hrist the Lord is ris'n on high;
Now He lives, no more to die.

3.
Say, O wond'ring Mary, say
What thou sawest on the way,
"I beheld, where Christ had lain,
Empty tomb and angels twain,
I beheld the glory bright
Of the rising Lord of light;
Christ my hope is ris'n again;
Now He lives, and lives to reign."

4.
Christ, Who once for sinners bled,
Now the first-born from the dead,
Thron'd in endless might and pow'r,
Lives and reigns forever more.
Hail, eternal hope on high!
Hail, Thou King of victory!
Hail, Thou Prince of life ador'd!
Help and save us, gracious Lord!

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.

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No. 32

ASCENSION

Lift up, ye princes of the sky
Ps. xxiii

Translated by Father Aylward from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. By N. A. M.

With animation

1.
Lift up, ye princes of the sky,
Lift up your portals, lift them high;
And you, ye everlasting gates,
Back on your golden hinges fly;
For lo, the King of glory waits
To enter in victoriously.
Who is the King of glory?
Tell, O ye who sing His praise so well.

2.
The Lord of strength and matchless might,
The Lord all-conquering in the fight,
List, lift your portals, lift them high,
Ye princes of the conquered sky;
And you, ye everlasting gates,
Back on your golden hinges fly;
For lo, the King of glory waits,
The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M

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No. 33

ASCENSION
O Thou pure light of souls that love
Salutis humanae Sator
Translated by Father Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. By N. A. M.

Moderato assai

1.
O Thou pure light of souls that love,
True joy of ev'ry human breast,
Sower of life's immortal seed,
Our Maker, and Redeemer blest!

2.
What wonderous pity Thee o'ercame
To make our guilty load Thine own,
And sinless suffer death and shame,
For our transgressions to atone!

3.
Thou, bursting Hades open wide,
Didst all the captive souls unchain;
And thence to Thy dread Father's side
With glorious pomp ascend again.

4.
O still may pity Thee compel
To heal the wounds of which we die;
And take me in Thy light to dwell,
Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh.

5.
Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal;
Be thou our pathway to the skies;
Our joy when sorrow fills our soul;
In death our everlasting prize.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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No. 34

PENTECOST

Holy Spirit, Lord of Light

Processional
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
S. Webb