hat love thy husband's name.
Mother of Jesus! bless,
And bless, ye saints on high,
All meek and simple souls
That to Saint Joseph cry.

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No. 96

SAINTS, St. Patrick

Hail, glorious Saint Patrick (No. 1)

Sister Agnes
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Maestoso

1.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! dear Saint of our isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in the mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down in love.

2.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong
Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng;
Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art;
Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part!

3.
In the war against sin, in the fight for faith,
Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death;
May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and pray'r,
Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear.

4.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.

5.
Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoever we roam,
For God and Saint Patrick and our native home.

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No. 97

SAINTS, St. Patrick

Hail, glorious Saint Patrick (No.2)

Sister Agnes
Ancient Irish Melody
Arr. by N. A. M.

Maestoso

1.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! dear Saint of our isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in the mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down in love.

2.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong
Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng;
Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art;
Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part!

3.
In the war against sin, in the fight for faith,
Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death;
May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and pray'r,
Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear.

4.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.

5.
Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoev