The Westminster hymnal : the only collection authorized by the hierarchy of England and Wales . Salutis humanse Sator, Lauds. OTHOU pure light of souls that love,True joy of every humau breast,Sower of lifes immortal seed,Our ^Maker, and Redeemer blest ! Thou, bursting Hades open wide,Didst all the capti%e souls unchain ; And thence to Thy dread Fathers sideWith glorious pomp ascend again. ^Miat wondrous pity Thee overcameTo make our guilty load Thine own, And sinless sutler death and shame,For our transgressions to atone ! O still may jiity Thee compel To heal the wounds of which we die ;And
The Westminster hymnal : the only collection authorized by the hierarchy of England and Wales . Salutis humanse Sator, Lauds. OTHOU pure light of souls that love,True joy of every humau breast,Sower of lifes immortal seed,Our ^Maker, and Redeemer blest ! Thou, bursting Hades open wide,Didst all the capti%e souls unchain ; And thence to Thy dread Fathers sideWith glorious pomp ascend again. ^Miat wondrous pity Thee overcameTo make our guilty load Thine own, And sinless sutler death and shame,For our transgressions to atone ! O still may jiity Thee compel To heal the wounds of which we die ;And take us in Thy Light to dwell. Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh. Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal ; Be Thou our pathway to the skies ;Our joy when sorrow fills the soul; In death our everlasting prize. ITK. RKV. E. CASWALL](52) __j_ 1—I—I. -(S>- :^: ;=P- i^Ei :^ r -(S>- ^^ 11 -<^ S^-& b=i -«^- -<S =;^ -o—r^- -j^:^-^-. U -<s»- z:^—c^i -«^- -^:^r- :2^± Jesu dulcis of Hymn to the Holy Name. OTHOU, in whom my love doth findIts rest and perfect end ;O Jesu, Saviour of mankind !And their eternal friend ! Return, return, pure Light of Light, To Thy dread throne again ;Go forth victorious from the fight, And in Thy glory reign. Lead where Thou wilt, I follow Thee, And will not stay behind ;For Thou hast torn my heart from me, O Glory of our kind I Ye Heavns, your gates eternal raise,Come forth to meet your King : Come forth with joy, and sing His praise,His praise eternal sing ! O King of glory! King of might! From whom all graces come ;O beauty, honour, infinite. Of our celestial home ! O Fount of mercy ! Light of Heaven ! Our darkness cast away ;And grant us all, through Thee forgiven, To see the perfect day. Hark ! how the Heavns with praise oer-* O priceless gift o
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