Hyms of the Holy Office

Blest are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our God: 
The secret of the Lord is theirs, 
Their soul is Christ’s abode. 

The Lord, who left the heavens 
Our life and peace to bring, 
To dwell in lowliness with men, 
Their pattern and their King: 

Still to the lowly soul 
He doth himself impart, 
And for his dwelling and his throne 
Chooseth the pure in heart. 

Lord, we thy presence seek; 
May ours this blessing be; 
Give us a pure and lowly heart, 
A temple fit for thee.

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O Jesus, Savior of the world.
Assist the souls you have redeemed;
And gentle Mother of our Lord,
For us poor sinners pardon win.

May all the gleaming angel hosts
And patient Patriarchs serene,
And Prophets faithful unto death,
Make supplication for the world.

May John, fore-runner of our Light,
And he who holds the keys above,
And all Apostles of our Lord,
Absolve us from the stains of sin.

And may the Martyrs countless throng,
And Priests devoted to their Lord,
And holy virgins’ merits too,
Obtain remission for our falls.

May pure monastic prayer above,
United with the Saints on high,
Accept our lowly sighs on earth,
And gain for us eternal life.

All glory, Jesus, be to you,
The Father and the Spirit, too,
Whose wondrous light is cause of joy
For all the Saints eternally. Amen.
Hymn of the Morning Prayer All Saints Day
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