Patron of Franciscan Tertiaries From the Fransciscan Manual From a Slovak Hymnal Arr by N. A. M. Con Anima 1. Blessed Francis, holy father, Now our hearts to thee we raise, As we gather 'round thine altar, Pouring forth our hymns of praise. Bless thy children, holy Francis, Who thy mighty help implore, For in heaven thou remainest, Still the father of the poor. 2. By thy love so deep and burning, For thy Saviour crucified; By the tokens which He gave thee On thy hands and feet and side: Bless thy children, holy Francis, With those wounded hands of thine, From thy glorious throne in heaven Where resplendently they shine. 3. Humble follower of Jesus. Likened to Him in thy birth, In thy way thro' life despising, For His sake the goods of earth: Make us love the priceless virtue By our hidden God esteemed, Make it valued, holy Francis, By the souls of the redeemed. 4. Teach us also, dear Saint Francis, How to mourn for ev'ry sin; May we walk in thy dear footsteps Till the crown of life we win. Bless thy children, holy Francis, With those wounded hands of thine, From thy glorious throne in heaven, Where resplendently they shine. Page 158-159 ---------- No. 103 SAINTS, St. John the Evangelist Saint of the Sacred Heart Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Andante 1. Saint of the Sacred Heart, Sweet teacher of the Word; Partner of Mary's woes And fav'rite of thy Lord! Thou to whom grace was giv'n To stand where Peter fell, Whose heart could brook the Cross Of Him it loved so well! 2. We know not all thy gifts; But this Christ bids us see, That He Who so loved all Found more to love in thee. When the last evening came, Thy head was on His Breast, Pillowed on earth where now In heav'n the Saints find rest. 3. Dear Saint I stand far off With vilest sins oppressed; Oh may I dare, like thee, To lean upon His Brest? His touch could heal the sick, His voice could raise the dead! Oh that my soul might be Where He allows thy head. 4. The gifts He gave to thee He gave thee to impart; And I, too, claim with thee His Mother and His Heart. Ah teach me, then, dear Saint! The secrets Christ taught thee, The beatings of His Heart, And how it beat for me. Page 160-161 ---------- No. 104 SAINTS, St. Jeanne d' Arc The Maid of France, with visioned eyes Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry (Written expressly for the St. Gregory Hymnal, all rights reserved) Ancient French Melody A traditional Catholic melody (Provencal Noel) known as "Marche dei Rei" words of which are attributed to King Rene. The Noel, over two centuries old, was utilized by Bizet in his incidental music to "L' Arlessierne." Arr. by N. A. M. 1. The Maid of France, with visioned eyes, Saw messengers from Paradise And Voices bore a hidden word That only by her ear was heard. Refrain O blessed Maid, the chant we raise That tells the meaning of thy praise: Thou teachest us the lesson grand Of love for God and Fatherland.