Baltimore Catechism No. 1 (of 4) by Anonymous (detective books to read .txt) 📖

If there is something you don't know how to tell, just say, "Please help me, Father," and the priest will help you. After you have told all your sins, say what you have been taught to say. Or you may say:

That is all, Father.

In case you have no big sins to confess, it is well to end your confession with: "In my past life I sinned through anger or impurity" (or some sin that you know you did and that you are sorry for).

The priest tells you what prayers to say for a penance. Then he tells you to say the Act of Contrition. When you come out, kneel down near the altar. Say your penance at once. Then thank God for being so good to you.

COMMUNION PRAYERS ACTS BEFORE COMMUNION Act of Faith. Jesus Christ, my Sovereign Lord, I firmly believe that Thou art really present in the Holy Eucharist, and that it is Thy body, Thy blood, Thy soul, and Thy divinity that I shall receive in that Adorable Sacrament. Act of Hope. Thou hast said, O my God, that those hoping in Thee shall never be confounded. I place all my confidence in Thy promises, and I hope that, having nourished myself with Thy body on earth, I shall have the happiness of seeing and possessing Thee eternally in heaven. Act of Love. O my divine Jesus, Who hast so loved me as to nourish me with Thy adorable flesh, I love Thee with all my heart and above all things; I wish to live and die in Thy holy love. Act of Humility. My Saviour and my God, Thou art all sanctity. I am not worthy that Thou shouldst enter my heart; yet, speak but the word and my soul shall be healed. Act of Desire. My soul desires Thee, O my God! Thou art its joy and happiness. Come, O divine Jesus, come into my heart; it desires ardently to receive Thee. ACTS AFTER COMMUNION Act of Adoration. I adore Thee, O Jesus, as the Lamb of God immolated for the salvation of mankind. I join in the profound adoration which the angels and saints pay to Thee in heaven. Act of Thanksgiving. Lord, Thou hast looked on my unworthiness. I was sick, and Thou hast healed me. I was poor, and Thou hast bestowed upon me Thy numberless benefits. How shall I be able to thank Thee, O my Lord, for all Thy favors? I will invoke Thy holy name, and eternally sing Thy mercies. Act of Offering. What can I offer Thee, O my God, for the grace of having given Thyself to me? I consecrate to Thy glory my body, my soul, and all that I possess! Dispose of me according to Thy holy will. Act of Petition. My divine Redeemer, Thou hast taken possession of me. Do not let the enemy of my salvation ravish the precious treasure I bear in my heart. Preserve me from all sin, and defend me against temptation, that I may persevere until death in the practice of Thy holy law. Amen. THE ROSARY OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN

THE FIVE JOYFUL MYSTERIES
(Assigned for Mondays and Thursdays throughout the year, the Sundays of
Advent, and after Epiphany until Lent.)

First Mystery. The Annunciation.
Second Mystery. The Visitation.
Third Mystery. The Nativity.
Fourth Mystery. The Presentation.
Fifth Mystery. The Finding of the Child Jesus in the Temple.

THE FIVE SORROWFUL MYSTERIES
(For Tuesdays and Fridays throughout the year, and Sundays in Lent.)

First Mystery. The Prayer and Bloody Sweat of our blessed Saviour in the
Garden.
Second Mystery. The Scourging of Jesus at the Pillar.
Third Mystery. The Crowning of Jesus with Thorns.
Fourth Mystery. Jesus Carrying His Cross.
Fifth Mystery. The Crucifixion.

THE FIVE GLORIOUS MYSTERIES
(For Wednesdays and Saturdays throughout the year, and Sundays after
Easter until after Advent.)

First Mystery. The Resurrection.
Second Mystery. The Ascension.
Third Mystery. The Descent of the Holy Ghost.
Fourth Mystery. The Assumption.
Fifth Mystery. The Crowning of the Blessed Virgin.

THE STATIONS OF THE CROSS

A plenary indulgence can be gained each time one makes the Stations, subject to the usual conditions.

To make the Stations and gain the indulgences, no special prayer is required. We have but to begin at the first Station and go around to the last, thinking devoutly of the Passion and Death of Christ.

