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May Wisdom’s Queen come teach us her true heart
That Holy Spirit we, too, may receive
And ponder in our hearts what He imparts
As with her heart we in her Son believe

May Wisdom in us, as in her, then grow,
While springs of truth well up from her Son’s life
And insight from our hearts to our minds flows—
Its darkness now dispelled by Wisdom’s light.

May Wisdom heart and mind together kit
As contemplation makes us with her one
Who with her Son as Wisdom’s Queen now sits
And lets us Father see with eyes of Son.

May Wisdom’s Queen help us to understand
As in Christ’s Church with her we take our stand.

August 22, Memorial of the Queenship of the Blessed Virgin Mary

𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝,
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐭.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭
𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲;
𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐢’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:
𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝
𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.
𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝;
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

𝐎𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞;
𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞;
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧;
𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥
𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞
𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞
𝐀𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝
𝐀𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬
𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞—
𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞—
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟
𝐀𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞,
𝐓𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡’𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤
𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, “𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭,
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞.”
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞,
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫.
𝐎 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬, 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞.

𝘼 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡’𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨,
𝘼𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣’𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩—
𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠.

𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚
𝙊𝙛 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙤𝙣,
𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚,
𝙅𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚?

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙,
𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙃𝙞𝙢
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡–
𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙢.

𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 “𝙮𝙚𝙨;”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙,
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨;
𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙮 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮.

𝐎, 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞,
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝–

𝐀 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐦
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦’𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦—
𝐍𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐧.

𝐎, 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲
𝐀 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥.

𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰
𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐰
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞.

𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,
𝐆𝐨𝐝’𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞;
𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞—
𝐁𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫
𝐀𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫—
𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝.

Feast of St. Joseph
Patron and protector of the Church
and of families

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞,
𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞;
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭-𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞
𝐀𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞
𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞;
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞
𝐀𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞;
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞
𝐀𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞.
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞.

We see Your land stretched out before,
A land where milk and honey flow,
And long for what You have in store
For those in hearts Your virtues know.

Those virtues come from truth You give
That ever lasts through all of time
Where milk and honey always live;
To earth they come from heaven’s clime.

Eternity is present here
In time but also is beyond,
And we are called to see it there–
Together earth with heaven bonds.

From here to there transition comes
Through Jesus’ death and risen life
Where milk and honey now become
His Body, Blood, His heaven’s light.

We eat His Body, drink His Blood;
His honey, milk, from Promised Land
Were present where First Adam stood–
Again made present by His hand. 

My fortress is in ruins within;
     Its keep is in Your hands:
Within You have destroyed my sin
     And conquered with Your band.

Your band of angels, saints have won,
     And now my life’s Your own.
Redeemed I am by only Son;
     With good seeds I am sown.

I see those seeds will virtues grow
     To guide me in new life,
Expanding truth I now can know,
     Freed from my inner strife.

Now I can look at saints above
     Who to me here have come
And bring to me undying love
     As I myself become.

And when I’m lowered in the grave,
     I will arise with You;
For You have come to all us save
     To make each one anew. 

The Morning Star arises in our hearts
When Advent comes and Christ our Lord draws near,
And He begins with dawn to each impart
His faith and courage to face every fear.

Apostles are for us His shining light
Who saw Him face-to-face when He arose
To leave in grave for us our sinful night,
And we in Him will find our new repose.

For our hearts in life’s storms will steady be
When rest in storms we always find in Him;
His “Peace, be still” will others in us see
And know that He desires the same for them.

His Morning Star will herald our new day
To show within us we can know His way.