ED LORD

When morning gilds the skies
(May Jesus Christ be praised)

Processional
Translated by Father Caswall
Traditional Melody (1678)

Moderato

1.
When morning gilds the skies, (Solo Voices ad lib)
My heart awaking cries:
May Christ be praised! (Chorus)
Alike at work and prayer: (Solo Voices)
To Jesus I repair:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised! (Chorus)

2.
The sacred minster bell,
It peals o'er hill and dell:
May Christ be praised!
Oh! Hark to what it sings:
As joyously it rings:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

3.
To Thee, my God above,
I cry with glowing love:
May Christ be praised!
The fairest graces spring
In hearts the ever sing:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

4.
To God the Word on high,
The host of angels cry:
May Christ be praised!
May mortals, to upraise
Their voice in hymn of praise:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

5.
Let earth's wide circle round
In joyful notes resound:
May Christ be praised!
Let air and sea and sky,
From depths to heights reply:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

6.
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine:
May Christ be praised!
Be this th'eternal song,
Through all the ages on:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
Page 64-65

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No. 43

OUR BLESSED LORD

Crown Him with many Crowns

Processional
Matthew Bridges
Nicola A. Montani

With expression

1.
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon the throne;
Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns
All music but its own;
Awake, my soul and sing
Of Him who dies for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Thro' all eternity.

2.
Crown Him the Virgin's Son,
The God Incarnate born;
Whose arm those crimson trophies won,
Which now His brow adorn!
Fruit of the Mystic Rose,
As of the Rose the Stem;
The Root whence Mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.

3.
Crown Him the Lord of Love:
Behold His hands and side,
Rich Wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No Angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.

4.
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose pow'r a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in pray'r and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pier-ced Feet
Fair flow'rs of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.

5.
Crown