Hymns to St. Anthony
- Run with Hearts on Fire (English version of Correte Come Matti)
- Hymn St. Anthony Zaccaria by Fr. Luciano M. Visconti, CRSP
- Correte Come Matti - Run Like Madmen by Marco Brusati, M. Labellate, M. Versaci
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RUN WITH HEARTS ON FIRE
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The Lyrics of the Hymn to St. Anthony Zaccaria
Saint Anthony Mary, O model of virtues
Our glorious Protector, our homage accept.
As we celebrate you, in heavenly glory,
Our oath of allegiance to you we renew.
Our oath of allegiance to you we renew.
As standard you lifted, the Cross of salvation,
The faithful inviting to fight and to win:
To banish lukewarmness, the worst foe of Christians,
The Church making perfect, rejoicing in Christ.
The Church making perfect, rejoicing in Christ.
The Eucharist preaching, you lover of Jesus,
The means of perfection to souls back you gave.
Will you be more faithful to Christian perfection?
You told them: come, share in the breaking of bread.
You told them: come, share in the breaking of bread.
You took as a pattern Saint Paul, the Apostle,
The Doctor of Nations you followed and loved.
We also your children, with love and in study
Do promise to follow exemplar so great.
Do promise to follow exemplar so great.
Remember O Father, Saint Anthony Mary,
Your family grateful here kneeling in prayer.
Present as your children, to God of all Mercy;
May ever you lead us to heaven above.
May ever you lead us to heaven above.
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Correte Come Matti
Italian
Era giovane era ricco sai,
Ma questo non bastava
Alla sua vita. Nel Vangelo che leggeva lui Il senso ritrovava Alla sua vita. E poi un giorno con sua madre Lui parlò Con lei comprese Che esser perfetto e stare dietro Gesù Cristo fin lassù Sulla sua croce Dietro una voce La sua voce.
A Cremona e a Milano poi
A tutti raccontava Il Suo vangelo E ogni cuore tiepido con lui Di fuoco diventava La fede cresceva. E poi un giorno lui san Paolo Incontrò Cosi comprese Che esser perfetto è diventare un solo Spirito con Dio Con la sua croce Qui nel cuore mio. SI CORRETE COME MATTI
Sono giovane e anche ricco sai
Ma questo non mi basta Per la mia vita. E nel Vangelo che leggeva lui Voglio ritrovare Senso alla vita Cosi un giorno con gli amici Proverò Anche a capire Che essere perfetto è diventare un solo Spirito con Dio Con la sua croce
Qui nel cuore mio.
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Run Like Madmen
(English trnaslation)
He was young and rich you know Then in Cremona and in Milan
he proclaimed His Gospel
to everyone
And every tepid heart with him Was inflamed greatly the faith grew Then one day St. Paul he encountered thus he then understood That to be perfect Is to become one Spirit with God with His cross Here in my heart. Refrain: YES, YOU RUN LIKE MADMEN
AND, GO TOWARD GOD,
TOWARD OTHERS JUTS LIKE ME AND YOU HAVE TO BE REAL AND GREAT SAINTS
GOING TOWARD GOD,
TOWARD OTHERS BE SAINTS TOGETHER WITH ME I am young and also rich you know Coda: (Yes, you run like madmen)
And you have to be real and great saints
Going toward God Toward others Together with me...
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