Ring Out To-Day Your Joyous Notes

This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “Corpus Christi, or Eucharist Thursday. The Triumph of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.”

Ring out to-day your joyous notes,
Sweet bells, from every Christian fane,
Our King in state is on the earth,
And angels follow in His train;
Hark, all the saints for gladness shout,
Blue incense clouds wreathe up on high,
The Word made Flesh is in our midst,
The Lord of Hosts is passing by.

Down, down, all adverse powers of earth,
Adore Him, peasant, prince, and sage,
Philosophies and schools of thought,
He comes to claim His heritage:
All Power in Heaven and earth His own,
The banners of His captains gleam,
His Cross borne forth to victory,
He comes, as Monarch to redeem.

Ye doubters, yes, the Christ is here,
The world before His Presence fails,
But will not own the Sacrifice
Which from ten thousand shrines prevails:
The foolish faith of saints it hates,
Its law is fixed,its creed is made,
But speak, O God, and it shall flee,
Thunder, and it shall be afraid.

And yet He strives not in the streets,
No voice of God the Lord is heard,
The anthems of His saints peal out,
In silence comes the Incarnate Word;
In silence comes the Eternal God
While worldings scoff and saints adore,
To day and yesterday the Same,
Unchangeable for evermore.

O conquest sweet of Jesus Christ,
O triumph of the Sacrament!
O Love which thrills the Sacred Heart,
Eternal and Omnipotent!
‘Twas not enough, upon the Cross,
That God should suffer, God should die,
The Word made Flesh is in our midst,
The Lord of Hosts is passing by.

Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.
Tune: TBD…
Meter: 88.88D

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Here We Adore Thee, Jesus Christ Most Holy

This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “Corpus Christi, or Eucharist Thursday. Hymn in Adoration of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.”

Here we adore Thee, Jesus Christ most Holy,
Here in this feast of blessed, high thanksgiving;
Thou who dost feed the penitent and lowly,
Bread Everliving.

O that our hearts with love of Thee were burning,
Fixed on that Heart which ever loves so dearly;
Thee, in this Sacrament of love discerning
Ever more clearly.

Lo! from this Altar comes the Bread Eternal,
Bread made whole Christ, by word of Jesus spoken
Give unto us, dear Lord, this Food supernal,
Thy Body broken.

See, from the Chalice, streams of Life are bursting,
Streams in the desert springing to refresh us;
Lord, that for this our souls were always thirsting,
Thy Blood most precious.

Hail! Banquet sweet, the Pledge of man’s salvation,
Fruit of the Passion, pardon free bestowing;
Hail! Grace Divine, forth from the Incarnation,
Here ever flowing. Amen.

Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.
Tune: TBD…
Meter: 11.11.11.5

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Now, My Soul, Rehearse The Story

This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “Corpus Christi, or Eucharist Thursday. Bread in the Wilderness.”

Now, my soul, rehearse the story
How the multitude was fed:
How for more than the five thousand
Christ the Lord a table spread:
How He stayed the faint, the hungry,
Who Himself is Living Bread.

Save five loaves and two small fishes,
In the desert food was none:
What were these among so many?
Yet they feasted every one,
And twelve baskets full of fragments
Gathered, when the meal was done.

In the desert art thou hungry?
Christ His loved ones calls to share
Banquet which Himself provides them
In His Church’s pastures fair:
See, Love’s banner floats to lure thee,
Enter, thou shalt find Him there.

Thousands find there Food for thousands,
None is sent unfed away,
There His Body duly broken,
Feeds the faithful day by day,
And the Pure Oblation offered,
Rises to the Throne for aye.

Still the unbelievers question:
Whence for you does God give bread?
What they see they pour contempt on;
Ah! is thus your Table spread—
This the Feast to Life Eternal,
Sacrifice for quick and dead?

Christ hath blessed and Christ hath broken,
Thus the soul is satisfied:
Still the hands anointed offer
What Himself hath sanctified :
Christ’s own Blood, His very Body,
Still the Forms created hide.

Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.
Tune: TBD…
Meter: 87.87.87

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Jesus, Now We Greet Thee

This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “Corpus Christi, or Eucharist Thursday. The Tabernacle of God among Men.”

Jesus, now we greet Thee,
In Thy Feast we meet Thee;
Joyous hearts are leaping,
Contrite ones are weeping.

Once, an Infant holy,
From the Virgin lowly,
Day-Spring, Thou didst lighten,
What was dark to brighten.

Once with fair adorning
Thou, the Orient Morning,
Camest with Salvation,
Won for every nation.

O the passing glory
Of Redemption’s story!
God made Man, we praise Thee,
And in hymns upraise Thee.

