Hymn for the Holy Souls (by John Henry Cardinal Newman in 1857)

Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made,

The souls to Thee so dear,

In prison for the debt unpaid

Of sins committed here.

Those holy souls, they suffer on,

Resigned in heart and will,

Until Thy high behest is done,

And justice has its fill.

For daily falls, for pardoned crime,

They joy to undergo

The shadow of Thy cross sublime,

The remnant of Thy woe.

Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made,

The souls to Thee so dear,

In prison for the debt unpaid

Of sins committed here.

Oh, by their patience of delay,

Their hope amid their pain,

Their sacred zeal to burn away

Disfigurement and stain;

Oh, by their fire of love, not less

In keenness than the flame,

Oh, by their very helplessness,

Oh, by Thy own great Name,

Good Jesus, help! sweet Jesus, aid

The souls to Thee most dear,

In prison for the debt unpaid

Of sins committed here.