Singers and songs of the Church, sketches of the hymn-writers (Google eBook)

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Page 156 - Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with Thee my heart to share ? Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there ! Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in Thee.
Page 192 - Now therefore, behold, the Lord bringeth up upon them the waters of the river, strong and many, even the king of Assyria, and all his glory: and he shall come up over all his channels, and go over all his banks: 8.
Page 59 - ... cleanly wantonness; I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece Of balm, of oil, of spice and ambergris; I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write How roses first came red and lilies white; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King; I write of hell ; I sing (and ever shall) Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.
Page 604 - THE HISTORY OF OUR LORD, as exemplified in Works of Art, with that of His Types, St. John the Baptist, and other persons of the Old and New Testament.
Page 94 - At the moment in which he expired, he uttered, with an energy of voice, that expressed the most fervent devotion, two lines of his own version of Dies Ira; : My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forsake me in my end.
Page 604 - Woodcuts. 2 vols. 8vo, 20s. net. LEGENDS OF THE MONASTIC ORDERS, as represented in the Fine Arts, comprising the Benedictines and Augustines, and Orders derived from their rules, the Mendicant Orders, the Jesuits, and the Order of the Visitation of St. Mary.
Page 338 - O Spirit of the Lord, prepare All the round earth her God to meet : Breathe Thou abroad, like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 5 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record: The name of Jesus glorify, Till every kindred call Him Lord.
Page 4 - My beloved is mine, and I am his he feedeth among the lilies. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Page 72 - This is owing to you, for you put it into my head by the question you put to me at Chalfont, which before I had not thought of.
Page 184 - In these hymns there is no doggerel; no botches; nothing put in to patch up the rhyme; no feeble expletives. Here is nothing turgid or bombast, on the one hand, or low and creeping on the other. Here are no cant expressions, no words without meaning.

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