Saint Bernard’s Song (MCM)

Series: Trinitytide

August 20, 2018
Fr. Vaughn Treco

180820 - Homily - Saint Bernard’s Song (MCM)

Episode Notes

Homily - Saint Bernard’s Song (MCM)

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

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Savior of mankind!

O Hope of every contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah, this! Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones know.

O Jesus! light of all below! Thou fount of life and fire! Surpassing all the joys we know, And all we can desire.

No other source have we but Thee, Soul-thirst to satisfy. Exhaustless spring! the waters free! All other streams are dry.

Jesus, our only Joy be Thou, As Thou our Prize wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, And through eternity.


DEAREST FRIENDS:

  • Into the darkness that clung over Holy Mother Church...
  • Our Lord Jesus Christ dispatched the Song that is Saint Bernard of Clairvaux.
  • O, dear Lord, have mercy on your Holy Bride again...
  • And, dispatch to us another such Song!


Saint Bernard of Clairvaux: Pray for us!

Lord Jesus Christ: Have mercy on us!


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Jesus, the very thought of Thee: An Alternative Translation and Arrangement

1 Jesu! - the very thought is sweet! In that dear name all heart-joys meet; But sweeter than the honey far / The glimpses of his presence are.

2 No word is sung more sweet than this: No name is heard more full of bliss: No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh, Than Jesus, Son of God most high.

3 Jesus, the hope of souls forlorn! How good to them for sin that that mourn! To them that seek thee, O how kind! But what art thou to them that find?

4 Jesu, thou sweetness, pure and blest, / Truth’s fountain, Light of souls distrest, / Surpassing all that heart requires, / Exceeding all that soul desires!

5 No tongue of mortal can express, / No letters write its blessedness: Alone who hath thee in his heart / Knows, love of Jesus, what thou art.

6 I seek for Jesus in repose, / When round my heart its chambers close; Abroad, and when I shut the door, / I long for Jesus evermore.

7 With Mary in the morning gloom / I seek for Jesus at the tomb; For him with love's most earnest cry, / I seek with heart and not with eye.

8 Jesus, to God the Father gone, / Is seated on the heavenly throne; My heart hath also passed from me, / That where he is there it may be.

9 We follow Jesus now, and raise / The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise, / That He at last may make us meet / With him to gain the heavenly seat. Amen.


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