I love Thee, O Thou Lord most high.

(Hymn of St. Ignatius.)

1 I LOVE Thee, O Thou Lord most high, Because Thou first hast loved me;

I seek no other liberty

But that of being bound to Thee.

2 May memory no thought suggest
But shall to Thy pure glory tend:
My understanding find no rest
Except in Thee, its only end.

8 My God, I here protest to Thee
No other will I have than thine;
Whatever Thou hast giv'n to me
I here again to Thee resign.

4 All mine is Thine; say but the word,
Whate'er Thou willest shall be done:
I know Thy love, all-gracious Lord;
I know it seeks my good alone.

5 Apart from Thee all things are nought:
Then grant, O my supremest Bliss,
Grant me to love Thee as I ought;
Thon givest all in giving this.

68.

1 0, WHY so heavy, O my soul?—
Thus to myself I said,—

O, why so heavy, O my soul,
And so disquieted?

2 Hope thou in God; He still shall be
Thy glory and thy praise;
His saving grace shall comfort thee
Through everlasting days.

3 His goodness made thee what thou art,
And yet will thee redeem:

O, be thou of a steadfast heart,
And put thy trust in Him.

Oft, my soul, thyself remind.

1 OFT, my soul, thyself remind
Of the end thy God design'd
When He sent thee here on earth,
Heir of an immortal birth.
Ah, what else did He desire,
Save in graces to attire,
Then to crown with glory bright,
Thee the child of His delight.

69.

2 Whatsoe'er this end obscures;
Whatsoe'er from it allures;
What impedes it, or belies,
Sever from thee, timely wise.
Every moment, day and night,
Keep it clearly in thy sight;
If thou hope, o'ercoming sin,
Joys of endless life to win?

In Christ's dear Name.

(Hymn of Thomas à Kempis.)

1 IN Christ's dear Name with 2 Brief is this life, and brief its

courage bear

Whatever ills betide;

For worldly good is oft a snare,
And fills the heart with pride.
What seems a loss will often
prove

To be our truest gain;
And pains endured with patient

love

A jewelled crown obtain.

pain,

But long the bliss to come;
And trials borne for Christ attain
A place with martyrdom.
The Christian soul by patience
grows

More perfect day by day,
And brighter still and brighter
glows

With Heaven's eternal ray.

1 'Tis Thy good pleasure, not my 4 Thou makest crosses soft and

1 THY home is with the humble, 2 My heart, sweet Dove, I'll lend

1 I WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of 2 I have no cares, O blessed Will,

74. My Lord, my God, what willest Thou?

1 FLY hither from the storm that rages round:
Fly where true peace in solitude is found;
Where care and strife and worldly troubles cease;
Here I invite thee to repose in peace.

2 A gift awaits thee here; My light divine,
To loving souls so dear, on thee shall shine:
Here thou shalt see how vile is all the earth,
How sweet My love to those who know its worth.

3 Then from My lips that sweet inviting word
That bids thee love Me shall by thee be heard;
How much I always loved thee thou shalt see,
And how ungrateful thou hast been to Me.

4 Sweet contrite tears thy wounds of sin shall heal,
The ardour of My love thou then shalt feel;
And here I wait thee to bestow in love

A foretaste of the joys of Heaven above.

1 LET those who will for other beauties pine,
God, God alone my love shall ever be;
My God, my Life, O Loveliness divine,
Whom can I wish to love, and love not Thee?

2 Ah, could I now but live my life again,
In loving Him should be my sole content;
At least whate'er of life may yet remain
Shall all in loving God alone be spent.

3 Shall it not be, O Loveliness divine?

Then if Thou will'st it so, give me Thy love; I seek in vain to give Thee love of mine,

Unless Thy hand first help me from above.

4 But more Thou lovest me than I love Thee;
I seek Thy love, but more Thou seekest mine:
Then Thou belongest even now to me,

And I shall all and evermore be Thine.