Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian CenturiesHenry Coppée E. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 264 sider |
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... thought proper to prepare the book as a presentation - volume , by adorning the anthology of sacred poetry with the rare flowers of pictorial art . The result is this truly beautiful volume , —a Christmas chant to the new- born King in ...
... thought proper to prepare the book as a presentation - volume , by adorning the anthology of sacred poetry with the rare flowers of pictorial art . The result is this truly beautiful volume , —a Christmas chant to the new- born King in ...
Side 12
... thought himself honored in composing hymns , and the churchmen , from pope to deacon , were prolific of sacred poetry . Popes like Innocent III . , and bishops like Hilary of Poictiers , paid their tributes in beautiful verses ; and St ...
... thought himself honored in composing hymns , and the churchmen , from pope to deacon , were prolific of sacred poetry . Popes like Innocent III . , and bishops like Hilary of Poictiers , paid their tributes in beautiful verses ; and St ...
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... thought , and should avoid rhetorical brilliancy and the art of the schools . It is designed for the great heart of Christendom , and not for the cultivated and scholarly few . Thus it has happened that the best hymns have been produced ...
... thought , and should avoid rhetorical brilliancy and the art of the schools . It is designed for the great heart of Christendom , and not for the cultivated and scholarly few . Thus it has happened that the best hymns have been produced ...
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... thought in strictness read : Forgive , and save me then , O Thou that lovest men ! Thee , One in Three blest Persons ! Lord o'er all ! Essence of essence , Power of power , we call ! Save us , O Father , Son , And Spirit , ever one ! ST ...
... thought in strictness read : Forgive , and save me then , O Thou that lovest men ! Thee , One in Three blest Persons ! Lord o'er all ! Essence of essence , Power of power , we call ! Save us , O Father , Son , And Spirit , ever one ! ST ...
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... thought , to honor Thee . Thou Lord of chastity divine ! Grant us the grace to quell Those flames impure which , cherished here , Increase the flames of hell . Saviour , of Thy sweet clemency Wash Thou our sins away ; Grant us Thy peace ...
... thought , to honor Thee . Thou Lord of chastity divine ! Grant us the grace to quell Those flames impure which , cherished here , Increase the flames of hell . Saviour , of Thy sweet clemency Wash Thou our sins away ; Grant us Thy peace ...
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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
Populære avsnitt
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.