When, as th' Apostles knelt
At the third hour in prayer,
A sudden rushing sound proclaim'd
The GOD of Glory near.

Forthwith a tongue of fire

Alights on every brow;

Each breast receives the FATHER'S light The WORD's enkindling glow.

The HOLY GHOST on all

Is mightily outpour'd,

Who straight in divers tongues declare The wonders of the LORD.

While strangers of all climes

Flock round from far and near, And with amazement, each at once, Their native accents hear.

But Judah faithless still

Denies the Hand Divine,

And madly jeers the Saints of CHRIST, As drunk with new-made wine;

Till Peter in the midst

Stood up and spake aloud; And their perfidious falsity By Joel's witness show'd.

Praise to the FATHER be!

Praise to the SON WHO rose! Praise, HOLY PARACLETE, to THEE! While age on ages flows. Amen.

Veni, Sancte Spiritus. 156 HOLY SPIRIT, LORD of Light, From THY clear celestial height,

THY pure beaming radiance give:
Come, THOU Father of the poor,
Come, with treasures which endure,
Come, THOU light of all that live!
THOU, of all consolers Best,
Visiting the troubled breast,

Dost refreshing peace bestow;
THOU, in toil, art comfort sweet,
Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe.

Light Immortal, Light Divine,
Visit THOU these hearts of THINE,
And our inmost being fill:
If thou take THY grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turn'd to ill.

Heal our wounds; our strength renew;
On our dryness pour THY dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away;
Bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen; warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
THOU, on those who evermore
THEE Confess and THEE adore,

In THY sevenfold gifts descend:
Give them comfort when they die :
Give them life with THEE on high;

Give them joys which never end. Amen.

157 THOU WHO camest from above, Bringing light, and shedding love, Gracious SPIRIT, Love Divine,

Let THY Light around us shine.

THOU WHO Once didst change our state,
Making us regenerate,

Help us Evermore to be

Faithful subjects unto THEE.

Where THOU art not, none can do

What is holy, just, and true;

They whose hearts THY Wisdom leads,
Think good thoughts and do good deeds.
We have often grieved THEE sore;
Never let us grieve THEE more:
THOU the feeble canst protect;
THOU the wandering canst direct.
We are dark-be THOU Our Light;
We are blind-be THOU our Sight:
Be our Comfort in distress;
Guide us through the wilderness.
Praise the blessed THREE in ONE;
Praise the FATHER and the SON;
To the HOLY GHOST arise

Praise from all beneath the skies. Amen.

TRINITY.

O luce qui tua lates.

158 O THOU WHO dwellest bright on high, THOU ever-blessed TRINITY;

THEE we confess, in THEE believe,

TO THEE with pious heart we cleave.

O FATHER, by THY saints ador'd,
O SON of GOD, our blessed Lord,
O HOLY SPIRIT, WHO dost join
FATHER and SON with love divine!

We see the FATHER in the SON,
And with the FATHER CHRIST is ONE;
The HOLY GHOST, the PARACLETE,
In BOTH resides, in BоTH complete.

For GOD the FATHER, GOD the SON,
And God the HOLY GHOST, are ONE:
All THREE one blessed truth approve,
All THREE Compose one holy love.

TO GOD the FATHER, GOD the SON,
And HOLY GHOST, be glory done;
ONE GOD ALMIGHTY we adore

With heart and voice for evermore. Amen.

Summa Parens clementiæ.

159 PARENT of all, WHOSE love display'd Still rules the world THY bounty made, Fain would we raise the hymn to THEE, In substance ONE, in person THREE.

Fain would we chaunt to THEE the song
Which through the ages all along
Is chaunted by THY heavenly train,
And earth resounds to Heaven again.

Taught by THY word, this festal day
Our homage of true faith we pay:
Oh! in that faith preserve us still,
And shield us evermore from ill;

That still our lips THY praise may show,
And with THY holy Church below,
Above with THY angelic Host,

Sing FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST. Amen.

Te Deum Patrem colimus.

160 FATHER of all, to THEE we raise
The tribute of our grateful praise,
WHO for our double life hast given
Bread from the earth, and Bread from
Heaven.

THOU too, O JESUS, be ador'd,

The only Son, th' Almighty LORD,
WHO, Our Salvation to become,
Didst not abhor the Virgin's womb:

WHO, on the Cross a Victim made,
The ransom of the world hast paid;
Through WHOм alone on guilty men.
The hope of life has dawn'd again.

And THOU, by WHOSE Almighty aid
The spotless, pure and holy Maid
Brought forth INCARNATE DEITY,
ETERNAL SPIRIT, praise to THEE!