Saint Philip Came From The Sunny South

This hymn is dedicated to my beloved patron saint, St. Philip Neri.

This is the full, original text from an 1852 edition of Fr. Faber’s hymnal Jesus and Mary. It is listed under the title “St. Philip in England” in that hymnal:

Saint Philip came from the sunny South,
From the streets of holy Rome;
His heart was hot with the love of souls,
And England gave him a home.

He had never slept outside the town
More than half his quiet life;
But his heart so burned, in heaven he turned
A pilgrim, and man of strife.

Through many a land and o’er many a sea
With his staff and beads he came;
Men saw him not, but their hearts grew hot,
As though they were near a flame.

In France and Spain, and in Polish towns,
He planted his School of Mirth,
In Mexico, and in rich Peru,
Nay, in every nook of earth.

He came himself, that travelling Saint! .
Felt, if not heard or seen;
It was not enough his sons should be
Like what Philip himself had been.

Dear England he saw, its cold, cold hearts;
Quoth he, What a burning shame
That hearts so bold should be still so cold;
Good truth! they have need of my flame!

He came with his staff, he came with his beads;
You would know the old man by sight,
If he were not a Saint who hides his face
And his virgin eyes so bright.

Tell me if ever your heart of late
Hath been strangely set on fire;
Have you been hardly patient with life,
And looked on death with desire?

Has earth seemed dull, or your soul been full
Until you were fain to cry?
Or have holy Names burnt you like flames,
And you knew not how or why?

Hath sin seemed the easiest thing in the world
To put at arm’s length from yourself?
Hath Mary, sweet Mary, grown precious to you,
Like a miser’s hidden pelf?

If it so be, O listen to me!
Rejoice, for Saint Philip is nigh;
At Jesu’s Name he hath lit his flame,
And you felt him passing by.

He is out on earth to spread Mary’s mirth,
And that is—saving poor souls;
And happy are those on whom he throws
But one of his burning coals.

This is the way that Saint Philip works!
He comes in the midst of your cares,
He passes by, turns back on the sly,
And catches you unawares.

Light to your eyes, and song to your ears,
A touch that pricks like a dart,
’Tis Philip alone works in hearts of stone,
And Mary taught him his art.

Now down on your knees, good neighbours, please ;
Thank our dear Lady for this,—
That Philip hath come to an English home
With those winning ways of his.

Ask him to stay full many a day,
A hardworking Saint is he!
And is it not true there is much to do
In this land of liberty?

Now read me aright, good people, pray!
’Tis Philip himself is here;
’Tis Philip’s flame more than Philip’s name
That you all should prize so dear.

For Philip’s sons are but Philip’s staff,
A staff that he wieldeth still;
Good father he is to those sons of his,
But a sire with a right strong will.

He is not content his sons should be
Like what their father hath been;
He works himself; he trusts no one else;
He is here to-day, I ween.

Bid him God speed, since the Roman Saint;
An Englishman fain would be;
Long may he bide by his new fireside,
For a right merry Saint is he!

Words: Fr. Frederick William Faber, C.O., 1849.
Tune: No tune seems to exist in this meter.

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It Is No Earthly Summer’s Ray

In the Extraordinary Form of the Roman Breviary, This hymn is used in multiple places in the Breviary, though divided into parts. The third verse and the closing doxology is used as the hymn for Lauds on the the Feast of the Chair of Peter. The fourth verse and the closing doxology are used as the hymn for Vespers & Matins on the Feast of the Conversion of St. Paul. The first two and last verse of the body and the doxology are used for the Vespers hymn for the Feast of Sts. Peter & Paul. The third & fourth verses and the closing doxology is used for the hymn for Lauds on the Feast of Sts. Peter and Paul. This hymn is used for Vespers on the Feast of Sts. Peter & Paul in the Ordinary Form. The entirety of the hymn was used for Vespers and Matins on the Feast of Sts. Peter and Paul in the Sarum Breviary.

This is the full, original text from an 1852 edition of Fr. Faber’s hymnal Jesus and Mary. It is listed for St. Peter and St. Paul in that hymnal. Fr. Faber includes this note at the bottom of the text of the hymn (From the Breviary—“Decora lux æternitatis auream.”):

It is no earthly summer’s ray
That sheds this golden brightness round,
Crowning with heavenly light the day
The Princes of the Church were crowned.

The blessed Seer to whom’were given
The hearts of men to teach and school,
And he that keeps the keys of heaven
For those on earth that own his rule;

Fathers of mighty Rome, whose word
Shall pass the doom of life or death,
By humble cross and bleeding sword
Well have they won their laurel wreath.

O happy Rome, made holy now
By these two martyrs’ glorious blood,
Earth’s best and fairest cities bow
By thy superior claims subdued.

For thou alone art worth them all,
City of martyrs! thou alone
Canst cheer our pilgrim hearts, and call
The Saviour’s sheep to Peter’s throne.

All honour, power, and praise be given
To Him who reigns in bliss on high,
For endless, endless years in heaven,
One only God in Trinity! Amen.

