Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian CenturiesHenry Coppée E. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 264 sider |
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... keep the guard , amidst Salem's dear bowers : Thrones , Principalities , Virtues , and Powers : Where with the Living Ones , mystical Four , Cherubim , Seraphim , bow and adore . " Who like the Lord ? " thunders Michael , the Chief ...
... keep the guard , amidst Salem's dear bowers : Thrones , Principalities , Virtues , and Powers : Where with the Living Ones , mystical Four , Cherubim , Seraphim , bow and adore . " Who like the Lord ? " thunders Michael , the Chief ...
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... keep me in Thy sight And save me through the coming night ! The joys of day are over : I lift my heart to Thee , And call on Thee , that sinless The hours of sin may be . EVENING HYMN . O Jesu ! make their darkness light 24 SONGS OF ...
... keep me in Thy sight And save me through the coming night ! The joys of day are over : I lift my heart to Thee , And call on Thee , that sinless The hours of sin may be . EVENING HYMN . O Jesu ! make their darkness light 24 SONGS OF ...
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... The hours 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.
... The hours 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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... keep triumph , And all that is therein : Invisible and visible , Their notes let all things blend ; For Christ the Lord hath risen , - Our Joy that hath no end . ST . JOHN DAMASCENE . STAND ON THY WATCH - TOWER . ἐπὶ τῆς θέιας φυλακῆς ...
... keep triumph , And all that is therein : Invisible and visible , Their notes let all things blend ; For Christ the Lord hath risen , - Our Joy that hath no end . ST . JOHN DAMASCENE . STAND ON THY WATCH - TOWER . ἐπὶ τῆς θέιας φυλακῆς ...
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... the vanquished grave . We keep the festal of the death of death ; Of hell o'erthrown ; the first - fruits , pure and bright , JERUSALEM . 45 Of life eternal ; and , with 44 SONGS OF PRAISE . THE FURNACE St John Damascene.
... the vanquished grave . We keep the festal of the death of death ; Of hell o'erthrown ; the first - fruits , pure and bright , JERUSALEM . 45 Of life eternal ; and , with 44 SONGS OF PRAISE . THE FURNACE St John Damascene.
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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.