ASCENSION
O Thou pure light of souls that love
Salutis humanae Sator
Translated by Father Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. By N. A. M.

Moderato assai

1.
O Thou pure light of souls that love,
True joy of ev'ry human breast,
Sower of life's immortal seed,
Our Maker, and Redeemer blest!

2.
What wonderous pity Thee o'ercame
To make our guilty load Thine own,
And sinless suffer death and shame,
For our transgressions to atone!

3.
Thou, bursting Hades open wide,
Didst all the captive souls unchain;
And thence to Thy dread Father's side
With glorious pomp ascend again.

4.
O still may pity Thee compel
To heal the wounds of which we die;
And take me in Thy light to dwell,
Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh.

5.
Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal;
Be thou our pathway to the skies;
Our joy when sorrow fills our soul;
In death our everlasting prize.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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