Words: ascr. Elpis, 5th C*.; tr. Fr. Frederick W. Faber, C.O., 1849.
Tune: “Gaude, Regina Gloriae” Bohemian Brethren, 1544 .

*The Liber Hymnarius indicates unknown authorship ca. 8th-9th C.

The original Latin text of this hymn may be found here.

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Hail, Patron Of Erin! Bright Star Of The West

This is the text of this hymn as it appears in the 1906 edition of the St. Basil Hymnal:

Hail, Patron of Erin! bright Star of the West,
What land has not heard of thy fame?
Dear, dear to my soul are the souls thou has blest,
And dearer, if aught, be thy name.
To millions in darkness ’twas thine to give light,
That light which can never decay,
The Gospel soon banished idolatry’s night,
And Christians bask’d in its ray…

On thy steps, great Saint! all blessings awaited,
Though slav’ry has since been our doom;
Yet the light of thy doctrine ne’er has abaited,
‘Twas the lamp that cheer’d through the gloom.
*Like the light, that illumes the billowy sea,
When darkness o’ershadows its breast,
To guide the toss’d mariners, wan with dismay,
To the haven of safety and rest.

Words: Anonymous, ca. early 19th C.
Tune: See St. Basil’s Hymnal.

*For some reason, St. Basil’s Hymnal marks this as the beginning of verse 3, although in that case verses 2 & 3 would each be half the length of verse 1. This is presumably a typo and I have shown what is listed as two verses in the hymnal as one verse.

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All Praise To St. Patrick, Who Brought To Our Mountains

This is the full, original text of this hymn as it appears in an 1860 edition of Fr. Faber’s Oratory Hymns. It is listed for St. Patrick’s Day in that hymnal:

All praise to St.* Patrick, who brought to our mountains
The gift of God’s faith, the sweet light of His love!
All praise to the shepherd who showed us the fountains
That rise in the Heart of the Saviour above!
For hundreds of years,
In smiles and in tears,
Our saint hath been with us, our shield and our stay;
All else may have gone,—
St. Patrick alone—
He hath been to us light when earth’s lights were all set,
For the glories of faith they can never decay;
And the best of our glories is bright with us yet,
In the faith and the feast of St.* Patrick’s Day.

There is not a saint in the bright courts of heaven
More faithful than he to the land of his choice;
Oh, well may the nation to whom he was given,
In the feast of their sire and apostle rejoice!
In glory above,
True to his love,
He keeps the false faith from his children away:
The dark false faith,
Far worse than death—
O(1) he drives it far off from the green sunny shore,
Like the reptiles which(2) fled from his curse in dismay;
And Erin, when error’s proud triumph is o’er,
Will still be found keeping St.* Patrick’s Day.

Then what shall we do for thee, heaven-sent father?
What shall the proof of our loyalty be?
By all that is dear to our hearts, we would rather
Be martyred, sweet Saint! than bring shame upon thee!
But oh! he will take
The promise we make,
So to live that our lives by God’s help may display
The light that he bore
To Erin’s shore:
Yes!(3) Father of Ireland! no child wilt thou own,
Whose life is not lighted by grace on its way;
For they are true Irish, O(4) yes! they alone,
Whose hearts are all true on St.* Patrick’s Day.

Words: Fr. Frederick W. Faber, C.O., ca. 1860.
Tune: See St. Basil’s Hymnal.
Words: Irreg.

Here is a recording of this hymn sung by a congregation.

The following are the only substantial differences which appear in the text as it appears in the 1906 edition of St. Basil’s Hymnal:

(1) Oh
(2) that
(3) Oh Yes!
(4) ah

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Hibernia’s Champion Saint, All Hail!

This is the text of this hymn as it appears in the 1906 edition of the St. Basil Hymnal:

Hibernia’s Champion Saint, all hail!
With fadeless glory crown’d;
The offspring of your ardent zeal,
This day your praise shall sound.
Great and glorious St. Patrick,
Pray for that dear country,
Great and glorious St. Patrick,
Hearken to the pray’r of thy children.

Borne on the wings of charity,
To Erin’s coast you flew;
Bade Satan from her valleys flee,
And his dark shrines o’erthrew.

Wand’ring thro’ error’s gloomy night,
Our sires did lose their way;
You cheer’d their hearts with heavenly light,
With truth’s consoling ray.

Sickness flies, his voice obeying,
Sightless eyes behold the day,
And the pow’r of God displaying,
Death unwilling yields his prey.

Mortals, with amazement seeing
Senseless idols prostrate fall,
Own the author of their being,
And proclaim Him Lord of all.

Words: Anonymous, ca. early 19th C.
Tune: See St. Basil’s Hymnal

An alternate version of this song begins with the first three verses and ends instead with the following three verses:

O what a harvest crown’d thy toil,
The earth, long curs’d, was bless’d;
Each lovely virtue graced its soil,
The sinner’s heart found rest.

From faith’s bright camp the demons fled,
The path to heav’n was clear’d,
Religion rais’d her beauteous head,
An isle of saints appear’d.

