Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian CenturiesHenry Coppée E. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - Всего страниц: 264 |
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... DEATH RESIGNATION . Longfellow 120 Coppée 121 Coppée . 123 Lyons 124 Anonymous 126 Trench 127 Longfellow 128 HAVE MERCY JERUSALEM THE GOD OF LOVE Trench 131 Breviary 132 Herbert 134 STABAT MATER DOLOROSA A WREATH Anonymous 136 Herbert ...
... DEATH RESIGNATION . Longfellow 120 Coppée 121 Coppée . 123 Lyons 124 Anonymous 126 Trench 127 Longfellow 128 HAVE MERCY JERUSALEM THE GOD OF LOVE Trench 131 Breviary 132 Herbert 134 STABAT MATER DOLOROSA A WREATH Anonymous 136 Herbert ...
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... death , paraphrasing the inimitable Scriptures , —worthy , indeed , to be read and pondered , but certainly not designed to be sung by Christians who stand up , at the bidding of the minister , to " continue the worship of Almighty God ...
... death , paraphrasing the inimitable Scriptures , —worthy , indeed , to be read and pondered , but certainly not designed to be sung by Christians who stand up , at the bidding of the minister , to " continue the worship of Almighty God ...
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... Death alone can cure , - What are they , but His jewels . Of right celestial worth ? What are they , but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth ? • STARS OF THE MORNING . O happy band of pilgrims 22 22 SONGS OF PRAISE .
... Death alone can cure , - What are they , but His jewels . Of right celestial worth ? What are they , but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth ? • STARS OF THE MORNING . O happy band of pilgrims 22 22 SONGS OF PRAISE .
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... of fear may be . O Jesu ! keep me in Thy sight And guard me through the coming night ! 25 And he , my wakeful tempter , Triumphantly shall cry. Lighten mine eyes , O Saviour , Or sleep in death shall I ; ST . ANDREW OF CRETE . 7.
... of fear may be . O Jesu ! keep me in Thy sight And guard me through the coming night ! 25 And he , my wakeful tempter , Triumphantly shall cry. Lighten mine eyes , O Saviour , Or sleep in death shall I ; ST . ANDREW OF CRETE . 7.
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... ! Come Thou to me : Soothe Thou my voyaging Over Life's sea ! Thou , when the storm of Death Roars , sweeping by , Whisper , O Truth of Truth ! - " Peace ! It is I ! " ST . ANATOLIUS . CHRISTMAS - TIDE . μέγα καὶ παράδοξον θαῦμα . A.
... ! Come Thou to me : Soothe Thou my voyaging Over Life's sea ! Thou , when the storm of Death Roars , sweeping by , Whisper , O Truth of Truth ! - " Peace ! It is I ! " ST . ANATOLIUS . CHRISTMAS - TIDE . μέγα καὶ παράδοξον θαῦμα . A.
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abide adore ADVENT SUNDAY ANDREW OF CRETE angels Art thou beautiful beloved sleep blessed blest breath Breviary bright brow Christ Christian Church cloud Cross crown dark dawn dear death deep didst dost doth dread earth earthly eternal eyes faithful Father fear feet flowers gaze giveth His beloved glorious gloriously bright glory God's golden grace grave hand happy hath Hear the soul-dirge heart heavenly HENRY COPPÉE hour JERUSALEM Jesus JOHN DAMASCENE JOHN KEBLE joy in Heaven KEBLE King Latin hymns light Lord mercy mighty MONT BLANC morning night o'er Pascha Passover peace poem praise prayer rise robes Rock of Ages sacred saints Saviour Schmolze Schuessele shining sight silent sinful sing skies smile song sorrow soul spirit star STEPHEN'S DAY storm SUNDAY sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art throne to-day Trisagion unto voice watch weary wondrous word worship
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Стр. 127 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead...
Стр. 104 - What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart, to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows ? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Стр. 147 - And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Стр. 73 - Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought...
Стр. 257 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Стр. 93 - All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng : The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene, The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. 3 There is the throne of David ; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast...
Стр. 144 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife — More plentiful than hope.
Стр. 217 - BLEST are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God ; The secret of the Lord is theirs ; Their soul is Christ's abode.
Стр. 59 - Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my Guide? " In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side.
Стр. 147 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.