Joseph, pure Spouse of that immortal Bride
Who shines in ever-virgin glory bright,
Through all the Christian climes thy praise be sung,
Through all the realms of light.
Thee, when amazed concern for thy betrothed
Had filled thy righteous spirit with dismay,
An angel visited, and, with blest words,
Scattered thy fears away.
Thine arms embraced thy Maker newly born;
With Him to Egypt's desert didst thou flee;
Him in Jerusalem didst seek and find;
Oh grief, oh joy for thee!
Not until after death their blissful crown
Others obtain; but unto thee was given
In thine own lifetime to enjoy thy God,
As do the blest in heaven.
Grant us, great Trinity, for Joseph's sake,
Unto the starry mansions to attain;
There, with glad tongues, Thy praise to celebrate
In one eternal strain. Amen.
(Found in my missal with the Mass for the Feast of Saint Joseph)
(Found in my missal with the Mass for the Feast of Saint Joseph)
