The Hymns of the Breviary and MissalBenziger Brothers, 1922 - 383 oldal |
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Angels Annus Sanctus AUTHOR beata Benedictine Blessed blest Blood Breviary hymns Cath Christ Church cœli Creator death Deo Patri sit Deus Dies Ira divine earth Encycl eternal faithful Father Caswall Feast Filio forever gaudia gifts glory God the Father grace grant hath hearts heaven heavenly Holy Ghost Holy Spirit honor Hymn for Lauds Hymn for Vespers Iambic dimeter J. M. Neale Jesus John King Latin hymns light LITURGICAL Lord Luke Martyrs Mary Mater Matins Matt mercy METER Mother nobis Nunc omne sæculum Original Text Pange Lingua Paraclete Paschal Patri sit gloria Pope Pope Leo XIII Pope Urban VIII praise prayer quæ quod Rabanus Maurus Redeemer Roman Breviary sacred Saints sempiterna sæcula sing sins soul Spiritu Paraclito splendor stanza suppliant sweet Thee Thine Thou didst Thou dost TRANSLATION by Father Trinity Veni Vespers Virgin vitæ wounds
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208. oldal - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
109. oldal - 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.
354. oldal - 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.
352. oldal - BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there.
353. oldal - 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.
109. oldal - O Hope of every contrite heart! O Joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind thou art! How good to those who seek!
352. oldal - But He whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known; And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own.
111. oldal - Light of all below ! Thou Fount of life and fire ! Surpassing all the joys we know, All that we can desire...
351. oldal - 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.
127. oldal - Faithful cross ! above all other, One and only noble tree ! None in foliage, none in blossom, None in fruit thy peers may be : Sweetest wood, and sweetest iron ! Sweetest weight is hung on thee.