The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book: A Complete Collection of Approved English and Latin Hymns, Liturgical Motets and Appropriate Devotional Music for the Various Seasons of the Liturgical Year : Particularly Adapted to the Requirements of Choirs, Schools, Academies, Seminaries, Convents, Sodalities and Sunday SchoolsNicola Aloysius Montani St. Gregory Guild, 1920 - 490 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 143 - 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.
الصفحة 96 - Abel's blood for vengeance Pleaded to the skies ; But the Blood of Jesus For our pardon cries.
الصفحة 143 - Angels, sing on ! your faithful watches keeping; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.
الصفحة 29 - In this, Thy bitter Passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be : Beneath Thy cross abiding Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest.
الصفحة 150 - 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.
الصفحة 45 - Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In Thy sevenfold gifts descend : Give them comfort when they die : Give them life with Thee on high ; Give them joys which never end.
الصفحة 57 - Crown him the Lord of peace, Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise ! His reign shall know no end, And round his pierced feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet.
الصفحة 186 - Oft and oft his arms and bosom Fondly straining to her own ; Oft her pallid lips imprinting On each wound of her dear Son ; Till at last, in swoons of anguish, Sense and consciousness are gone.
الصفحة 152 - O Paradise, O Paradise, I want to sin no more, I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore; Where loyal hearts and true, etc.
الصفحة 258 - O Lux beatissima, Reple cordis intima Tuorum fidelium. Sine Tuo numine Nihil est in homine, Nihil est innoxium. Lava quod est sordidum, Riga quod est aridum, Sana quod est saucium, Flecte quod est rigidum, Fove quod est frigidum, Rege quod est devium.