Those holy souls, they suffer on, |
| Resign'd in heart and
will, |
| Until Thy high behest is done, |
| And justice has its fill. |
| For daily falls, for pardon'd crime, |
| They joy to undergo |
| The shadow of Thy cross sublime, |
| The remnant of Thy woe. |
Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made, |
| The souls to Thee so
dear, |
| In prison for the debt unpaid |
| Of sins committed here.
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Oh, by their patience of delay, |
| Their hope amid their
pain, |
| Their sacred zeal to burn away |
| Disfigurement and stain; |
| Oh, by their fire of love, not less |
| In keenness than the
flame, |
| Oh, by their very helplessness, |
| Oh, by Thy own great
Name, |
Good Jesu, help! sweet Jesu, aid |
| The souls to Thee most
dear, |
| In prison for the debt unpaid |
| Of sins committed here. |
The Oratory.
1857. |