The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book; a Complete Collection of Approved English and Latin Hymns, Motets, Masses and Liturgical Music for the Various Seasons of the Ecclesiastical Year, Particularly Adapted to the Requirements of Choirs, Schools, Academies, Seminaries, Convents, Sodalities, and Sunday Schools
Nicola Aloysius Montani
St. Gregory Guild, 1920 - Hymns, English - 490 pages
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Adoremus Alleluia Andante Antiphon Benediction Blessed Sacrament Blessed Virgin blest Caswall Cesar Franck Chanters Choir Christ ctus dear Deus Do-mi-ne Domine Eastertide Ecce Father Faber four part chorus Gloria Gounod Gregorian Hail Haydn Heaven Holy Holy Saturday Holy Week Hymn J J J J Je-sus Jesus Laudate Lent and Passiontide Lento Lord Magnificat Maria Mary Mater Michael Haydn Moderato Montani Motet Mother Nicola no-bis nobis nunc Omnes Palm Sunday Passiontide praise Psalm Tone Quae quod r r r r rail Refrain Sacred Heart saecula Saint Salutaris Hostia Sancte Sicut erat sing Slovak Hymnal soul sung sunt sweet Tantum Ergo Thee Thine Thou art Traditional Melody Unison Vatican Г Г Г Т Г
Page 143 - Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come : And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Page 143 - Angels, sing on ! your faithful watches keeping; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.
Page 29 - In this, Thy bitter Passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be : Beneath Thy cross abiding Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest.
Page 150 - And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.
Page 45 - Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In Thy sevenfold gifts descend : Give them comfort when they die : Give them life with Thee on high ; Give them joys which never end.
Page 57 - Crown him the Lord of peace, Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise ! His reign shall know no end, And round his pierced feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet.
Page 186 - 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.
Page 152 - O Paradise, O Paradise, I want to sin no more, I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore; Where loyal hearts and true, etc.