Quicumque sanus vivere

To all, who would holily live,
To all, who would happily die,
St. Joseph is ready to give
Sure guidance, and help from on high.

Of Mary the Spouse undefil’d,
Just, holy, and pure of all stain,
He asks of his own Foster Child;
And needs but to ask to obtain.

To all, who would holily live,
To all, who would happily die,
St. Joseph is ready to give
Sure guidance, and help from on high.

In the manger that Child he ador’d,
And nurs’d Him in exile and flight;
Him, lost in his boyhood, deplor’d;
And found with amaze and delight.

The Maker of Heaven and Earth
By the labour of Joseph was fed;
The Son by an infinite birth
Submissive to Joseph was made.

And when his last hour drew nigh,
Oh, full of all joy was his breast;
Seeing Jesus and Mary close by,
As he tranquilly slumber’d to rest.

All praise to the Father above;
All praise to his glorious Son;
All praise to the Spirit of love;
While the days of eternity run.