Chant School Floriani

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‘Let us sing with joyful hearts
And bearing the praise which we owe
Of eternal gifts of Christ
And the victories of the martyrs

Princes of the churches, [5]
triumphal leaders of the war,
soldiers of the heavenly court,
and true lights of the world,

After the terrors of the world are conquered,
And the punishment of the body scorned, [10]
They take hold of the blessed light
Through a direct path: holy death.

Martyrs are handed over to the flames,
and to the teeth of beasts;
the frenzied executioner’s hand [15]
armed with claws rages at them.

Their exposed entrails hang,
their holy blood pours out,
but they remain unmoving
by the grace of eternal life. [20]

The devoted faith of the saints,
the unconquered hope of believers,
the perfect charity of Christ
conquers the prince of the world.

In them is the Father’s glory, [25]
in them is the desire of the Spirit,
in them the Son exults,
heaven is filled with joy.

Now we beg you, Redeemer,
that you join your praying servants [30]
in a fellowship of martyrdom,
Forever and ever.’

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The God whom earth, and sea, and sky
adore, and laud, and magnify,
who o'er their threefold fabric reigns,
the Virgin's spotless womb contains.

The God whose will by moon, and sun,
and all things in due course is done,
is borne upon a Maiden's breast,
by fullest heavenly grace possessed.

How blest that Mother, in whose shrine
the great Artificer Divine,
whose hand contains the earth and sky,
vouchsafed, as in His ark, to lie.

Blest, in the message Gabriel brought;
blest, by the work the Spirit wrought;
from whom the great Desire of earth
took human flesh and human birth.

All honour, laud, and glory be,
O Jesu, Virgin-born, to Thee,
whom with the Father we adore,
and Holy Ghost for evermore.
Amen.

O Heaven's glorious mistress,
elevated above the stars,
thou feedest with thy sacred breast
him who created thee.

What miserable Eve lost
thy dear offspring to man restores,
the way to glory is open to the wretched
for thou has become the Gate of Heaven.

Thou art the door of the High King,
the gate of shining light.
Life is given through a Virgin:
Rejoice, ye redeemed nations.

Glory be to Thee, O Lord,
Born of a Virgin,
with the Father and the Holy Spirit,
world without end. Amen.

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Lo, how the savage crew Of our proud sins hath rent The Heart of our all-gracious God, That Heart so innocent.The soldiers quivering lance Our guilt it was that drave, Our wicked deeds that to its point Such cruel sharpness gave.O wounded Heart, whence sprang The Church, the Saviours bride; Thou Door of our Salvations Ark Set in its mystic side.Thou holy fount, whence flows The sacred sevenfold flood. Where we our filthy roles may cleanse In the Lambs saving Blood:By sorrowful relapse, Thee will we rend no more; But like the flames, those types of love, Strive heavenward to soar.Father and Son supreme And Spirit, hear our cry; Whose is the kingdom, praise and power, Through all eternity.

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Sanctify me wholly, Soul of Christ adored; Be my sure Salvation, Body of the Lord: Fill and satisfy me, O Thou Blood unpriced: Wash me, Sacred Water, from the side of Christ. Passion of my Saviour, be my strength in need: Good and gracious Jesus, to my prayer give heed: In Thy Wounds most precious let me refuge find: All the power malignant of the foeman bind: At deaths final hour, call me to Thy face: Bid me stand beside Thee in the heavenly place: There with Saints and Angels I shall sing to Thee Through the countless ages of eternity.

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Round roll the weeks our hearts to greet, With blissful joy returning; For lo! The Holy Paraclete On twelve bright brows sits burning:With quivering flame He lights on each, In fashion like a tongue, to teach That eloquent they are of speech, Their hearts with true love yearning.While with all tongues they speak to all, The nations deem them maddened, And drunk with wine the Prophets call, Whom God’s good Spirit gladdened;A marvel this—in mystery done— The holy Paschaltide outrun, By numbers told, whose reckoning won Remission for the saddened.O God most Holy, Thee we pray, With reverent brow low bending, Grant us the Spirit’s gifts to-day— The gifts from heaven descending;And, since, Thy grace hath deigned to bide Within our breasts once sanctified, Deign, Lord, to cast our sins aside, Henceforth calm seasons sending.To God the Father, laud and praise, Praise to the Son be given; Praise to the Spirit of all grace, The fount of graces seven—As was of old, all worlds before, Is now and shall be evermore, When time and change are spent and o’er— All praise in earth and heaven.

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1. Now Christ, ascending whence He came,
Had mounted o'er the starry frame,
The Holy Ghost on man below,
The Father's promise, to bestow.

2. The solemn time was drawing nigh,
Replete with heav'nly mystery,
On seven days' sevenfold circles borne,
That first and blessed Whitsunmorn.

3. When the third hour shone all around,
There came a rushing mighty sound,
And told the Apostles, while in prayer,
That, as was promised, God was there.

4. Forth from the Father's light it came,
That beautiful and kindly flame:
To fill with fervor of His word
The spirits faithful to their Lord.

5. With joy the Apostles' breasts are fired,
By God the Holy Ghost inspired:
And straight, in divers kinds of speech,
The wondrous works of God they preach.

6. To men of every race they speak,
Alike Barbarian, Roman, Greek:
From the same lips, with awe and fear,
All men their native accents hear.

7. But Juda's sons, e'en faithless yet,
With mad infuriate rage beset,
To mock Christ's followers com-
As drunken all with new-made wine.

8. When lo! with signs and mighty deeds,
Stands Peter in the midst, and pleads;
Confounding their malignant lie
By Joel's ancient prophecy.

9. To God the Father let us sing,
To God the Son, our risen King,
And equally let us adore
The Spirit, God for evermore.