on God and truth.

2.
Then from the world's bewild'ring strife,
In peace she spent her holy life,
Teaching the organ to combine
With voice, to praise the Lamb divine,
Cecilia, with a two-fold crown
Adorned in Heav'n, we pray look down
Upon thy fervent votaries here
And harken to their humble pray'r.

Page 164-165

----------

No. 106

SAINTS, St. Agnes

Sweet Agnes, Holy Child

Anonymous
Melody from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante religioso

1.
Sweet Agnes, holy child,
All purity,
Oh, may we undefiled,
Be pure as thee:
Ready our blood to shed
Forth as the martyrs led.
The path of pain to tread,
And die like thee.

2.
O gentle patroness
Of holy youth,
Ask God all those to bless
Who love the truth:
Oh, guide us on our way
Unto th'eternal day,
With hearts all pure and gay,
Dear Saint, like thine.

3.
Look down and hear our pray'r
From realms above,
Show us thy tender care,
Thy guiding love:
Oh, keep us in thy sight,
Till in th'unclouded light
Of Heav'n's pure vision bright
We dwell with thee.

Page 166

----------

No. 107

SAINTS, St. Ursula

Afar upon a foreign shore

Ancient Breton Melody
Arr. by N. A. M

Andante religioso

1.
Afar upon a foreign shore
A martyr's crown thy love did win,
Thy life, thy death to Jesus giv'n,
With Him to reign forevermore

Refrain
Hail Blessed Saint, hail Ursula!
Obtain for us, we pray,
That love may make us martyrs too,
And in our hearts hold sway.

2.
O happy Saint! Upon whose way
God's special love a glory cast,
Thy sorrows o'er thy tempest past,
Thou sharest His eternal day.

3.
To God the Father with the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Be glory while the ages flow,
From all above and all below.

Page 167-168

----------

No. 108

SAINTS, St. Vincent de Paul

O blessed Father sent by God

Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1.
O blessed Father! Sent by God
His mercy to dispense,
Thy hand is out o'er all the earth,
Like God's own providence.
There is no grief nor care of men,
Thou dost not own for thine,
No broken heart thou dost not fill
With mercy's oil and wine.

2.
Thy miracles are works of love,
Thy greatest is to make
Room in a day for toils that weeks
In other men would take.
All cries of suff'ring thro' the earth
Upon thy mercy call,
As tho' thou wert, like God himself,
A Father unto all.

3.
Dear Saint not in the wilderness
Thy fragrant virtues bloom,