HYMNS

Come, Holy Ghost, Creator Blest

1. Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest,
And in our hearts take up Thy rest;
Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid
|| To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. ||

2. O Comforter, to Thee we cry,
Thou heavenly Gift of God most high,
Thou Fount of life and Fire of love,
|| And sweet Anointing from above. ||

3. Praise we the Father and the Son,
And Holy Spirit with them One;
And may the Son on us bestow
|| The gifts that from the Spirit flow. ||

O Salutaris

1. O Salutaris Hostia!
  Quae coeli pandis ostium:
Bella premunt hostilia,
  Da robur, fer auxilium.

2. Uni trinoque Domino
  Sit sempiterna gloria,
Qui vitam sine termino
  Nobis donet in Patria. Amen.

Tantum Ergo

1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum
  Veneremur cernui;
Et antiquum documentum
  Novo cedat ritui;
Praestet fides supplementum
  Sensuum defectui.

2. Genitori, Genitoque
  Laus et jubilatio,
Salus, honor, virtus quoque
  Sit et benedictio;
Procedenti ab utroque
  Compar sit laudatio. Amen.

V. Panem de coelo praestitisti eis,
R. Omne delectamentum in se habentem.

Adeste Fideles

1. Adeste, fideles,
Laeti triumphantes;
Venite, venite in Bethlehem;
Natum videte
Regem Angelorum,
Venite, adoremus,
Venite, adoremus,
Venite, adoremus Dominum.

2. Deum de Deo,
Lumen de lumine,
Gestant puellae viscera;
Deum verum,
Genitum non factum,
Venite, etc.

3. Cantet nunc Io!
Chorus Angelorum;
Cantet nunc aula coelestium.
Gloria
In excelsis Deo,
Venite, etc.

4. Ergo, qui natus
Die hodierna,
Jesu! tibi sit gloria,
Patris aeterni
Verbum caro factum,
Venite, etc.

Jesus, My Lord, My God
(REV. F. W. FABER)

1. Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all!
  How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift,
  So far surpassing hope or thought?

CHORUS.—Sweet Sacrament! we Thee adore,
Oh, make us love Thee more and more,
Oh, make us love Thee more and more.

2. Had I but Mary's sinless heart
  To love Thee with, my dearest King,
Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise
  Thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing!

To Jesus' Heart All Burning
(REV. A. J. CHRISTIE, S.J.)

1. To Jesus' Heart, all burning
  With fervent love for men,
My heart with fondest yearning
  Shall raise the joyful strain.

CHORUS.—While ages course along,
Blest be with loudest song
|| The Sacred Heart of Jesus
By every heart and tongued. ||

2. O Heart for me on fire
  With love no man can speak,
My yet untold desire
  God gives me for Thy sake.

3. Too true I have forsaken
  Thy flock by wilful sin;
Yet now let me be taken
  Back to Thy fold again.

Jesus, Gentlest Saviour
(REV. F. W. FABER)

1. Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
  God of might and power;
Thou Thyself art dwelling
  In us at this hour.
Nature cannot hold Thee,
  Heav'n is all too strait
For Thine endless glory,
  And Thy royal state.

2. Out beyond the shining
  Of the farthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
  Infinitely far.
Yet the hearts of children
  Hold what worlds cannot,
And the God of wonders
  Loves the lowly spot.

Jesus! Saviour of My Soul

1. Jesus! Saviour of my soul,
  Let me to Thy refuge fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
  While the tempest still is nigh.

CHORUS.—Hide me, O my Saviour, hide
  Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into Thy haven guide,
  O receive my soul at last.
Jesus! Saviour of my soul,
  Let me to Thy refuge fly;
Ave, Ave, Jesus mild,
  Deign to hear Thy lowly child.

2. Other refuge have I none,
  Hangs my helpless soul on Thee,
Leave, oh, leave me not alone,
  Still support and strengthen me.

Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee
(REV. E. CASWALL)

1. Jesus, the very thought of Thee
  With rapture fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy Face to see,
  And in Thy presence rest.

2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
  Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
  O Saviour of mankind!

3. Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
  As Thou our prize wilt be;
O Jesus, be our glory now
  And through eternity.

What Happiness Can Equal Mine?
(REV. F. W. FABER)

1. What happiness can equal mine?
  I've found the object of my love:
My Jesus dear, my King Divine,
  Is come to me from heav'n above;
He chose my heart for His abode,
  He there becomes my daily bread;
There on me flows His healing blood;
  There with His flesh my soul is fed.

CHORUS.—What happiness can equal mine?
  I've found the object of my love:
My Jesus dear, my King Divine,
  Is come to me from heav'n above.

