2. Darker than night life's shadows fall around us, And, like benighted men, we miss our mark; God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely found us, Ere death finds out his victims in the dark. 3. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea; And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd! Turn their weary steps to Thee. 4. Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, Till life's long night shall break in endless love. Page 173-174 ---------- No. 112 ANGELS Dear Angel! ever at my side The Guardian Angel Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Semplice 1. Dear angel! Ever at my side, How loving must thou be, To leave thy home in Heav'n To guide a sinful child like me. 2. Thy beautiful and shining face, I see not, tho' so near; The sweetness of thy soft low voice Too deaf am I to hear. 3. But when, dear Spirit, I kneel down, Both morn and nigh to pray'r, Something there is within my heart, Which tells me thou art there. 4. Oh! When I pray thou prayest too, Thy pray'r is all for me; But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, But watchest patiently. 5. Then, for thy sake, dear Angel! now More humble will I be: But I am weak, and when I fall, O weary not of me. 6. Then love me, love me, Angel dear! And I will love thee more; And help me when my soul is cast Upon th'eternal shore. Page 175 ---------- No. 113 THE HOLY SOULS Help, Lord, the Souls which Thou hast made The Faithful departed Cardinal Newman From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Andante 1. Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made, The souls to Thee so dear, In prison for the debt unpaid, Of sins committed here. 2. These holy souls, they suffer on Resigned in heart and will, Until The high behest is done, And justice has its fill. 3. For daily falls, for pardoned crime They joy to undergo The shadow of Thy Cross sublime, The remnant of Thy woe. 4. Oh, by their patience of delay, Their hope amid their pain, Their sacred zeal to burn away Disfigurement and stain. 5. Oh, by their fire of love, not less In keenness than in flame, Oh, by their very helplessness, Oh, by Thy own great Name. 6. Good Jesus, help! Sweet Jesus, aid The souls to Thee most dear, In prison for the debt unpaid Of sins committed here. Page 176 ---------- No. 114 THE HOLY SOULS Ye Souls of the Faithful O vos fideles animae Tr. by Father Caswall from an Italian Hymn Book Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato 1. Ye souls of the faithful, who sleep in the Lord, Who yet are shut out from your final reward: O! would I could lend you assistance to fly From prison below to your palace on high. 2. O Father of mercies, Thine anger withhold; These works of Thy Hand in Thy mercy behold: Too oft from Thy path they have wandered aside, But Thee, their Creator, they never denied.