Te Joseph - Hymn

Let Angels chant thy praise, pure spouse of purest Bride,
While Christendom’s sweet choirs the gladsome strains repeat,
To tell thy wondrous fame, to raise the pealing hymn,
Wherewith we all they glory greet.
When doubts and bitter fears thy heavy heart oppressed,
And filled thy righteous soul with sorrow and dismay,
An Angel quickly came, the wondrous secret told,
And drove thy anxious griefs away.
Thy arms thy new-born Lord, with tender joy embrace;
Him then to Egypt’s Land thy watchful care doth bring;
Him in the Temple’s courts once lost thou dost regain,
And ‘mid thy tears dost greet thy King.
Not till death’s pangs are o’er do others gain their crown,
But, Joseph, unto thee the blessed lot was given
While life did yet endure, thy God to see and know,
As do the Saints above in heaven.
Grant us, great Trinity, for Joseph’s holy sake,
In highest bliss and love, above the stars to reign,
That we in joy with him may praise our loving God,
And sing our glad eternal strain.
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Gregorian chant.

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Lovely as usual ❤