Hail, Jesus, hail!
(Viva! Viva! Gesu)

From the Italian by Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani

Con Spirito

1.
Hail, Jesus, hail! Who for my sake
Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take,
And shed it all for me;
Oh, blessed by my Saviour's Blood,
My life, my light, my only good,
To all eternity,
To all eternity.

2.
To endless ages let us praise
The Precious Blood, whose price could raise
The world from wrath and sin;
Whose streams our inward thirst appease,
And heal the sinner's worst disease,
If he but bathe therein,
If he but bathe therein.

3.
Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells
Of Christ's own Sacred Blood,
Excels Earth's best and highest bliss:
Oh ministers of wrath divine
Hurt not the happy hearts that shine
With those red drops of His,
With those red drops of His.

4.
Ah! There is joy amid the saints,
And hell's despairing courage faints
When this sweet song we raise:
Oh louder then, and louder still,
Earth with one mighty chorus fill,
The Precious Blood to praise,
The Precious Blood to praise.

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