4. Sleep, Holy Babe, O snatch Thy brief repose; Too quickly will Thy slumber break, And Thou to lengthened pains awake, That death alone shall close.
O Jesus, Thou the beauty art Jesu, decus Angelicum
St. Bernard Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani
1. O Jesus, Thou the beauty art Of Angel worlds above; Thy name is music to the heart Inflaming it with love Celestial sweetness unalloy'd Who eat Thee hunger still; Who drink of Thee still feel a void Which naught but Thee canst fill.
2. O my sweet Jesus, hear the sighs Which unto Thee I send; To Thee mine inmost spirit cries, My being's hope and end. Stay with us Lord, with Thy light Illume the soul's abyss; Dispel the darkness of the night And fill the world with bliss.
To the Name that brings salvation Processional
1. To the Name that brings salvation, Honor, worship, let us pay Which for many a generation Hid in God's foreknowledge lay. But with holy exultation We may sing aloud today.
2. Name of gladness, Name of pleasure, By this tongue ineffable Name of sweetness passing measure To the ear delectable, 'Tis our safeguard and our treasure, 'Tis our help 'gainst sin and hell.
3. 'Tis the Name for adoration, 'Tis the Name of victory, 'Tis the Name for meditation In this vale of misery, 'Tis the Name for veneration By the citizens on high.
4. 'Tis the Name that whoso preaches Finds it music to the ear; Who in pray'r this Name beseeches Sweetest comfort findeth near; Who its perfect wisdom reacheth Heav'nly joy possesseth here.
Jesus the very thought of Thee Jesu, dulcis memoria
St. Bernard Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody
1. Jesus the very though of Thee, With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy Face to see And in Thy presence rest.
2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind.
3. O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek.
4. Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; O Jesus, be our glory now And through eternity.
He Who once, in righteous vengeance Ira justa conditoris
Tr. Rev. E. Caswall J. Mohr Arr. by N. A. M.
1. He who once, in righteous vengeance, Whelm'd the world beneath the flood, Once again in mercy cleansed it With the stream of His own Blood, Coming from His throne on high On the painful cross to die.