signum-crucis:

Jesus in Your Heart We Find
Jesus, in your heart we findlove of the Father and mankindthese two loves to us impart -Divine love in a human heart.
May we stand within the fireOf your Sacred Heart, and raiseTo our God in joyful choirAll creation’s song of praise.
In our hearts from roots of prideDeadly growths of evil flower;But from Jesus’ wounded sideStreams the sacramental power.
To the depths within your heartDraw us with divine desire,Hide us, heal us, and impartYour own love’s transforming fire.
James P. McAuley (1917-1976)
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James Phillip McAuley (12 October 1917 – 15 October 1976) was an Australian academic, poet, journalist, literary critic and a prominent convert to Roman Catholicism.

signum-crucis:

Jesus in Your Heart We Find

Jesus, in your heart we find
love of the Father and mankind
these two loves to us impart -
Divine love in a human heart.

May we stand within the fire
Of your Sacred Heart, and raise
To our God in joyful choir
All creation’s song of praise.

In our hearts from roots of pride
Deadly growths of evil flower;
But from Jesus’ wounded side
Streams the sacramental power.

To the depths within your heart
Draw us with divine desire,
Hide us, heal us, and impart
Your own love’s transforming fire.

James P. McAuley (1917-1976)

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James Phillip McAuley (12 October 1917 – 15 October 1976) was an Australian academic, poet, journalist, literary critic and a prominent convert to Roman Catholicism.

signum-crucis:

Each time that anyone thus looks lovingly at the Host,  Which contains sacramentally My Divine Body,  He will increase his merits for Heaven,  And add to his eternal joys an especial delight,  Corresponding to that with which he devoutly contemplated  This precious Body on earth.

signum-crucis:

Each time that anyone thus looks lovingly at the Host,
Which contains sacramentally My Divine Body,
He will increase his merits for Heaven,
And add to his eternal joys an especial delight,
Corresponding to that with which he devoutly contemplated
This precious Body on earth.

signum-crucis:

Tree of Life — Taddeo Gaddi, 1360sSanta Croce, Florence
FAITHFUL Cross! above all other, one and only noble Tree! None in foliage, none in blossom, none in fruit thy peers may be; sweetest wood and sweetest iron! Sweetest Weight is hung on thee!
Lofty tree, bend down thy branches, to embrace thy sacred load; oh, relax the native tension of that all too rigid wood; gently, gently bear the members of thy dying King and God. 
Tree, which solely wast found worthy the world’s Victim to sustain. harbour from the raging tempest! ark, that saved the world again! Tree, with sacred blood anointed of the Lamb for sinners slain. 
—Pange Lingua, Fortunatus

signum-crucis:

Tree of Life — Taddeo Gaddi, 1360s
Santa Croce, Florence

FAITHFUL Cross!
above all other,
one and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
none in fruit thy peers may be;
sweetest wood and sweetest iron!
Sweetest Weight is hung on thee!

Lofty tree, bend down thy branches,
to embrace thy sacred load;
oh, relax the native tension
of that all too rigid wood;
gently, gently bear the members
of thy dying King and God.

Tree, which solely wast found worthy
the world’s Victim to sustain.
harbour from the raging tempest!
ark, that saved the world again!
Tree, with sacred blood anointed
of the Lamb for sinners slain.

Pange Lingua, Fortunatus

signum-crucis:

So when now at length the fullness of the sacred time drew nigh, then the Son, the world’s Creator, left his Father’s throne on high; from a virgin’s womb appearing, clothed in our mortality.
All within a lowly manger, lo, a tender babe He lies! see his gentle Virgin Mother lull to sleep his infant cries! while the limbs of God incarnate round with swathing bands she ties. 
Thus did Christ to perfect manhood in our mortal flesh attain: then of His free choice He goeth to a death of bitter pain; and as a lamb, upon the altar of the cross, for us is slain.
—Pange Lingua, Fortunatus

signum-crucis:

So when now at length the fullness
of the sacred time drew nigh,
then the Son, the world’s Creator,
left his Father’s throne on high;
from a virgin’s womb appearing,
clothed in our mortality.

All within a lowly manger,
lo, a tender babe He lies!
see his gentle Virgin Mother
lull to sleep his infant cries!
while the limbs of God incarnate
round with swathing bands she ties.

Thus did Christ to perfect manhood
in our mortal flesh attain:
then of His free choice He goeth
to a death of bitter pain;
and as a lamb, upon the altar of the cross,
for us is slain.

Pange Lingua, Fortunatus

signum-crucis:

Jesus, Jesus, come to me,All my longing is for Thee,Of all friends the best Thou artMake of me Thy counterpart.

signum-crucis:

Jesus, Jesus, come to me,
All my longing is for Thee,
Of all friends the best Thou art
Make of me Thy counterpart.

signum-crucis:

St Francis Xavier’s Hymn of Love
O GOD, I love Thee for Thyself,And not that I may Heaven gain, Nor because those who love Thee not,Must suffer Hell’s eternal pain.Thou O my Jesus! Thou didst meUpon the Cross embrace;For me didst bear the nails and spear  And manifold disgrace; And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony; E’en death itself — and all for oneWho was Thine enemy. Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, Should I not love Thee well: Not for the sake of winning Heaven, Or of escaping Hell; Not with the hope of gaining aught,not seeking a reward; But, as Thyself hast lovedme, O ever-loving Lord? E’en so I love Thee, and will love,and in Thy praise will sing; Solely because Thou art my God And my eternal King. —Fr Lasance, My Prayerbook

signum-crucis:

St Francis Xavier’s Hymn of Love

O GOD, I love Thee for Thyself,
And not that I may Heaven gain, 
Nor because those who love Thee not,
Must suffer Hell’s eternal pain.

Thou O my Jesus! Thou didst me
Upon the Cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear 
 And manifold disgrace; 

And griefs and torments numberless, 
And sweat of agony; 
E’en death itself — and all for one
Who was Thine enemy. 

Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, 
Should I not love Thee well: 
Not for the sake of winning Heaven, 
Or of escaping Hell; 
Not with the hope of gaining aught,
not seeking a reward; 
But, as Thyself hast loved
me, O ever-loving Lord? 

E’en so I love Thee, and will love,
and in Thy praise will sing; 
Solely because Thou art my God 
And my eternal King.
 
Fr Lasance, My Prayerbook

happilyrowing:

Unless a grain of wheat shall fall upon the ground and die it remains a single grain, a grain with no life

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