OUR BLESSED LORD Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep The Good Shepherd Processional Pastor Amans Miss J. E. Leeson (1807-1882) Adaptation of a Litany Melody from Catholic Hymntunes (Publ. 1819; J.M.Capes) Moderato 1. Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep Keep me, Lord in safety keep; Nothing can Thy pow'r withstand, None can pluck me from Thy Hand. Loving Shepherd, Thou didst give Thine own life that I might live; May I love Thee day by day, Gladly Thy sweet Will obey. 2. Loving Shepherd, ever near, Teach me still Thy voice to hear; Suffer not my step to stray From the strait and narrow way. Where Thou leadest may I go, Walking in Thy steps below; Then before Thy Father's throne, Jesus, claim me for Thine own. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 69-70 ---------- No. 46 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT The Very Angels' Bread Panis Angelicus Tr. by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D. P. Meurers Slowly 1. The very Angels' Bread Doth food to men afford; The types have vanished, Remains the Truth adored: O wonderous mystery Their banquet is the Lord The poor and lowly, bond and free. 2. O God forever blest, O Three in One, we pray: Visit the longing breast Enter this house of clay, And lead us through the Night Unto the perfect Day Where dwellest Thou in endless light. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 71 ---------- No. 47 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Soul of my Saviour Anima Christi L. Dobici Slowly: with devotion 1. Soul of my Savior sanctify my breast, Body of Christ, be Thou my saving guest; Blood of my Saviour bathe me in Thy Tide; Wash me, ye waters gushing from His Side. 2. Strength and protection may His Passion be, O blessed Jesus, hear and answer me; Deep in Thy Wounds, Lord, hide and shelter me; So shall I never, never part from Thee. 3. Guard and defend me from the foe malign; In death's drear moments make me only Thine; Call me and bid me come to Thee on high, Where I may praise Thee with Thy Saints for aye. Page 72 ---------- No. 48 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Thee prostrate I adore (Adoro Te devote) St. Thomas Aquinas Translated by Father Aylward, O. P. Nicola A. Montani Moderato devoto 1. Thee prostrate I adore, The Deity that lies Beneath these humble veils, Concealed from human eyes; My heart doth wholly yield, Subjected to Thy sway, For contemplating Thee it wholly faints away. Chorus Hail, Jesus, hail; do Thou, Good Shepherd of the sheep, Increase in all true hearts the faith they fondly keep. 2. The sight, the touch, the taste, In Thee are here deceived; But by the ear alone this truth is safe believed; I hold whate'er the Son of God hath said to me; Than this blest word of truth no word can truer be, 3. I see not with mine eyes, Thy Wounds, as Thomas saw; Yet own Thee for my God with equal love and awe; Oh grant me, that my faith may ever firmer be, That all my hope and love may still repose in Thee.