But in the city's crowded haunts,
The alley's cheerless gloom.
When hunger hid itself to die,
Where guilt in darkness dwelt,
Thy pleasant sunshine can by stealth
Thy hand and heart were felt.

4.
For charity anointed thee
O'er want and woe and pain;
And she hath crowned thee emperor
Of all her wide domain.
Vincent! Like Mother Mary, thou
Art no one's patron saint;
Eyes to the blind, health to the sick,
And life to those who faint.

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No. 109

SAINTS, Feasts of Virgins

Dear Crown of all the Virgin-choir
Jesu, corona Virginum

For Unison, or Two-Part Chorus of Equal Voices
Translated by Father Caswall
P. Piel

Moderato

1.
Dear Crown of all the Virgin-choir
That holy Mother's Virgin Son!
Who is, alone of womankind,
Mother and Virgin both in one.

2.
Encircles by thy Virgin band,
Amid the lilies Thou art found;
For thy pure brides with lavish hand
Scatt'ring immortal graces round.

3.
And still whatever Thou dost bend
Thy lovely steps, O glorious King,
Virgins upon Thy steps attend,
And hymns to Thy glory sing.

4.
Keep us, O Purity divine,
From ev'ry least corruption free;
Our ev'ry sense from sin refine,
And purify our souls for Thee.

5.
To God the Father, and the Son,
All honor, glory, praise be giv'n;
With Thee, coequal Paraclete!
Forevermore in earth and Heav'n.

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No. 110

SAINTS, Feasts of Apostles

Now let the earth with joy resound
Exsultet orbis gaudiis

Translated by Father Caswall
Lachmannov Spevnicek
Arr. by N. A. M.

Joyously and with animation (alla breve)

1.
Now let the earth with joy resound;
And Heav'n the chant re-echo round;
Nor Heav'n nor earth too high can raise
The great Apostles' glorious praise.

2.
O ye who, throned in glory dread,
Shall judge the living and the dead!
Lights of the world forevermore!
To you the suppliant pray'r we pour.

3.
So when the world is at its end,
And Christ to judgement shall descend,
May we be called these joys to see
Prepared from all eternity.

4.
Praise to the Father, with the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One;
As ever was in ages past,
And so shall be while ages last.

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No. 111

ANGELS

Hark! hark! my soul

The Pilgrims of the Night
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato (alla breve)

1.
Hark! Hark! My soul! Angelic songs are swelling
O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore;
How sweet