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AMPHORA XI I EHOLD the creatures Thou hast made, O LORD, how frail we are and fickle, Ephemeral as the tender blade That falls before the eternal sickle ! CHORUS : No shadow of turning in the LORD ! His purpose shall not change nor vary, Splendid and stedfast as a sword Live in the lambent heart of Mary. II Behold us, how we strive to good And evil catches us and sways us, How from child-life and maidenhood Time creeps and springs on us and slays us ! III But all our feebleness in Thee Is firm, in Thee our ways are steady. Equal for bliss or ag…
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AMPHORA IV ROM winter’s bleak and bitter prison Up-surges the delighted spring. The tomb is broke ; the LORD is risen. Hail ! Thou anointed King ! Now, O Thou pitiful and pallid, Who to the cross didst cleave and cling, Thy tears to life from death have rallied Thy SON, the Holy King ! Eater of flesh and soul and spirit, The Lord of Hell on dropping wing His doom of dolour doth inherit From our anointed King. See ! headlong where he reels and plunges To the abyss, a noisome thing ! He falls ! Our sin Thy SON expunges ! Thy SON, the Holy King ! …
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AMPHORA CHORUS: O hear us, Mary blest ! Thy heavenly love accord, That we may rest on JESU’S breast, Thy Son, our living LORD ! Amen. 65
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AMPHORA XII MOTHER of Our LORD, we ask Thy potent prayer in our distress ; We nerve us for the royal task And sink supine in feebleness. The Eye of Heaven to us is blind ; Time is so sad, and earth so grey ; But by Thine influence we find One steadfast star to shew the way. Thine is the sympathetic balm That eases from Life’s bruising rod ; And Thine the meek eternal calm That brings our souls in tune with GOD Amen. O 79
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AMPHORA VIII LL hail, dread LORD, all hail ! Smite through Thy rended veil Light till our sun grows pale— Eclipsed, discrowned ! Now might not men withstand, Save that one maiden bland Aids with Her splendid hand Them whose poor power is spanned By earth’s sad ground. All hail ! dear CHRIST, all hail ! None could endure Thy pale Anguish ; all creatures veil Their woeful eyes. Joy fills the hells of hate. Thou shalt their rage abate, Conquer the lords of fate, Virgin immaculate, Serene and wise ! A 10
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…ied Upon the cross of shame ! O chant in cadence whispering The HOLY GHOST that poured On Mary’s bosom soft as spring The unction of the LORD ! In silence let our hearts adore The Mother-maid Divine, And all our vows like swallows soar To Her celestial shrine ! Amen. O 26
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… love. O Thou, of Thy mercy apply Thy grace to my spurs and my sword, That my banner may flame to the sky In the van of the hosts of the LORD ! Amen. W 71
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AMPHORA VII HAPPY flower, on whom there fell The dew of the Ineffable ! O jewelled cup, wherein was poured The precious liquor of the LORD ! Through thee by the infernal goad The seven bleeding sorrows flowed : Thou keepest secret and apart The wounds of JESUS in Thine heart. Through Thee by the divine consent The seven ecstatic joys are sent : Thy secret worship shall inspire Our hearts with His devoted fire. O mother, to Thy house of death We fly from life’s deceitful breath. O star of love upon the sea, We sail to Thee—we sail to Thee ! Amen…
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…s desire. Thy grace for us sufficient still To smite the arbiters of ill Shall grant the exceeding great reward To look by Thee upon the LORD. Be still, my soul, whate’er assail ! Through Mary they shall not prevail ; And thou resigned in peace await Her peace at Her appointed date. Amen. B 47
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…HORA VI Good Friday T the foot of the Cross is the Mother of God, And Her tears are like rain to enliven the sod, While the Blood of the LORD from His Body that runs Is the heat of the summer, the fire of its suns. In the darkness and fear of the torturing hours, The Mother brings life in the strength of Her showers ; The Son with the fire of His Passion withdrawn Enkindles the night to the life of the Dawn. In the cup of the world, as pure water and wine, His sorrow is mingled and mixed into Thine, For a liquor to heal us the children of night…