524 VIII. LITANIES. Litany of the holy Ghost. OLY Spirit, heavenly Dove, 2 Source of strength, of knowledge clear, 3 Source of meekness, love, and peace, 4 Spirit guiding us aright, Hear us, Holy Spirit. 5 Thou by Whom the Virgin bore 6 Thou Whom Jesus, from His throne, 7.7.7.6. 7 Thou Whose grace the Church doth fill, Showing her God's perfect will, Making Jesus present still; Hear us, Holy Spirit. 8 Coming with Thy power to save, 9 Thou by Whom our souls are fed 10 All Thy sevenfold gifts bestow, 11 All our evil passions kill, 12 Come to raise us when we fall, 13 Come to strengthen all the weak, 14 Come to aid the souls who yearn 15 Keep us in the narrow way, 525 16 Holy, loving, as Thou art, Hear us, Holy Spirit. Litany of the Church. ESU, with Thy Church abide, We beseech Thee, hear us. 2 Keep her life and doctrine pure, We beseech Thee, hear us. 3 Be Thou with her all the days, We beseech Thee, hear us. 4 May her voice be ever clear, We beseech Thee, hear us. 5 All her fettered powers release, 6 May she one in doctrine be, We beseech Thee, hear us. 7.7.7.6. 7 May she guide the poor and blind, We beseech Thee, hear us. 8 Save her love from growing cold, Make her watchmen strong and bold, Fence her round, Thy peaceful fold : We beseech Thee, hear us. 9 May her priests Thy people feed, Shepherds of the flock indeed, Ready, where Thou call'st, to lead : We beseech Thee, hear us. 10 Judge her not for work undone, Judge her not for fields unwon, Bless her works in Thee begun : We beseech Thee, hear us. 11 For the past give deeper shame, Make her jealous for Thy Name, Kindle zeal's most holy flame : We beseech Thee, hear us. 12 Raise her to her calling high, 13 May her lamp of truth be bright, 14 May her scattered children be We beseech Thee, hear us. 15 Arm her soldiers with the cross, 16 May she holy triumphs win, Overthrow the hosts of sin, Gather all the nations in: We beseech Thee, hear us. 17 May she soon all glorious be, 18 Fit her all Thy joy to share 526 We beseech Thee, hear us. Litany for Children. JESU, from Thy throne on high, Far above the bright blue sky, Hear us, Holy Jesu. 2 Little children need not fear, When they know that Thou art near: 3 Little hearts may love Thee well, 7.7.7.6. |