To God who sent thee to our isle,
Be endless glory giv’n!
Oh! may He ever on it smile,
And lead its sons to heav’n.

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Dear Angel! Ever At My Side

This is the full, original text from an 1852 edition of Fr. Faber’s hymnal Jesus and Mary. It is listed for The Guardian Angel (for the School Children) in that hymnal:

Dear Angel! ever at my side,
How loving must thou be,
To leave thy home in Heaven to guard
A guilty wretch like me.

Thy beautiful and shining face
I see not, though so near;
The sweetness of thy soft low voice
I am too deaf to hear.

I cannot feel thee touch my hand
With pressure light‘and mild,
To check me, as my mother did
When I was but a child.

But I have felt thee in my thoughts
Fighting with sin for me;
And when my heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from thee.

And when, dear Spirit! I kneel down
Morning and night to prayer,
Something there is within my heart
Which tells me thou art there.

Yes! when I pray thou prayest too——
Thy prayer is all for me;
But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.

But most of all I feel thee near,
When, from the good priest’s feet,
I go absolved, in fearless love,
Fresh toils and cares to meet.

And thou in life’s last hour wilt bring
A fresh supply of grace,
And afterwards wilt let me kiss
Thy beautiful bright face.

Ah me! how lovely they must be
Whom God has glorified;
Yet one of them, O sweetest thought!
Is ever at my side.

Then for thy sake, dear Angel! now
More humble will I be:
But I am weak, and when I fall,
O weary not of me:

O weary not, but love me still,
For Mary’s sake, thy Queen;
She never tired of me, though I
Her worst of sons have been.

She will reward thee with a smile;
Thou know’st what it is worth!
For Mary’s smiles each day convert
The hardest hearts on earth.

Then love me, love me, Angel dear!
And I will love thee more;
And help me when my soul is cast
Upon the eternal shore.

Words: Fr. Frederick W. Faber, C.O., 1849.
Tune: “St. Bavon” Charles E. Horsley, 1857 .

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Hail, Gabriel! Hail! A Thousand Hails

This is the full, original text from an 1852 edition of Fr. Faber’s hymnal Jesus and Mary. It is listed for St. Gabriel in that hymnal:

Hail, Gabriel! hail! a thousand Hails
For thine whose music still prevails
In the world’s listening ear!
Angelic Word! sent forth to tell
How the Eternal Word should dwell
Amid His creatures here!

Familiar of the Eternal Word!
To thee the Wisdom of thy Lord
By special grace was shown;
And in the secrets of His will,
Thy love for sinners drank its fill,
And made our lot thine own:

Counsels of mercy, visions bright
Of grace to overflow the night
Of man’s most hapless fall;
Predestination’s secret might,
The Passion’s depth, our Lady’s height,
The Vision crowning all!

God’s Confident! fair task was thine,
Depths within depths of Love Divine,
To fathom and adore,
Till even thy marvellous mind was lost
In worship blind upon that coast
Of endless More and More!

Angel of Jesus! days gone by
Bore burdens of kind prophecy
To quicken hope delayed;
Then, preluding with John’s sweet name,
At length thy choicest music came
Unto the Mother Maid.

Voice of heaven’s sweetness, uttered low,
Thy words like strains of music grow
Upon the stilly night,
Clear echoes from the Mind of God,
Stealing through Mary’s blest abode
In pulses of delight.

O Voice! dear Voice! the ages hear
That Hail of thine still lingering near,
An unexhausted song;
And still thou com’st with balmy wing,
And O! thou seemest still to sing,
Thine Ave to prolong.

O meditative Spirit! bright
With beauty and abounding light,
Life of surpassing bliss,
Brooding, profound, most calm in power,
What joy for thee to feel each hour
How deep thy being is!

Pure as the sunrise, fair as light,
Lovely as visions of the night
Where saintly souls find food;
Angel of worship! skilled and wise,
Thou hauntest prayer and sacrifice,
Because they fit thy mood.

Zeal burns thee like a quiet fire,
All selfpossest in chaste desire,
As Daniel’s was of old;
And thou hast caught from God’s near Throne
His love of creatures, and His tone
Of charity untold.

O blessed Gabriel! Tongue of God!
Sweet-spoken Spirit! thou hast showed
To us the Word made Man;
He bade thee break His silence here;
The tale thou told’st in Mary’s ear
His coming scarce fore-ran.

Jesus is nigh where Gabriel is;
His presence too was Mary’s bliss,
And Daniel loved him near;
Angel of grace! O prophecy
To us of God’s forgiving Eye,
Which thou canst see all clear.

Joseph and John were, like to thee,
Chosen for Mary’s custody
In her retired abode;
O Gabriel! get us love like theirs,
For her whose unremitting prayers
Have gained us love of God!

Take up in Heaven for us thy part,
And, singing to the Sacred Heart,
Thy strains of rapture raise;
And tune with endless Ave still
The voices of the Blessed, and fill
The Ear of God with praise!

Words: Fr. Frederick W. Faber, C.O., 1849.
Tune: “Pembroke” J. Foster, 1807-1885.
Words: 8.8.6.D

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