. Poems : with pious thoughts and practices in honor of our divine master . hile there. It is His will Be still, be still! PEACE, BE STILL ! 25 Peace, peace, my heart, be still!Beyond the mists that veil thine eyesA happy, peaceful harbor liesWhere grief shall be no more, nor sighs Nor aught of ill ; Be still, be still! Peace, peace, be still, be still!Let naught afifright thee, O my not the clouds that darkning leaving all to His control His blessed will With joy heart of mine, be still, be still. 26 JESUS OF NAZARETH IS PASSING BY. yESUS OF NAZARETH IS PASSING BY
. Poems : with pious thoughts and practices in honor of our divine master . hile there. It is His will Be still, be still! PEACE, BE STILL ! 25 Peace, peace, my heart, be still!Beyond the mists that veil thine eyesA happy, peaceful harbor liesWhere grief shall be no more, nor sighs Nor aught of ill ; Be still, be still! Peace, peace, be still, be still!Let naught afifright thee, O my not the clouds that darkning leaving all to His control His blessed will With joy heart of mine, be still, be still. 26 JESUS OF NAZARETH IS PASSING BY. yESUS OF NAZARETH IS PASSING BY, Jesus is passing ! I -wonderWhy mid the heedless throng,Day after day He tarrieth hereCalHng and waiting so long?Healing, forgiving and blessing,None doth He ever Hes seeking for thee, my soul*Now as Hes passing by. Jesus is passing ! I wonder Will He be always nigh ? Will He with loving, patient tread, Ever be passing by ? When with its glooms and its shadows Night shall oertake us at last, W^ary with seeking for thee, my soul, W^ill He have sadly passed ?. GROTTO OF LOURDES. TO MARY. 27 TO MARY. To thee, sweet Mary, in the name of HimWho chose thee for His daughter, pure , my friends, all things I freely leave; Oh, shield me from all sin ! Oh, shield me from all sin ! To thee, sweet Mary, in the name of HimWho chose thee for His Mother, undefiled,My joys, my griefs,—all things I gladly leave ; Oh, bless thy trusting child ! Oh, bless thy trusting child ! To thee sweet Mary, in the name of HimWho chose thee for His Spouse, all bright and hfe, my death,—all things I calmly leave ; Oh, take me to thy care! Oh, take me to thy care ! To thee sweet Mary, in thine own sweet name,All things I leave,—all things to me most lifes way and at its dread night fall Be thou with Jesus near ! Be thou with Jesus near ! 28 FIRST COMMUNION. FIRST COMMUNION. DOMINE non sum dignus ! The sweet music had softly ceased, Uomine non sum dignus ! Repe
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