be praised. 4 My tongue shall never tire Of chanting in the choir: May Jesus Christ be praised. May Jesus Christ be praised. This song of sacred joy, It never seems to cloy: May Jesus Christ be praised, May Jesus Christ be praised. Languages: English Tune Title: [When morning gilds the skies]

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes

Hymnal: LCNS1885 #224 (1880) First Line: Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Lyrics: 1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see the Father there, Upon a throne of love. The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss Are opened by the Son; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' almighty throne; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach the almighty throne. 2 O heaven! O land of pure delight! Where saints immortal reign, Where endless day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain, When shall my soul, from darkness free, To thy bright seats remove, Fore'er to praise my dearest Lord, In endless peace and love; Fore'er to praise my dearest Lord, In endless peace and love. 3 To Him who sits upon the throne, The God who all things made, And to the Lamb for sinners slain, Be endless honors paid. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory as it was and is, And shall be evermore; Be glory, as it was and is, And shall be evermore. Languages: English Tune Title: [Come, let us lift our joyful eyes]

I love Thee, O thou Lord

Hymnal: LCNS1885 #225 (1880) First Line: I love Thee, O Thou Lord most high! Lyrics: 1 I love Thee, O thou Lord most high! Because Thou first hast loved me I seek no other liberty, But that of being bound to Thee; My memory no tho't suggest, But shall to Thy pure glory tend; My understanding find no rest, Except in Thee, its only end. 2 My God, I here protest to Thee, No other will I have than Thine, Whatever Thou hast giv'n to me, I here again to thee resign. All mine is thine, say but the word, Whate'er Thou willest shall be done; I know Thy love, all gracious Lord, I know it seeks my good alone. 3 I love Thee, O Thou Lord most high, Because Thou first hast loved me; I seek no other liberty But that of being bound to Thee; Apart from Thee, all things are nought, Then grant, O my supremest Bliss, Grant me to love thee as I ought,-- Thou givest all in giving this! Languages: English Tune Title: [I love Thee, O Thou Lord most high!]

St. Catherine's Ballad

Hymnal: LCNS1885 #227 (1880) First Line: Saint Catherine, she was a maiden mild Lyrics: 1 St. Catherine, she was a maiden mild, St. Catherine, she was a maiden pure; And after her prayers she loved her books, That show us to heaven the pathway sure. O St. Catherine, meek! O St. Catherine, pure! 2 The wisest doctors of Egypt came To prove that the Catholic faith was wrong, They reasoned for hours, and bro't out their books, For they all were mighty in wits and tongue. O St. Catherine, meek! O St. Catherine, pure! 3 Saint Catherine stood before them all, So humble--she trusted in Heaven alone; She proved that the Catholic faith was right, Till there they sat, as dumb as a stone. 4 Now what did the king and his courtiers do, When none of them all could answer a word? They said she no longer was fit to live, And cut off her innocent head with a sword. 5 But, far away to the holy mount, Bright angels in triumph St. Catherine bore; And now in the courts above she reigns With Christ and His Mother for evermore. 6 O dear Saint Catherine! pray for us now; Help us to keep our Faith's true light; For we are in struggle with danger and sin, And you are in Heaven where all is bright. Languages: English Tune Title: [St. Catherine, she was a maiden mild]

Child's Hymn to the Guardian Angel

Hymnal: LCNS1885 #228 (1880) First Line: How kind it is of you to come Lyrics: 1 How kind it is of you to come, Bright angel, from your starry home, And watch by night, and watch by day, Beside a sinful child of clay! How good and pure I ought to be, Who always live so near to thee! Beneath thine eyes the whole day round, Where'er I tread is holy ground. 2 And if I had my wish, I would, Dear angel mine! be always good; This minute I would rather die, Than say bad words or tell a lie; I always feel disposed this way, Whene'er I kneel me down to pray; But I forget when church is o'er, And am as naughty as before. 3 O blessed guardian! kind and mild, Have pity on a poor weak child, And pray that God will make me strong To do the right and shun the wrong. Whenever I commit a sin, I feel my very heart within Grow chill and heavy like a clod, Because I have offended God. 4 But I would rather love the Lord, And shun each sinful deed and word, Than do the sin, then feel the force Of bitter shame and keen remorse. I wish to think of God and thee Whenever pretty things I see, Till every flower that gems the sod Shall make me think of thee and God. 5 Inspired by faith, I wish to hear Thy gentle football strike my ear, Before thy radiant face to bow, And feed thy kiss upon my brow. Thy broad white wings shall be my shield While battling on life's dusty field; Thine arms enfold me when I die, And waft me homeward to the sky. Languages: English Tune Title: [How kind it is of you to come]

Come, ye lofty! Come, ye lowly!

Author: Archer Gurney Hymnal: LCNS1885 #230 (1880) First Line: Come, ye lofty! Come, ye lowly! Lyrics: 1 Come, ye lofty! Come, ye lowly! Let you songs of gladness ring! In a stable lies the Holy, In a manger rests the King. See, in Mary's arms reposing, Christ by highest heaven adored; Come, your circle round Him closing, Pious hearts that love the Lord. 2 Come, ye poor; no pomp of station Robes the Child your hearts adore; He, the Lord of all salvation, Shares your want, is weak and poor: Oxen round about behold them, Rafters naked, cold, and bare: See, the shepherds! God has told them That the "Prince of Peace" lies there. 3 High above a star is shining, And the Wise Men haste from far; Come, glad hearts, and spirits pining, For you all has ris'n the star. Let us bring our glad oblations, Thanks, and love, and faith, and praise; Come, ye people! Come, ye nations! All-in-All draw nigh to gaze. 4 Come, ye children, blithe and merry! This one Child, your model make; Christmas holly, leaf, and berry, All be prized, for His dear sake: Come, ye gentle hearts and tender! Come, ye spirits brave and bold! All-in-All your homage render, Weak and mighty, young and old. 5 Hark! the heaven of heavens is ringing, Christ the Lord to man is born! Are not all our hearts, too, singing, "Welcome, Welcome, Christmas morn!" Still the Child, all power possessing, Smiles as through the ages past; And the song of Christmas blessing Sweetly sinks to rest at last. Languages: English Tune Title: [Come, ye lofty! Come, ye lowly!]

Evening hymn to the Sacred Heart

Author: S. N. D. Hymnal: LCNS1885 #232 (1880) First Line: Night folds her starry curtains round Refrain First Line: Not man, nor angel can portray Lyrics: 1 Night folds her starry curtains round, As day hath faded on the hills, And thro' the silence so profound, Calm peace a fragment balm distils. A soothing voice like incense falls, All cares, all sorrows to beguile; Our Lord in love and pity calls, Come to my heart and rest awhile. Not man, nor angel can portray, O dearest Lord, how sweet Thou art, To call us from our cares away, To rest within Thy sacred heart! 2 To serve Thee, Jesus, is to reign; Thy blessed bondage makes us free; We count it as our highest gain, Forsaking all to follow thee. Thrice happy are the hours and bright We spend beneath Thy control; Thy yoke is sweet, Thy burden light, Thy love the sunshine of the soul. Not man, nor angel can portray, O dearest Lord, how sweet Thou art, To call us from our cares away, To rest within Thy sacred heart! 3 O dearest Lord, our steps restrain, That from Thy grace we ne'er depart; And closer draw the triple chain, That binds us to Thy Sacred Heart. Then shall our wond'ring transports know The blessings to Thy spouses given, The hundred fold on earth below, Above, the endless joys of heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: [Night folds her starry curtains round]