13.2 VOL. 6. No VII.-FOR SAINTS' DAYS. (Superna matris gaudia) SET forth, O Church, exultingly O let the mother aid her child,' The world, the flesh, and Satan wage This triple league with hatred sore And joined in kindred union strive All here is with confused noise, All hopes and griefs, all fears and joys: To taste the eternal calm of Heaven. How blest that City throned above 'Gal. iv. 26. 1 PRICE 18. 2 Rev. viii. 1. PART 31. No languor, no old age they know, The citizens Angelical, In threefold hierarchy, all Unfaltering they fix their glance The Fathers ranged on either hand, The Saints of God, whose high estate Their King in all His Beauty see. Us, by Thy Church Triumphant's prayer, Amen. PSALM XLVIII. (Magnus Dominus.) FOR WHIT-SUNDAY. GREAT is the Lord! Let the watchword be given, One to another, in earth as in Heaven, Pass the Hosanna that never shall cease. Fair to the eye is that beautiful city, Fair in her glory, and fair in her doom; Lovely she lay in the light of His pity, Whose tears were the dew of her fast-closing gloom. |