For hundreds of years, Our Saint hath been with us, our shield and our stay; All else may have gone; St. Patrick alone, He hath been to us light when earth's lights were all set, For the glories of faith they can never decay; And the best of our glories is bright with us yet. In the faith and the feast of St. Patrick's Day. There is not a saint in the bright courts of heaven More faithful than he to the land of his choice; Oh, well may the nation to whom he was given; In the feast of their sire and apostle rejoice! True to his love, He keeps the false faith from his children away; The dark false faith, Far worse than death, O he drives it far off from the green sunny shore, Like the reptiles which fled from his curse in dismay; And Erin, when error's proud triumph is o'er, Will still be found keeping St. Patrick's Day. Then what shall we do for thee, heaven sent father? What shall the proof of our loyalty be? By all that is dear to our hearts, we would rather Be martyr'd, sweet Saint! than bring shame upon thee! But oh! he will take The promise we make So to live that our lives by God's help may display The light that he bore To Erin's shore Yes! Father of Ireland, no child wilt thou own, Wrose life is not lighted by grace on its way; For they are true Irish. O yes, they alone, Whose hearts are all true on St. Patrick's Day. The Month of Mary. Snow and rain have vanished, From the bill and dale. CHORUS.-Gentle Mother hear us, Queen of Saints, be near us Spring hath come with flowers, Fill the day and night. CHORUS-Gentle Mother, etc. Stars above us gleaming, Tell of Mary's worth, Blossoms 'round us teeming, Speak her praise to earth.-CHORUS. Here below deserving She was found alone, God from sin preserving, Chose her for his own.-CHORUS. Grace as to none other, Grace to her was given, She became the mother, Of the King of heaven.-CHORUS. God bestowed upon her Glories all her own, Earth's sublimest honor, Heaven's queenly throne.-CHorus. Taught by Him wo love her, In our simply way, On this sweet May-day.-CHORUS. God Bless Our Pope. Full in the panting heart of Rome, From pilgrims lips that kiss tho ground God bless our Pope, the great, the good.▸ The golden roof, the marble walls, With echoes sweet the seven hills; <God bless our Pope, the great, the good. » ⚫ God bless our Pope, the great, the good. » Then surging through each hallowed gate, Where martyrs glory en peace await, It sweeps beyond the solemn plain, Peals over Alps across the main : « God bless our Pope, the great, the good. >> « God bless our Pope, the great, the good.▸ From torrid south to frozen north, The wave harmonious stretches forth, Yet strikes no chord more true to Rome's That rings within our hearts and homes : «God bless our Pope, the great, the good. » « God bless our Pope, the great, the good. » For like the sparks of unseen fire, That speak along the magic wire, From home to home, heart to heart, These words of countless children dart: « God bless our Pope, the great, the good. » God bless our Pope, the great, the good. >> tus. We praise thee, O God: we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee; the Father everlasting. To thee all angels cry aloud; the heavens and all the powers therein : To thee cherubim and seraphim: continually do cry: Holy, holy, holy : Lord God of Sabaoth. Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory. The glorious choir of the Apostles: praise thee. The admirable company of the Prophets : praise thee. The white robed army of Martyrs praise thee. Te per orbem terrá- The Holy Church sancta confité-throughout all the rum |