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Quicumque Christum quæ- All ye who seek, in hope and love,

ritis,

Oculos in altum tollite: Illic licebit visere

Signum perennis gloriæ.

Illustre quiddam cernimus, Quod nesciat finem pati, Sublime, celsum, intermi

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For your dear Lord, look up above! Where, trac'd upon the azure sky, Faith may a glorious form descry.

Lo! on the trembling verge of light A something all divinely bright! Immortal, infinite, sublime! Older than chaos, space, or time!

Hic ille Rex est Gentium
Populique Rex judaici,
Promissus Abrahæ patri
Ejusque in ævum semini.

Hunc et prophetis testibus,
Iisdemque signatoribus,
Testator et pater jubet
Audire nos, et credere.

Jesu, tibi sit gloria,
Qui te revelas parvulis,
Cum Patre, et almo Spiritu,
In sempiterna sæcula.

Amen.

Hail, Thou, the Gentiles' mighty
Lord!

All hail, O Israel's King ador'd!
To Abraham sworn in ages past,
And to his seed while earth shall
last.

To Thee the prophets witness
bear;

Of Thee the Father doth declare,
That all who would his glory see,
Must hear and must believe in
Thee.

To Jesus, from the proud con-
ceal'd,

All glory with the Father be,
But evermore to babes reveal'd,
And Holy Ghost, eternally.

FIRST AND SECOND VESPERS.

y. Gloriosus apparuisti

in conspectu Domini.

Ry. Propterea decorem induit te Dominus.

Amen.

. Glorious didst thou appear in the sight of the Lord.

Ry. Therefore hath God clothed thee with beauty.

Seven Dolours. THIRD SUNDAY IN SEPT.

O quot undis lacrymarum,
Quo dolore volvitur,
Luctuosa de cruento
Dum refulsum stipite,
Cernit ulnis incubantem
Vigo mater filium.

Os suave, mite pectus,
Et latus dulcissimum,
Dexteramque vulneratam,
Et sinistram sauciam,
Et rubras cruore plantas
Agra tingit lacrymis.

What a sea of tears and sorrows

Did the soul of Mary toss
To and fro upon its billows,

While she wept her bitter loss:
In her arms her Jesus holding,

Torn but newly from the Cross!

O that mournful Virgin Mother!
See her tears how fast they flow
Down upon his mangled body,

Wounded side, and thorny brow: While his hands and feet she kisses,

Picture of immortal woe!

Centiesque, milliesque
Siringit arctis nexibus
Pectus illud et lacertos,
Illa figit vulnera,
Sicque tota colliqueseit
In doloris osculis.

Eia, Mater, obsecramus Per tuas has lacrymas, Filiique triste funus, Vulnerumque purpuram, Hunc tui cordis dolorem Conde nostris cordibus.

Esto Patri, Filioque,
Et Coævo Flamini;
Esto summæ Trinitati
Sempiterna gloria;

Et perennis laus honorque,
Hoc et omni sæculo.

Amen.

Oft and oft his arms and bosom
Fondly straining to her own;
Oft her pallid lips imprinting

On each wound of her dear Son Till at last, in swoons of anguish, Sense and consciousness are gone.

Gentle Mother, we beseech thee, By thy tears and trouble sore; By the death of thy dear Offspring; By the bloody wounds He bore; Touch our hearts with that true sorrow

Which afflicted thee of yore.

To the Father everlasting, [high,
And the Son, who reigns on
With the coeternal Spirit,
Trinity in Unity,

Be salvation, honour, blessing,
Now and through eternity.

FIRST AND SECOND VESPERS.

Amen.

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