Mary's woes
And fav'rite of thy Lord!
Thou to whom grace was giv'n
To stand where Peter fell,
Whose heart could brook the Cross
Of Him it loved so well!

2.
We know not all thy gifts;
But this Christ bids us see,
That He Who so loved all
Found more to love in thee.
When the last evening came,
Thy head was on His Breast,
Pillowed on earth where now
In heav'n the Saints find rest.

3.
Dear Saint I stand far off
With vilest sins oppressed;
Oh may I dare, like thee,
To lean upon His Brest?
His touch could heal the sick,
His voice could raise the dead!
Oh that my soul might be
Where He allows thy head.

4.
The gifts He gave to thee
He gave thee to impart;
And I, too, claim with thee
His Mother and His Heart.
Ah teach me, then, dear Saint!
The secrets Christ taught thee,
The beatings of His Heart,
And how it beat for me.

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No. 104

SAINTS, St. Jeanne d' Arc

The Maid of France, with visioned eyes

Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry
(Written expressly for the St. Gregory Hymnal, all rights reserved)

Ancient French Melody

A traditional Catholic melody (Provencal Noel) known as "Marche dei Rei"
words of which are attributed to King Rene. The Noel, over two centuries
old, was utilized by Bizet in his incidental music to "L' Arlessierne."

Arr. by N. A. M.

1.
The Maid of France, with visioned eyes,
Saw messengers from Paradise
And Voices bore a hidden word
That only by her ear was heard.

Refrain
O blessed Maid, the chant we raise
That tells the meaning of thy praise:
Thou teachest us the lesson grand
Of love for God and Fatherland.

2.
The Visions and the Voices spoke
A wondrous message: "Break the yoke
That burdens France, and crown your King,
Sweet Herald of his triumphing!"

3.
The Maid believed the great command,
And fought for God and native land:
A model she shall ever lamp
To guide her feet in court or camp.

4.
O who shall dare her glory paint?
She lived a hero, dies a Saint:
A model she shall ever stand
Of love for God and Fatherland.

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No. 105

SAINTS, St. Cecilia

Let the deep organ swell the lay

Rev. C. Pise
Nicola. A. Montani

Marcato

1.
Let the deep organ swell the lay,
In honor of this festive day;
Let the harmonious choirs proclaim
Cecilia's ever blessed name.
Rome gave the virgin martyr birth,
Whose holy name hath filled the earth;
And from the early dawn of youth,
She fixed her heart