To God the Father, and the Son,
And Holy Spirit, three in one,
Be endless glory, as before

Time was, and will be ever more.

DEUS TUORUM: ON COMMON OF MARTYRS.

O God, the lot, the crown, the gain,
Of soldiers in thy service slain,

While thus we sing thy martyr's praise,
Make us forsake our sinful ways.

This saint, esteeming worldly joys
As pleasing cheats, deceitful toys,
Shunning their false and fleeting iure,
Won heavenly joys that still endure.

He bravely ran his painful race,
And looked his torments in the face,
And, shedding forth his blood for thee,
Now lives to all eternity.

To thee, most gracious Lord, we fly,
Beseeching thee, with humble cry,
That all may be absolved from sin,
While for this Martyr triumphing.

To God, the Father, and the Son,
And Holy Spirit, three in one,
Be equal glory, equal praise,

For an eternal length of days. Amen.

ISTE CONFESSOR: ON COM. OF CONFESSORS AND BISHOPS.

This great confessor, God's most worthy servant, Whom pious nations o'er the earth are praising,* This day rejoicing rose to heaven, and conquer'd Blisses eternal.

If it be not the day of his death, say from* This day rejoicing, well deserved to conquer, High praise and honour.

Him pious, prudent, humble, modest manners,
Ever attended-ever marked for heaven :
So long as life was his-that life so truly
By him unvalu❜d.

So great his merits, heaven oft suspended
Nature's fixed courses: sickness and diseases,
Weakness, and death itself, when he commanded,
Vanquish'd, obeyed him.

Therefore with choral hymns we now revere him, Singing his merits, solemn songs upraising, That by his prayers we may be truly succour'd, Now and for ever.

Praise be to Him, great honour, might and glory, Him, who enthron'd in heaven sheds forth his splendour,

Ruling the world, and all its chances swaying, Three, but One only.

JESU CORONA VIRGINUM ON COM. OF

VIRGINS.

:

Jesus, receive our suppliant cry,
Thou crown of pure virginity:

Son of a virgin, who alone

Bore child nor lost her virgin zone.

Lilies bedeck thy radiant way,

For choirs of virgins round thee stray ;—
Thou glorious bridegroom who dost bless
Thy brides with endless happiness.
Which way soe'er thy courses tend,
Virgins pursue, and praise upsend;
Still speeding after thee, they raise
Sweet hymns of triumph, joy, and praise.
Humbly we beg thee, that our sense
May feel thy gracious influence;
Each noxious wish do thou controul,
Which poisons and defiles the soul.

To God the Father and the Son
And Holy Spirit, three in one,

Be honour, glory, might, and praise,
For an eternal length of days.

FORTEM VIRILIS PECTORE: COM. OF HOLY
WOMEN.

Let's praise the woman who, endued
With more than woman's fortitude,

Exalts her sanctity and name

In every place with glorious fame.

Such holy love inflam'd her heart
That she abhorred the noxious art
Of worldly love; and bravely trod
The narrow way that leads to God.

Spare fasts did every sense control,
With prayer she sweetly fed her soul,
Thus rose she lightly to the sky,
Prepared to joy eternally.

Great source of courage, Christ our king!
From whom alone can greatness spring,
By her we pray thee: list our prayer;
Let us her worthier merits share.

To God the Father and the Son
And Holy Spirit, three in one,
Be endless glory; as before
Time was, is, shall be evermore.

SALVETE FLORES MARTYRUM: FOR HOLY INNOCENTS.

Ye flowers, ye buds of martyrs, hail!
Ye blossoms, by the sword o'ercast
On life's young threshold, spent and pale,
Like opening roses 'neath the blast.

Ye earliest victims Jesus owns!

Ye tender flock cut rudely down

While, deck'd with palms and flowery crowns,

Ye play'd the altar's steps upon.

But shall the mighty crime avail ?
Shall Herod triumph in his wrath?
For Christ uprose the infant wail-

Christ, only Christ escaped from death.
While childless mothers wept the day,

And slaughter'd babes bestrew'd the ground, The Virgin's Son was borne away,

While flow'd his playmates' blood around. Thus Moses, who pourtrayed of yore

The fate of Christ-escaped the stroke Of Pharaoh; living to restore

And raise his nation from the yoke.

HYMN OF JUDGMENT.

Lo! He comes in clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain :
Thousand thousand saints attending
Fill the triumph of his train.
Hallelujah! See the Son of God appear.

Every eye must now behold Him,
Robed in dreadful majesty:

Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierced and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing, shall the true Messiah see.

Every valley, hill, and mountain,
Heav'n and earth, shall fade away;
Those who hate him shall, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day.

Come to judgment, come away.