3 See! deep within the glowing depth of that Eternal Light,

What change hath come, what vision new transports angelic sight?

A creature can it be, in uncreated bliss? A novelty in God? O what nameless thing is this?

The beauty of the Father's Power is o'er it brightly shed,

The sweetness of the Spirit's Love is unction on its head;

In the wisdom of the Son it plays its wondrous part,

While it lives the loving life of a real Human Heart!

4 A Heart that hath a Mother, and a treasure of red Blood,

A Heart that man can pray to, and feed upon for food!

In the brightness of the Godhead is its marvellous abode,

A change in the Unchanging, Creation touching God!

Ye spirits blest, in endless rest, who on that Vision gaze,

Salute the Sacred Heart with all your worshipful amaze,

And adore, while with extatic skill the Three in One ye scan,

The Mercy that hath planted there that blessed Heart of Man!

5 All tranquilly, all tranquilly, doth that Blissful Vision last,

And Its brightness o'er immortalised creation will it cast;

Ungrowing and unfading, Its pure Essence doth it keep,

In the deepest of those depths where all are infinitely deep;

Unchanging and unchangeable as It hath ever been,

As It was before that Human Heart was there by angels seen,

So is It at this very hour, so will It ever be, With that Human Heart within It, beating hot with love of me!

18.

The Precious Blood.

(FROM THE ITALIAN.)

1 HAIL, Jesus! hail! who for my sake
Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take,
And shed it all for me;

O blessed be my Saviour's Blood,
My life, my light, my only good,
To all eternity.

2 To endless ages let us praise

The Precious Blood, whose price could raise
The world from wrath and sin;

Whose streams our inward thirst appease,
And heal the sinner's worst disease,
If he but bathe therein.

3 O sweetest Blood, that can implore
Pardon of God, and heaven restore,
The heaven which sin had lost :
While Abel's blood for vengeance pleads,
What Jesus shed still intercedes

For those who wrong Him most.

4 Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells
Of Christ's own Sacred Blood, excels
Earth's best and highest bliss:
The ministers of wrath divine
Hurt not the happy hearts that shine
With those red drops of His !

5 Ah! there is joy amid the Saints,
And hell's despairing courage faints
When this sweet song we raise:

O louder then, and louder still,
Earth with one mighty chorus fill,
The Precious Blood to praise !

To all the faithful who say or sing the above Hymn, Pius VII. grants an indulgence of 100 days: applicable also to the souls in purgatory.

19.

Communion.

10 HAPPY Flowers! O happy Flowers!
How quietly for hours and hours,
In dead of night, in cheerful day,
Close to my own dear Lord you stay,
Until you gently fade away!

O happy Flowers, what would I give
In your sweet place all day to live,
And then to die, my service o'er,
Softly as you do, at His door.

2 O happy Lights! O happy Lights!
Watching my Jesus livelong nights,
How close you cluster round His throne,
Dying so meekly one by one,

As each its faithful watch has done.
Could I with you but take my turn,
And burn with love of Him, and burn
Till love had wasted me, like you-
Sweet lights! what better could I do?

3 O happy Pyx! O happy Pyx!
Where Jesus doth His dwelling fix;
O little palace, dear and bright,
Where He, who is the world's true light,
Spends all the day, and stays all night!
Ah! if my heart could only be
A little home for Him like thee,
Such fires my happy soul would move,
I could not help but die of love!

4 O Pyx, and Lights, and Flowers! but I
Through envy of you will not die;

Nay, happy things! what will you do,
For I am better off than you,

The whole day long, the whole night through!
For Jesus gives Himself to me,

So sweetly and so utterly,

By rights long since I should have died
For love of Jesus Crucified.

5 My happy Soul! my happy Soul !
How shall I then my love control?
O sweet Communion! Feast of bliss!
When the dear Host my tongue doth kiss,
What happiness is like to this?

O heaven, I think, must be alway
Quite like a First Communion Day;
With love so sweet and joy so strange,-
Only that heaven will never change!

20.

Thanksgiving after Communion.
1 Jesus, gentlest Saviour!

God of might and power!
Thou Thyself art dwelling
In us at this hour.

2 Nature cannot hold Thee,
Heaven is all too strait
For Thine endless glory
And Thy royal state.
3 Out beyond the shining
Of the furthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
In finitely far.

4 Yet the hearts of children

Hold what worlds cannot,
And the God of wonders
Loves the lowly spot.

5 As men to their gardens
Go to seek sweet flowers,
In our hearts dear Jesus

Seeks them at all hours.

6 Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
Thou art in us now;
Fill us full of goodness
Till our hearts o'erflow.
7 Pray the prayer within us
That to heaven shall rise;
Sing the song that angels
Sing above the skies.

8 Multiply our graces,

Chiefly love and fear,
And, dear Lord! the chiefest-
Grace to persevere.

9 Oh, how can we thank Thee
For a gift like this,
Gift that truly maketh
Heaven's eternal bliss.

10 Ah! when wilt Thou always
Make our hearts Thy home?
We must wait for Heaven,-
Then the day will come.

11 Now at least we'll keep Thee
All the time we may―
But Thy grace and blessing
We will keep alway.

12 When our hearts Thou leavest,
Worthless though they be,

Give them to Thy Mother
To be kept for Thee.

21.

The Immaculate Conception.

PART I.

10 PUREST of creatures! sweet Mother! sweet Maid!

The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid! Dark night hath come down on us, Mother!

and we

Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!