A hymnal, for use in the services of the Church [ed.] by J.B. Trend. [2 issues].John Bowden Trend Rivingtons, 1862 - 165 стор. |
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Alleluia Almighty Amen Angel-host Angels Augustine's College behold bless Blest Blood breath bright CHRIST Church Circumcision of Christ Crown dear death didst divine doth dwell earthly Emmanuel Is born Epiphany eternal everlasting Evermore and evermore faithful FATHER Feet flesh Fount give glad glorious GOD the FATHER GODHEAD Grace grave guilty hath heart heavenly herald Angels sing HOLY GHOST HOLY SPIRIT Hymns Introit JESUS lives joyful King Lamb let us adore Light of lights LORD lowly Martyrs Maundy Thursday Mercies still endure mighty morning mortal nigh o'er pain Passion Sunday peace Power praise to Thee pray prayer pure ransom redeem reign Rejoice rest rise sacred Saints salvation SAVIOUR Septuagesima shine sight sing sinners sins skies sleep song sorrow soul SPIRIT starry Stephen's Day Sunday sweet tears Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy Love Thy Majesty Thy Name TRINITY triumph unto Virgin-born Virgin's womb voices wondrous
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Сторінка 110 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.
Сторінка 69 - HOLY, Holy, Holy ! LORD GOD Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee...
Сторінка 61 - Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Сторінка 114 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Сторінка 115 - When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest...
Сторінка 107 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 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.
Сторінка 114 - Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Сторінка 25 - What are they but His jewels Of right celestial worth ? What are they but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth...
Сторінка 160 - With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh, I know not, What joys await us there ! What radiancy of glory! What bliss beyond compare...
Сторінка 134 - While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-strings break in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne: Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.