Joy beyond all telling,
Thou on earth art dwelling;
On Thine Altars lying,
Thou wilt hear our crying.

There, Thy Blood most precious,
Saviour, shall refresh us;
There, Thy Flesh supernal,
Feed to life eternal.

Who shall not adore Thee,
Falling down before Thee?
Who be not confessing
Bread and Cup of Blessing?

Who will dare deny Thee?
Who in scorn pass by Thee?
Faith with rapture takes Thee,
Only pride forsakes Thee.

Now from Heaven descending,
God to man is bending;
And in faith adoring,
Man to God is soaring.

Oft from darksome valleys
Troubles fill our chalice;
Blood, all price excelling,
In this Cup is welling.

Oft the bread of sorrow
From the world we borrow;
This, the Bread of gladness,
Ending all our sadness.

Laud and veneration,
Praise and exultation,
Lord, to Thee for ever,
Gift and yet the Giver. Amen.

Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.
Tune: TBD…
Meter: 66.66

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Jesus, True God, True Man, We Adore Thee

This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “Corpus Christi, or Eucharist Thursday. The House of Bread.”

Jesus, True God, True Man, we adore Thee;
Veiled though Thy Presence, we worship Thee here;
True Bread of Angels, we fall down before Thee,
Now the blest moment has brought Thee so near.

Thou dost descend, but no awful thunder
Bending the Heavens o’erwhelms us with dread;
Silently, filling our spirits with wonder
Thou dost stoop down to us, Life-giving Bread.

Vision of Peace and Source of all Pity,
Praise of the Angels and Fountain of Love,
Thou art the Gate of the Heavenly City,
Glory of Saints in the mansions above.

Now at Thy Shrine Thou liest before us,
Who for us sinners sought pure Mary’s breast;
Sweetly is ringing the Angels’ glad chorus,
Bethlehem, true House of Bread, is our rest.

Here Precious Blood for sin is still flowing,
Sealing forgiveness and making us pure;
Thou in the gift of Thyself art bestowing
Grace to endeavour and strength to endure.

Now may we cry while kneeling before Thee
Lifting our hearts to the Father’s dread Throne,
Look on the Face of Christ, we implore Thee,
Spare our transgressions, our Sacrifice own.

Jesus, all hail! Redeemer most holy,
Thee we adore at Thy own Altar-Shrine;
Keep evermore our hearts pure and lowly,
Meet for Thy Presence, O Victim Divine.

Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.
Tune: TBD…
Meter: 10.10.10.10

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Through The Long Hidden Years

This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “The Early Christian’s First Eucharist.”

Through the long hidden years Thou hast sought me,
A child of expectance and tears;
Through the twilight of stars Thou hast brought me,
Through doubting and manifold fears.

True, the bright Paschal moon shone out clearly,
And songs of the feast filled the air,
But the Temple the ancients loved dearly,
Ah, something was still wanting there.

All its types and dim shadows but lead me
Where now, at Thy pure Altar-throne,
With Thyself, Bread of Life, Thou dost feed me,
And makest me one with Thy own.

O the beautiful stars are all paling,
The bright Paschal moon sails away,
All the types and dim shadows are failing
At break of this wonderful Day.

Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.
Tune: TBD…
Meter: 10.6.10.6

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Sweet Babe, To Thee Shall Prayer Be Made

This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “The Adorable Sacrifice.”

Sweet Babe, to Thee shall prayer be made,
To Thee the daily Vow be paid:
The House of bread, Thy place of rest,
Who once was hushed at Mary’s breast.

O mystery, to mortals shown,
God seeks for man an earthly throne:
The Word made Flesh before us lies,
Yet pleads in Heaven the Sacrifice.

Here priest and king Thy Presence greet,
A royal nation throngs Thy Feet;
Their treasures open as of old,
Give myrrh and frankincense and gold.

Jesu, Thou Bright and Morning Star,
Call to Thyself the isles from far,
The lands that have not heard Thy fame,
To them declare Thy glorious Name.

O Found of them who sought Thee not,
Thy Cross shall bless each desert spot
Where now to Thee the weary lands
Stretch out for gifts their eager hands.

In every place Thy Name make known,
Let incense shroud Thine Altar-throne,
The Pure Oblation rise to Thee,
And all the heathen bend the knee!

All hail, Thou blessed Prince of Peace,
Whose coming gives the bound release:
Sets all who dwell in darkness free,
And makes them sons of light in Thee.

Our gifts we bring, but Thou dost give
Thyself to us that we may live
And praise, with Heaven’s triumphant host,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.

Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.
Tune: TBD…
Meter: 88.88

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