Help, Lord, the Souls which Thou hast made

The Faithful departed
Cardinal Newman
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante

1.
Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made,
The souls to Thee so dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid,
Of sins committed here.

2.
These holy souls, they suffer on
Resigned in heart and will,
Until The high behest is done,
And justice has its fill.

3.
For daily falls, for pardoned crime
They joy to undergo
The shadow of Thy Cross sublime,
The remnant of Thy woe.

4.
Oh, by their patience of delay,
Their hope amid their pain,
Their sacred zeal to burn away
Disfigurement and stain.

5.
Oh, by their fire of love, not less
In keenness than in flame,
Oh, by their very helplessness,
Oh, by Thy own great Name.

6.
Good Jesus, help! Sweet Jesus, aid
The souls to Thee most dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid
Of sins committed here.

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