hand up-raise me.16 While the wick-ed are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,

Call me, with Thy saints sur-round - ed. 17 Low I kneel with heart-submission; See, like ashes,

my con-tri-tion; Help me in my last con -di-tion. 18 Ah, that day of tears and mourning!

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dim.

KIINTO NUBLI

From the dust of earth returning, Man for judgment must prepare him; Spare, O God, in mer-cy

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spare him: 19 Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest, Grant us Thine e- ter

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nal rest. A-MEN.

Thomas of Celano, 13th cent. Trans. by Rev. William J. Irons, 1848: verse 1, line 2; verse 19, alt.

10 God, mine in - most soul con- vert, And deep ly on my thoughtful heart

And save me ere it be too late; Wake me to right-eousness.

1 That day of wrath, that dread - ful day When heaven and earth shall pass a way!

What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dread-ful day? A-MEN.

O quick - ly come; for doubt and fear Like clouds dis- solve when Thou art near.

Rev. John B. Dykes, 1875

272 VENI CREATOR L. M.

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(For verses 1-4)

1 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls in-spire, And light - en with ce

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lestial fire.

Thou the a-nointing Spir it art, Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts (Verse 4) This may be our end

im- part: less song:

2 Thy blessèd unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight:

(For verse 5)

3 Anoint and cheer our soilèd face
With the abundance of Thy grace.
Keep far our foes, give peace at home:
Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come

4 Teach us to know the Father, Son,

And Thee, of both, to be but One:
That through the ages all along
This may be our endless song:

5 Praise to Thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Anon. (Latin, 10th cent.). Trans. by Bishop John Cosin, 1627

3 Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King?

All, all Thine own, soul, heart, and strength, and mind;
I see Thy cross there teach my heart to cling:
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find.

4 Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;

Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

5 Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame;
The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.

Rev. George Croly, 1854