2. I am my love's, and He is mine:
  In me He dwells, in Him I live;
What greater treasures could I find?
  And could, ye heavens, a greater give?
O sacred banquet, heav'nly feast!
  O overflowing source of grace,
Where God the food, and man, the guest,
  Meet and unite in sweet embrace!

The Love of Jesus

1. O the priceless love of Jesus:
  O the strength of grace divine;
All His gifts are showered upon me,
  All His blessings may be mine.
He is throned in Heavenly glory
  Where no sin nor death can be;
Yet He loves me in this darkness,
  Yet He does not turn from me.

2. I am blind, and poor, and wretched,
  By temptations sorely tried;
Yet His watchful care abounding
  Keeps me ever at His side.
He is God and King Eternal,
  Higher than all height can be;
Yet His Heart is with me always,
  Yet He stoopeth down to me.

Holy God, We Praise Thy Name
(REV. C. WALWORTH)

1. Holy God, we praise Thy name,
  Lord of all, we bow before Thee!
All on earth Thy sceptre claim,
  All in heav'n above adore Thee.
|| Infinite Thy vast domain,
Everlasting is Thy name. ||

2. Hark! the loud celestial hymn,
  Angel choirs above are raising!
Cherubim and Seraphim,
  In unceasing chorus praising.
|| Fill the heavens with sweet accord;
  Holy! Holy! Holy Lord. ||

Hail, Heavenly Queen!

1. Hail, heavenly Queen! Hail, foamy ocean star!
O be our guide, diffuse thy beams afar;
Hail, Mother of God! above all virgins blest,
Hail, happy gate of heav'n's eternal rest.

CHORUS.—Hail foamy ocean star! Hail, heav'nly Queen!
|| O be our guide to endless joys unseen. ||

2. "Hail, full of grace," with Gabriel we repeat;
Thee, Queen of heav'n, from him we learn to greet;
Then give us peace which heav'n alone can give,
And dead thro' Eve, thro' Mary let us live.

Mother Dear, Oh, Pray for Me

1. Mother dear, oh, pray for me,
  Whilst far from heav'n and thee
I wander in a fragile bark,
  O'er life's tempestuous sea;
O Virgin Mother, from thy throne,
  So bright in bliss above,
Protect thy child and cheer my path,
  With thy sweet smile of love.

CHORUS.—Mother dear, remember me,
  And never cease thy care,
Till in heaven eternally
  Thy love and bliss I share.

2. Mother dear, oh, pray for me,
  Should pleasure's siren lay
E'er tempt thy child to wander far
  From virtue's path away;
When thorns beset life's devious way,
  And darkling waters flow,
Then, Mary, aid thy weeping child,
  Thyself a mother show.

Ora Pro Me

1. Ave Maria! bright and pure,
  Hear, O hear me when I pray,
Pains and pleasures try the pilgrim
  On his long and dreary way.
Fears and perils are around me,
Ave Maria! bright and pure,
  Ore pro me, ora pro me.

2. Ave Maria! Queen of Heaven,
  Teach, O teach me to obey,
Lead me on, tho' fierce temptations
  Stand and meet me in the way.
When I fail and faint, my Mother,
Ave Maria! bright and pure,
  Ora pro me, ora pro me.

I'll Sing a Hymn to Mary
(REV. FR. WYSE)

I'll sing a hymn to Mary,
  The Mother of my God,
The Virgin of all Virgins,
  Of David's royal blood.
Oh, teach me, holy Mary
  A loving song to frame,
When wicked men blaspheme thee
  To love and bless thy name.

When troubles dark afflict me
  In sorrow and in care,
Thy light doth ever guide me
  O beauteous Morning Star.
Lo, I'll be ever ready
  Thy goodly help to claim,
When wicked men blaspheme thee
  I'll love and bless thy name.

Daily, Daily Sing to Mary

1. Daily, daily sing to Mary
  Sing, my soul, her praises due;
All her feasts, her actions worship,
  With the heart's devotion true.
Lost in wond'ring contemplation,
  Be her majesty confess'd;
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
  Happy Mother, Virgin blest.

2. She is mighty to deliver;
  Call her, trust her lovingly;
When the tempest rages round thee,
  She will calm the troubled sea.
Gifts of heaven she has given,
  Noble Lady, to our race;
She the Queen who decks her subject,
  With the light of