Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian CenturiesHenry Coppée E. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 264 sider |
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... THOU WEARY ? GOD BLESSED FOREVER OH , WONDROUS MYSTERY THAT FEARFUL DAY ADAM'S COMPLAINT St. Stephen the Sabite . St. Cosmas St. Cosmas . St. Theodore of the Studium St. Theophanes . 3 TRANSFIGURATION O FAITHFUL CROSS St. Cosmas ...
... THOU WEARY ? GOD BLESSED FOREVER OH , WONDROUS MYSTERY THAT FEARFUL DAY ADAM'S COMPLAINT St. Stephen the Sabite . St. Cosmas St. Cosmas . St. Theodore of the Studium St. Theophanes . 3 TRANSFIGURATION O FAITHFUL CROSS St. Cosmas ...
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... THOU WEARY ? . Franklin 60 THAT FEARFUL DAY Turner 65 BURIAL OF THE DEAD Schmolze 74 BURIAL OF THE DEAD • Schmolze 76 DREAD FRAMER OF THE EARTH Schmolze 78 SUNDAY . Schmolze 80 PAUL AND SILAS Schuessele 84 SUNDAY MORNING . Schmolze 88 ...
... THOU WEARY ? . Franklin 60 THAT FEARFUL DAY Turner 65 BURIAL OF THE DEAD Schmolze 74 BURIAL OF THE DEAD • Schmolze 76 DREAD FRAMER OF THE EARTH Schmolze 78 SUNDAY . Schmolze 80 PAUL AND SILAS Schuessele 84 SUNDAY MORNING . Schmolze 88 ...
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... thou weary , art thou languid ? ” Safe home , safe home in port . " Some of them rise to an epic grandeur , as , for example , that of St. Joseph of the Studium , of which the first line is , - " Stars of the morning , so gloriously ...
... thou weary , art thou languid ? ” Safe home , safe home in port . " Some of them rise to an epic grandeur , as , for example , that of St. Joseph of the Studium , of which the first line is , - " Stars of the morning , so gloriously ...
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... Thou own , God of Sabaoth ! the nearest Thy throne ; These are Thy ministers , these dost Thou send , Help of the helpless ones ! man to defend . These keep the guard , amidst Salem's dear bowers : Thrones , Principalities , Virtues ...
... Thou own , God of Sabaoth ! the nearest Thy throne ; These are Thy ministers , these dost Thou send , Help of the helpless ones ! man to defend . These keep the guard , amidst Salem's dear bowers : Thrones , Principalities , Virtues ...
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... Thou my soul's preserver , O God ! for Thou dost know How many are the perils Through which I have to go : Lover of men , oh , hear my call , And guard and save me from them all ! ST . ANATOLIUS . " GOD OF GOD , LIGHT OF LIGHT , VERY ...
... Thou my soul's preserver , O God ! for Thou dost know How many are the perils Through which I have to go : Lover of men , oh , hear my call , And guard and save me from them all ! ST . ANATOLIUS . " GOD OF GOD , LIGHT OF LIGHT , VERY ...
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Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian Centuries Henry Coppée Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1866 |
Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian Centuries Henry Coppée Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1860 |
Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian Centuries Henry Coppée Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1866 |
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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 Dies Ira 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 Holy 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 storm SUNDAY sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art throne to-day Trisagion unto voice weary wondrous word worship
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Side 213 - From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's. isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Side 233 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Side 61 - Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my Guide ? " In His Feet and Hands are Wound-prints. And His Side.
Side 129 - 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...
Side 107 - 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.
Side 75 - Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought...
Side 259 - 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.
Side 95 - 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...
Side 165 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, play-mates of the mountain-storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds; Ye signs and wonders of the element! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!
Side 219 - 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.