Sweet Saviour, Bless Us, Ere We Go Sweet Savior, bless us ere we go; Thy Word into our minds instill, And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Refrain Through life’s long day and death’s dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light. The day is done, its hours have run, And Thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. Refrain Through life’s long day and death’s dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light. Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release: And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Refrain Through life’s long day and death’s dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light. Do more than pardon; give us joy, Sweet fear, and sober liberty, And simple hearts without alloy That only long to be like Thee. Refrain Through life’s long day and death’s dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light. Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled, And care is light, for Thou hast cared; Let not our works with self be soiled, Nor in unsimple ways ensnared. Refrain Through life’s long day and death’s dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light. For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto Thee we call; O let Thy mercy make us glad: Thou art our Jesus, and our All. Refrain Through life’s long day and death’s dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light. Sweet Savior, bless us; night is come; Through night and darkness near us be; Good angels watch about our home, And we are one day nearer Thee. Refrain Through life’s long day and death’s dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

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This Is The Image Of Our Queen This is the image of the Queen Who reigns in bliss above; Of her who is the hope of men, Whom men and angels love! Refrain Most holy Mary, at thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In this thy own sweet month of May Dear Mother of my God, I pray, Do thou remember me. This homage offered at the feet Of Mary's image here To Mary's self at once ascends Above the starry sphere. Refrain Most holy Mary, at thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In this thy own sweet month of May Dear Mother of my God, I pray, Do thou remember me. Sweet are the flow'rets we have culled This image to adorn; But sweeter far is Mary's self, That rose without a thorn. Refrain Most holy Mary, at thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In this thy own sweet month of May Dear Mother of my God, I pray, Do thou remember me.

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O QUAM GLORIFICA 1. O quam glorifica luce coruscas,  Stirpis Davidicae regia proles!  Sublimis residens, Virgo Maria,  Supra caeligenas aetheris omnes.  2. Tu cum virgineo mater honore,  Ang(e)lorum Domino pectoris aulam  Sacris visceribus casta parasti;  Natus hinc Deus est corpore Christus.  3. Quem cunctus venerans orbis adorat,  cui nunc rite genuflectitur omne;  A quo te, petimus, subveniente,  Abjectis tenebris, gaudia lucis.  4. Hoc largire Pater luminis omnis,  Natum per proprium, Flamine sacro,  Qui tecum nitida vivit in aethra  Regnans, ac moderans saecula cuncta.  Amen.

1. O how glorious art thou, dazzling with light,  stock of David, royal offspring!  Thou dwellest in a sublime height, O Virgin Mary,  Looking down on all the heavenly regions. 2. Thou, with the honor of being a virgin and mother,  hast prepared for the Lord of Angels thy bosom  as a sacred palace, thy most holy womb,  from whence God took flesh, and was born Christ. 3. Thou, whom the whole world venerates and pays homage,  before whom all now rightfully bend the knee,  To whom we humbly beseech in our misery and darkness,  coming before thee surrounded by the joy of pure light. 4. O Father of all lights, through this sacred Flame  give unto us thy only Begotten Son,  who with Thee reigns brilliantly in the heavens,  ruling and governing for all ages.  Amen.

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ADORO te devote, latens Deitas, quae sub his figuris vere latitas: tibi se cor meum totum subiicit, quia te contemplans totum deficit.	HIDDEN God, devoutly I adore Thee, truly present underneath these veils: all my heart subdues itself before Thee, since it all before Thee faints and fails.
Visus, tactus, gustus in te fallitur, sed auditu solo tuto creditur; credo quidquid dixit Dei Filius: nil hoc verbo Veritatis verius.	Not to sight, or taste, or touch be credit hearing only do we trust secure; I believe, for God the Son has said it- Word of truth that ever shall endure.
In cruce latebat sola Deitas, at hic latet simul et humanitas; ambo tamen credens atque confitens, peto quod petivit latro paenitens.	On the cross was veiled Thy Godhead's splendor, here Thy manhood lies hidden too; unto both alike my faith I render, and, as sued the contrite thief, I sue.
Plagas, sicut Thomas, non intueor; Deum tamen meum te confiteor; fac me tibi semper magis credere, in te spem habere, te diligere.	Though I look not on Thy wounds with Thomas, Thee, my Lord, and Thee, my God, I call: make me more and more believe Thy promise, hope in Thee, and love Thee over all.
O memoriale mortis Domini! panis vivus, vitam praestans homini! praesta meae menti de te vivere et te illi semper dulce sapere.	O memorial of my Savior dying, Living Bread, that gives life to man; make my soul, its life from Thee supplying, taste Thy sweetness, as on earth it can.
Pie pellicane, Iesu Domine, me immundum munda tuo sanguine; cuius una stilla salvum facere totum mundum quit ab omni scelere.	Deign, O Jesus, Pelican of heaven, me, a sinner, in Thy Blood to lave, to a single drop of which is given all the world from all its sin to save.
Iesu, quem velatum nunc aspicio, oro fiat illud quod tam sitio; ut te revelata cernens facie, visu sim beatus tuae gloriae. Amen.	Contemplating, Lord, Thy hidden presence, grant me what I thirst for and implore, in the revelation of Thy essence to behold Thy glory evermore. Amen.

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I'LL WALK BESIDE YOU I'll walk beside you through the world today While dreams and songs and flowers bless your way I'll look into your eyes and hold your hand I'll walk beside you through the golden land I'll walk beside you through the world tonight Beneath the starry skies ablaze with light And in your heart loves's tender words I'll hide I'll walk beside you through the eventide I'll walk beside you through the passing years Through days of cloud and sunshine, joy and tears And when the great call comes, though sunset gleams I'll walk beside you through the land of dreams.

