Hymns ancient and modern, for use in the services of the Church, with annotations and with some metrical translations of the hymns in Lat. and Germ., re-ed. by L.C. Biggs

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1867

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الصفحة 50 - Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Hark ! the herald-angels sing Glory to the new-born King.
الصفحة 167 - Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see; Only thou art holy ; there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea ; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Reginald Hober.
الصفحة 311 - To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.
الصفحة 3 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray — New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
الصفحة 194 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show, The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know.
الصفحة 303 - ... and had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel...
الصفحة 106 - And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, Hosanna to the son of David: Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord; Hosanna in the highest.
الصفحة 230 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
الصفحة 187 - 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.
الصفحة 217 - His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. 3 Watch: 'tis your Lord's command, And while we speak, He's near ; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear.

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