Oh! by all the pains and woe Bending from Thy throne on high, 2 By Thy helpless infant years, 3 By Thine hour of dire despair; 4 By Thy deep expiring groan; Oh! from earth to heaven restored. Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn Litany! Amen. Sir R. Grant. 96. Pange lingua gloriosi. 1 Now, my tongue, the mystery telling, I 2 Of the glorious Body sing, And the Blood, all price excelling, Given for us, and condescending He with men in converse blending 3 That last night at supper lying, 'Mid the Twelve, His chosen band, Keeps the feast its rites demand; 4 Word-made-Flesh the Bread He breaketh, Maketh it His Body be; Wine, His Blood; which whoso taketh 5 Therefore we before Him bending, Types and shadows have their ending, Faith, the outward sense befriending, Makes the inward vision clear. 6 Glory let us give, and blessing, Honour, might, and praise addressing, Ever too His love confessing Who, from Both, with Both is One. Amen. St. T. Aquinas. J. M. Neale. (tr.*) 97. I O THE mystery, passing wonder 2 When, reclining at the board, "Eat," Thou said'st to Thy Disciples, "That True Bread with quickening stored : Drink in faith the healing Chalice From a dying God outpoured.” Christ is now our mighty Pascha, Drink we of the Blood He shed. 3 Christ to all the world gives banquet Him, albeit with lips all earthly, Priest and Victim all complete. 4 Glory let us give, and blessing, To the Father and the Son, I Honour, might, and praise addressing, Ever, too, His Love confessing, Who, from Both, with Both is One. Amen. Good Friday. 98. Lustra sex qui jam peregit. SEE the destined day arise ! See, a willing Sacrifice, To redeem our fatal loss, 2 Jesus, who but Thou had borne, 3 Who but Thou had dared to drain Steeped in gall the cup of pain; And with tender body bear Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear? 4 Thence poured forth the Water flowed, Mingled from Thy Side with Blood; Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finished Sacrifice. 5 Holy Jesus, grant us grace In that Sacrifice to place I 2 All our trust for life renewed, Pardoned sin, and promised good. Amen. 99. Bp. R. Mant. (tr.) O COME and mourn with me awhile, 1 And tarry here the Cross beside; O come together let us mourn ; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? 3 How fast His Hands and Feet are nailed; His blessèd Tongue with thirst is tied ; His failing Eyes are blind with blood; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified ! 4 Seven times He spake, seven words of love, And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! 5 Come, take thy stand beneath the Cross, Fall gently on thee drop by drop: |