Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian CenturiesHenry Coppée |
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abide adore ADVENT SUNDAY ANATOLIUS ANDREW OF CRETE angels Art thou ART THOU WEARY beautiful beloved sleep blest breath Breviary bright brow chime Christ Christian Church COSMAS Cross crown dark dawn dear death deep didst Dies Ira doth dread earth earthly eternal eyes faith Father fear feet flowers giveth His beloved glorious gloriously bright glory God's golden grace grave hand Hear the soul-dirge heart Heaven heavenly HENRY COPPÉE hour hymnal hymns JERUSALEM Jesus JOHN DAMASCENE JOHN KEBLE joy in Heaven KEBLE King Latin hymns Lord mercy mighty morning nigh night o'er Pascha Passover peace poem praise prayer psalms reformed Anglican rest rise sacred saints salvation Saviour Schmolze Schuessele shining sight sing sins skies song sorrow soul spirit stand star STEPHEN'S DAY SUNDAY sweet tears Thee Thine to-day Trisagion unto voice wondrous word worship
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Page 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...
Page 106 - 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.
Page 149 - And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 75 - Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 146 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife — More plentiful than hope.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 149 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.