Clavis dominica [hymns and poems] by C.F. Baxter and other authorsCambridge, 1884 - 104 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
abode adest adsum Agne amor angel arms is sounding ART THOU AUGUSTINE's college C. F. B. HYMNS call to arms CAMBRIDGE Christ Coelitus cometh crux dabit dear DORSET COUNTY SCHOOL earth evermore eyes father fear flee glory grace haec hast hath HIGHGATE CEMETERY holy hosti HYMN OF PRAISE illa Jesus keepeth KING OF LOVE Lamb Lamb of God latus leave not thoughts Lord shall preserve maligni moon by night o'er Pars pure quae quaero quàm robe saints Saviour Sept serò shine sleep solemn litany sorrow soul storms of passion tenebras Terras Thine Thou art THOU GREAT JEHOVAH tutior Tutum vita W. E. GLADSTONE ἂν αὐτὸς δὲ ἐν ἔνδον ἔχει σε τῆς λέξον λέχος ἔσχατον λόγον μὲ οἴσειν ὃς οὐκ πάτερ πέλας σέθεν σεῖο τε τελείαν τέως τῆς ἐμῆς τοῦ ὑπὲρ αὐθάδη φθέγξον βοὴν φίλον ψυχῆς
Pasajes populares
Página 74 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Página 56 - Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more ! + CXIX.
Página 82 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth. Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 62 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 60 - D OCK of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Página 26 - Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, for thy flesh is meat indeed; ever may our souls be fed with this true and living bread; day by day with strength supplied through the life of him who died.
Página 80 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
Página 60 - Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil thy law's demands ; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone.