Hail, glorious St. Patrick! thy words were once strong Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng; In the war against sin, in the fight for the faith, Their banner the cross, which they glory to bear. Thy people, now exiles on many a shore, Shall love and revere thee till time be no more, Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth, Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth, And our hearts shall yet burn wheresoever we roam, For God and St. Patrick and our native home. HYMN OF ST. FRANCIS XAVIER. My God, I love Thee, not because Nor because they who love Thee not Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me For me didst bear the nails and spear, And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony; E'en death itself-and all for one Who was Thine enemy. Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ! Not with the hope of gaining aught, E'en so I love Thee, and will love, Compline. THE LECTOR BEGINS. V. Jube, domne, bene- V. Father, give us your dicere. blessing. THE BLESSING. Noctem quietam, et May the Lord Almighty finem perfectum concedat grant us a quiet night, and nobis Dominus omnipo- a perfect end. tens. R. Amen. SHORT LESSON. Fratres, sobrii estote, et vigilate quia adversarius vester diabolus tamquam leo rugiens circuit, quærens quem devoret: cui resistite fortes in fide. Tu autem, Domine, miserere nobis. R. Amen. Brethren, be sober, and watch, because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, goeth about seeking whom he may devour; whom resist ye strong in faith. But do thou, O Lord, have mercy on us. R. Thanks be to God. V. Our help is in the name of the Lord. R. Who hath made heaven and earth. Our Father (in secret). 4. When I called upon him, the God of justice heard me when I was in distress, thou didst enlarge me. Have mercy upon me: and hear my prayer. O ye sons of men, how long will ye be dull of heart: why do ye love vanity, and seek after lying? Know ye also that the Lord hath exalted his holy one: the Lord will hear me, when I cry unto him. Be ye angry, and sin not: the things which ye say in your hearts, be sorry for upon your beds. Offer up the sacrifice of justice, and hope in the Lord: there are many that say, Who showeth us good things? The light of thy countenance, O Lord, is signed dedisti lætitiam in corde upon us: thou hast put gladness in my heart. By the fruit of their corn and wine and oil: are they multiplied. In peace in the self-same I will sleep and take my Quoniam ipse liberavit me de laqueo venantium : et a verbo aspero. Scapulis suis obumbrabit tibi: et sub pennis ejus sperabis. He that dwelleth in the help of the Most High: shall abide under the protection of the God of hea ven. He shall say unto the Lord, thou art my upholder and my refuge my God, in him will I hope. For he hath delivered me from the snare of 'the hunters and from the sharp word. : He shall overshadow thee with his shoulders: and under his wings shalt thou trust. His truth shall compass thee with a shield: thou shalt not be afraid for the terror of the night. For the arrow that flieth in the day, for the plague that walketh in the darkness for the assault of the evil one in the noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand: but it shall not come nigh thee. T |