IV That we may beat at heaven’s fair gate, Where safely stored our treasure lies, Purge us from every filthy stain, Teach us all evil to despise. V Hear us, O Holy Father, hear, And Thou the Everlasting Son, Who with the Holy Spirit reign’st While the eternal ages run. Monday Morning AURORA JAM SPARGIT POLUM Placed by Duffield in a class which contains hymns formerly called Ambrosian, but now known to be the work of other hands. George Cassander, the liberal Catholic collector (1556), writes “Incognitus auctor” after the hymn, which has a place in several old Hymnaria, such as the Durham, the Cottonian, and the Harleian. I Now daylight floods the morning sky, And earthward glides the approaching day, The dancing rays of sunlight chase The gathered fears of night away. II Hence dreams that cloud the soul! away, Ye terrors grim of midnight born! Whate’er the dark of night hath bred, Die in the light that greets the morn! III So when the day eternal breaks,— That day for which our spirits long,— Its light may fall to bless our souls, E’en while we raise our morning song. IV To God the Father throned in heaven, To Christ the one begotten Son, And to the Holy Ghost be praise, Now, and while endless ages run. Monday Evening JESU, DULCIS MEMORIA Generally, and there seems little reason to doubt correctly, ascribed to Bernard of Clairvaux. Born in 1091 at his father’s castle near Dijon in Burgundy; died, 1153. The monk of Citeaux, the first Abbot of Clairvaux, the Papal controversialist and the preacher of the Second Crusade, is better known in our day as the author of a hymn regarded by many as the sweetest and most Evangelical in mediæval hymnody. The poem from which the hymn is taken consists of nearly fifty quatrains on the name of Jesus, known as the Joyful Rhythm of St. Bernard. In the Roman Breviary three hymns are taken from the Rhythm, Jesu dulcis memoria, Jesu Rex Admirabilis, and _Jesu decus angelicum_. I O Jesus, when I think of Thee, True gladness fills my heart; But joy unspeakable ’twill be To see Thee as Thou art. II O blessed name! No note more sweet, No music so divine; Its charms the dearest fancies greet That with my memory twine. III To those who come with sin confessed, Thy name their hope inspires; And every needy soul is blessed, And granted all desires. IV