b'Messenger Verse LibraryWe wish to express our sincere condolencesOh holy St. Anthony, gentlest of Saints, Sn Soa indc oeurerdCeoenpd aoplepnrecceisa tion for the trust you y t.u Arn lothveo nfoyrGod and charity for Hishave placed with us.creatures, made you worthy, when on earth, to possess miraculous powers. It is our purpose to provide you withMiracles waited on your word, which extraordinaryyou were ever ready to speak for those in thoughtful service during these days, and if introuble or anxiety.Oh gentle and loving doing so,St. Anthony, whose heart was ever full we have helped to lighten your burden, of human sympathy, whisper my petition our aim has been accomplished.into the ears of sweet infant Jesus, who S illary Quote 1loved to be folded in your arms; and the gratitude of my heart will ever be yours. It is not the mountains we conquer,SbiurtEodumrsuelnvdes H. - Sir Edmund HillaryWatch Thou, dear Lord, wti.t Ah uthgousset iwneh o wake, or watch, or weep tonight People do not decide and give Your angels charge Soir b Eedcommuen edx Htrialolarrdyin Qaruyo. te 2over those who sleep. tThey decide to accomplishTend your sick ones, extraordinary things.O Lord Christ, - Sir Edmund Hillaryrest Your weary ones, Spring Gardenpity Your dying ones, pity Your afflicted ones, So when I looked at those flowers,and all for Your love\'s sake! I was looking at God For they bloomed in His sun And grew in His sodOh St. Joseph, whose protection is so And each lovely flowerSrt.e Jaot,s seop hst rong, so prompt before the gWas a "voice from above"throne of God, I place in you all my That whispered a messageinterest and desires.Oh, St. Joseph do Of kindness and loveassist me by your powerful intercession, For I feel in my heart,and obtain for me from your divine And I know you do toofoster-son all spiritual blessings, through That God speaks to us all Jesus Christ, our Lord; so that, having Through the kind things we doengaged here below your heavenly And when I looked at those flowerspower, I may offer my thanksgiving and I couldn\'t help but feelhomage to the most loving of Fathers. That they brought heaven nearer And made God so real.Oh, St. Joseph, I never weary Helen Steiner Ricecontemplating you, and Jesus asleep in your arms.I dare not approach while He reposes near your heart.Press Him in my name and kiss His fine head for me and ask Him to return the kiss when Idraw my dying breath.St. Joseph, patron of departing souls, pray for us. Amen 2/3/2021 Page 45 of 60Back to Table of Contents'