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Sag mir wo die Blumen sind ? Sag mir wo die Blumen sind Wo sind sie geblieben Sag mir wo die Blumen sind Was ist gescheh'n Sag mir wo die Blumen sind Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind Wann wird man je verstehn Wann wird man je verstehn Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind Wo sind sie geblieben Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind Was ist gescheh'n Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind Männer nahmen sie geschwind Wann wird man je verstehn Wann wird man je verstehn Sag mir wo die Männer sind Wo sind sie geblieben Sag mir wo die Männer sind Was ist gescheh'n Sag mir wo die Männer sind Zogen fort der Krieg beginnt Wann wird man je verstehn Wann wird man je verstehn Sag wo die Soldaten sind Wo sind sie geblieben Sag wo die Soldaten sind Was ist gescheh'n Sag wo die Soldaten sind Über Gräbern weht der Wind Wann wird man je verstehn Wann wird man je verstehn Sag mir wo die Gräber sind Wo sind sie geblieben Sag mir wo die Gräber sind Was ist gescheh'n Sag mir wo die Gräber sind Blumen blüh'n im Sommerwind Wann wird man je verstehn Wann wird man je verstehn Sag mir wo die Blumen sind Wo sind sie geblieben Sag mir wo die Blumen sind Was ist gescheh'n Sag mir wo die Blumen sind Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind Wann wird man je verstehn Wann wird man je verstehn Wann wird man je verstehn Ach wird man je verstehn (Peter Seeger)

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Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One morning in July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so sweet from her two white feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling rare And I said, says I, to a passerby "who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown. She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann She's the star of the County Down." From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down. I've travelled a bit, but never was hit Since my roving career began But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rose McCann. I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet with in shawl or gown But in she went and I asked no rent From the star of the County Down. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down. At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies On the heart of the nut-brown rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down.

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Miserere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquiatatem meam. Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et peccatto meo munda me. Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper. Tibi soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci: ut justificeris in sermonibus tuis, et vincas cum judicaris. Ecce enim in inquitatibus conceptus sum: et in peccatis concepit me mater mea. Ecce enim veritatem dilexisti: incerta et occulta sapientiae tuae manifesti mihi. Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor. Auditui meo dabis gaudium st laetitiam: et exsultabunt ossa humiliata. Averte faciem tuam a peccatis meis: et omnes iniquitates meas dele. Cor mundum crea in me, Deus: et spiritum rectum innova in visceribus meis. Ne projicias me a facie tua: et spiritum sanctum tuum ne auferas a me. Redde mihi laetitiam salutaris tui: et spiritu principali confirma me. Docebo iniquos vias tuas: et implii ad te convertentur. Libera me de sanguinibus, Deus, Deus salutis meae: et exsultabit lingua mea justitiam tuam. Domine, labia mea aperies: et os meum annuntiabit laudem tuam. Quoniam si voluisses sacrificium, dedissem utique: holocasutis non delectaberis. Sacraficium Deo spiritus contribulatus: cor contritum, et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies. Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion: ut aedificentur muri Jerusalem. Tunc acceptabis sacrificium justitiae, oblantiones, et holocausta: tunc imponent super altare tuum virtulos. Gloria Parti, Filio, et Spiritus Sancto. Sicunt erat in principo, et nunc semper, et in saeculorum. Amen.

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving kindness: According unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me. Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest. Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me. Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom. Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee. Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness. O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise. For thou desirest not sacrifice; else would I give it: thou delightest not in burnt offering. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. Do good in thy good pleasure unto Zion: build thou the walls of Jerusalem. Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousness, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering: then shall they offer bullocks upon thine altar.

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The sons of the Prophet were brave men and bold The sons of The Prophet are brave men and bold And quite unaccustomed to fear. But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah Was Abdul Abulbul Amir. Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame In the troops that were led by the Tsar. And the bravest of these was a man by the name Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun, And donned his most truculent sneer. Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe Of Abdul Abulbul Amir. "Young man," Quoth Abdul,"Has life grown so dull, That you wish to end your career? Vile Infidel, know, you have trod on the toe Of Abdul Abulbul Amir." Said Ivan, "My friend, your remarks, in the end, Will avail you but little, I fear." "For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive. Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir." "So take your last look at sunshine and brook. And send your regrets to the Tsar. By this I imply, you are going to die Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar." Then that bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk. With a cry of, "Allah-Akbar!" And with murderous intent, he ferociously went For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. They fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon. The din, it was heard from afar. And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame, Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar. As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life — in fact he was shouting "Huzzah!" He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmyk, Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. The Sultan drove by in his red-crested fly, Expecting the victor to cheer. But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh, Of Abdul Abulbul Amir. Tsar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue, Rode up in his new crested car. He arrived just in time to exchange a last line, With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. There's a tomb rises up, where the blue Danube flows, Engraved there in characters clear: "Ah, stranger when passing, oh pray for the soul Of Abdul Abulbul Amir." A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps 'Neath the light of the pale polar star And the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps, Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

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The Green Fields of France
(Eric Bogle)

Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while in the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great fallen in 1916 Well I hope you died quick And I hope you died clean Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined And though you died back in 1916 To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen Or are you a stranger without even a name Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest The sun shining down on these green fields of France The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance The trenches have vanished long under the plow No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man And a whole generation were butchered and damned Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride Do all those who lie here know why they died Did you really believe them when they told you the cause Did you really believe that this war would end wars Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing and dying it was all done in vain Oh Willy McBride it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

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