ما يقوله الناس - كتابة مراجعة
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Alleluia Amen Angels bless blest Blood born bright Caswall Christ Cross dark dear death doth earth eternal eyes Face faith Father Father Faber Feet flowers give glory God's grace Hail Hands hath hear heart Heaven Holy hope Hymn Jesus King li mi light live Lord Mary Melody morn Mother night o'er Oratory Oratory of St peace Philip Neri prae praise pray Priest Quae Queen rest Saint Saviour Second Tune Side sing sins song soul Spirit Star sweet tears Thee Thine Thou Thou art Translation true Tune Virgin Voices
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 5 - When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
الصفحة 532 - Slowly the rays of daylight fade ; So fade within our heart The hopes in earthly love and joy, That one by one depart...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...