Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian CenturiesHenry Coppée E. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 264 sider |
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... 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.
... 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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... fear ? Who bide His Presence , when He draweth near ? My soul , my soul , prepare To kneel before Him there ! Haste , -weep , -be reconciled to Him before The fearful judgment knocketh at the door , Where , in the Judge's eyes , All ...
... fear ? Who bide His Presence , when He draweth near ? My soul , my soul , prepare To kneel before Him there ! Haste , -weep , -be reconciled to Him before The fearful judgment knocketh at the door , Where , in the Judge's eyes , All ...
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... fear man's bosom rendeth , When from heaven the Judge descendeth , On Whose sentence all dependeth ! Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth , Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth , All before the Throne it bringeth ; Death is struck , and ...
... fear man's bosom rendeth , When from heaven the Judge descendeth , On Whose sentence all dependeth ! Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth , Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth , All before the Throne it bringeth ; Death is struck , and ...
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... fear hath glazed his eye , For , though loud billows roll , The Aurora of Eternity Is rising on his soul . ST . FRANCIS XAVIER . The glorious Saviour of his. ST . FRANCIS XAVIER . The first , a youth , with soul of fire. 100 SONGS OF ...
... fear hath glazed his eye , For , though loud billows roll , The Aurora of Eternity Is rising on his soul . ST . FRANCIS XAVIER . The glorious Saviour of his. ST . FRANCIS XAVIER . The first , a youth , with soul of fire. 100 SONGS OF ...
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... fears , By Thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness : By Thy victory in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power ; Jesus , look with pitying eye ; Hear our solemn litany . By Thine hour of dark despair , By Thine agony of prayer ...
... fears , By Thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness : By Thy victory in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power ; Jesus , look with pitying eye ; Hear our solemn litany . By Thine hour of dark despair , By Thine agony of prayer ...
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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.