First series of hymns and songs for the use of Catholic schools and families, &c. [ed. by H. Formby].1853 |
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... Christ be praised ! " " Divine Grace , " " The Last Farewell , " come from the pen of the Rev. Father Caswall , and have never before been printed . They are taken from a manuscript volume of similar poems , and may justly become an ...
... Christ be praised ! " " Divine Grace , " " The Last Farewell , " come from the pen of the Rev. Father Caswall , and have never before been printed . They are taken from a manuscript volume of similar poems , and may justly become an ...
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... Christ be praised Morning hymn Mother of Mercy Star of Jacob St. Aloysius St. Anne , mother of B. V. M. .. St. Teresa .. The last farewell .. The Holy Angel Guardian .. The Holy Name of Jesus .. C. M. C. 42 Caswall . 44 Caswall . 11 ...
... Christ be praised Morning hymn Mother of Mercy Star of Jacob St. Aloysius St. Anne , mother of B. V. M. .. St. Teresa .. The last farewell .. The Holy Angel Guardian .. The Holy Name of Jesus .. C. M. C. 42 Caswall . 44 Caswall . 11 ...
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... Christ the Lord is ris'n to - day Come , my soul , and let us dwell Creator of the starry frame Dear saint , who on thy natal day Faith of our fathers , living still Faith of our fathers ( for Ireland ) Hail , holy Joseph , hail ...
... Christ the Lord is ris'n to - day Come , my soul , and let us dwell Creator of the starry frame Dear saint , who on thy natal day Faith of our fathers , living still Faith of our fathers ( for Ireland ) Hail , holy Joseph , hail ...
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... Christ - sweet lambs , At the very altar ye , With your fatal crowns and palms , Sport in your simplicity . Yet is Herod's wrath in vain , Though a thousand babes he slay ; Christ , amid a thousand slain , Is in safety borne away ...
... Christ - sweet lambs , At the very altar ye , With your fatal crowns and palms , Sport in your simplicity . Yet is Herod's wrath in vain , Though a thousand babes he slay ; Christ , amid a thousand slain , Is in safety borne away ...
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... Christ the Lord is ris'n on high , Now he lives no more to die . Christ , the Victim undefil'd , Man to God hath reconcil'd ; Whilst in strange and awful strife Met together Death and Life . Christians , on this happy day Haste with joy ...
... Christ the Lord is ris'n on high , Now he lives no more to die . Christ , the Victim undefil'd , Man to God hath reconcil'd ; Whilst in strange and awful strife Met together Death and Life . Christians , on this happy day Haste with joy ...
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ador'd amid Angelus Bells B. V. Mary babe is dead Babe of Bethlehem baby boy Bell blest blood bloom breast bright cherub band Child of Mary Chorus Christ be prais'd Cuckoo dear death divine earth eternal eyes fair Faith fathers fear Feast feet filii et filiæ flesh flowers fly away home Galilee gentle giv'n Hail hark hast hath hear our cry Hear the loving heart holy Joseph Hymn infant Jesus Jesus walking John Barleycorn King of glory Lady-bird Lamb lily little children lives Lord is ris'n Lord of light loving Litany Mary's mercy morning night o'er Old King Cole poor praise prayer pure reign Saint Sanctus Bell Saviour senses fail seraph shew shifting sail sing to thee sinless Sister M. J. skies snowy white song soul spotless Teach thine Thou'rt throne thy children thy sweet voice words
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Сторінка 23 - She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break...
Сторінка 15 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray.
Сторінка 23 - Heal our wounds ; our strength renew ; On our dryness pour thy dew ; Wash the stains of guilt away. Bend the stubborn heart and will ; Melt the frozen, warm the chill; Guide the steps that go astray.
Сторінка 18 - Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind!
Сторінка 22 - Wandering o'er the heathy fells, Down within the woodland dells ; All among the mountains wild Dwelleth many a little child ! In the baron's hall of pride, By the poor man's dull fireside ; 'Mid the mighty, 'mid the mean, Little children may be seen, Like the flowers that spring up fair, Bright and countless, everywhere!
Сторінка 23 - The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept — and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet !" — When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Сторінка 18 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show, The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know.
Сторінка 17 - Wasp his companion did bring, But they promised that evening to lay by their sting. And the sly little Dormouse crept out of his hole, And led to the feast his blind brother the Mole; And the Snail, with his horns peeping out from his shell, Came from a great distance — the length of an ell. A mushroom their table, and on it was laid A water-dock leaf, which a table-cloth made ; The viands were various, to each of their taste, And the Bee brought his honey to crown the repast.
Сторінка 50 - Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.
Сторінка 17 - And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back ; And there was the Gnat, and the Dragon-fly too ; With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.