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Catholic Hymns.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind.

O Jesu, thou the beauty art
Of angel worlds above;
Thy Name is music to the heart,
Enchanting it with love.

O hope of every contrite soul,
O Joy of all the meek,
How kind art thou to those who fall,
How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can shew:
The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but his lov'd ones know.

O Jesu, spotless Virgin flower,
Our life, our joy, to thee
Be praise, beatitude, and power
Through all eternity.


9. Hymn for Good Friday.

O'erwhelm'd in depths of woe,
With racking anguish torn,
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Upon the tree of scorn.
See how the nails those hands
And feet so tender rend;
See down his face and neck and breast
His sacred blood descend.