Jesum omnes agnoscite,
Amorem Ejus poscite;
Jesum ardenter quaerite,
Quaerendo inardescite.

Veni Veni, Rex optime,
Pater immensae gloriae ;
Affulge menti clarius,
Jam expectatus saepius.

BERNARDUS CLARIVALLENSIS, A.D. 1071-1153.

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Missionary Hymn.

THOU! Hope of all the lowly!
To thirsting souls how kind;
Gracious to all who seek Thee,
O what to those who find!

My tongue but lisps Thy praises,
Yet praise be my employ;
Love makes me bold to praise Thee,
For Thou art all my joy.

In Thee my soul delighting,
Findeth her only rest;
And so in Thee confiding,

May all the world be blest.

Dwell with us, and our darkness
Will flee before Thy light;
Scatter the world's deep midnight,
And fill it with delight.

O all mankind! behold Him,
And seek His love to know,
And let your hearts in seeking,
Be fired with love and glow.

O come, O come great Monarch!
Eternal glory Thine;

The longing world waits for Thee,
Arise, arise and shine.

BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX, A.D 1091-1153.

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Hymnus paschalis.

SALVE, festa dies, toto venerabilis aevo,

Quâ Deus infernum vicit, et astra tenet.

Ecce renascentis testatur gratia mundi

Omnia cum Domino dona redîsse suo.

Namque triumphanti post tristia Tartara Christo Undique fronde nemus, gramina flore favent.

Legibus inferni oppressis super astra meantem Laudant rite Deum lux, polus, arva, fretum.

Qui crucifixus erat, Deus ecce per omnia regnat, Dantque Creatori cuncta creata precem.

FORTUNATUS, Sexto saeculo.

LII

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Venturus ad judicandos vivos et mortuos.

EUS veniet; trementes
Montes salient horrentes; -

De polo stellae marcentes
Collabentur pallescentes.

51

Easter Hymn.

HAIL, thou day, through all the ages!
Festal day! when, strong to save,

Jesus, over Hell victorious,

Rose to glory from the grave.

Thanks break forth from all creation,
With the all-reviving Spring;
Earth her choicest gifts returning,
All to hail her rising King.

At the feet of Him who conquered
Death, and made Hell's squadrons fly,
Leaf and blade, of plain and woodland,
Buds and blossoms, lowly lie.

Cloud and sunbeam, field and ocean,
Sing to Him who burst those bars,

As above the sky He riseth

To His throne beyond the stars.

When the Crucified, triumphant
Over all His sceptre sways,
Tribute to Him, as Creator,
All created being pays.

FORTUNATUS, Sixth Century.

52

TH

He shall come to judge the quick and the dead.

HE Lord will come! the earth shall quake;
The hills their fixèd seat forsake ;

And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars withdraw their feeble light.