Arundel Hymns: And Other Spiritual Praises

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Página 545 - Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, " Come weary souls, for Jesus bids you come :" And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Página 473 - 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.
Página 501 - Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence ; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation ; and uphold me with thy free spirit.
Página 537 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Página 5 - When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
Página 532 - Slowly the rays of daylight fade ; So fade within our heart The hopes in earthly love and joy, That one by one depart...
Página 493 - Faith of our Fathers ! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife : And preach thee too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life. Faith of our Fathers, &c.
Página 5 - WE praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting. To thee, all Angels cry aloud; the Heavens, and all the Powers therein. To thee, Cherubim and Seraphim continually do cry, Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty of thy Glory.
Página 79 - My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns; Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns; The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals; The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls: For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good, So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.
Página 79 - I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear; Who, scorched with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. Alas...

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