The Seven Great Hymns of the Mediaeval Church

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Charles Cooper Nott, Charles C. Nott
A.D.F. Randolph, 1867 - 134 頁

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第 21 頁 - Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! Thou hast no time, bright day ! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away ! Upon the Rock of Ages They raise Thy holy tower; Thine is the victor's laurel, And Thine the golden dower.
第 15 頁 - There grief is turned to pleasure ; Such pleasure as below No human voice can utter, No human heart can know ; And after fleshly weakness, And after this world's night, And after storm and whirlwind, Are calm, and joy, and light.
第 23 頁 - 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 song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
第 11 頁 - Strive, man, to win that glory; Toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight.
第 119 頁 - But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts ! Our frailties help, our vice control, Submit the senses to the soul ; And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.
第 7 頁 - The world is very evil, The times are waxing late; Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate, — The Judge that comes in mercy, The Judge that comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right.
第 19 頁 - For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
第 90 頁 - Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading, Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing ? 8 King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us ! 9 Think, good Jesus, my salvation Caused Thy wondrous incarnation ; Leave me not to reprobation.
第 94 頁 - O place me! Nor among the goats abase me; But to Thy right hand upraise me. While the wicked are confounded, Doom'd to flames of woe unbounded, Call me! with Thy saints surrounded.
第 99 頁 - BY the Crofs, fad vigil keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, While on it the Saviour hung ; In that hour of deep diftrefs, Pierced the fword of bitternefs Through her heart with forrow wrung.

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