Mediæval Hymns and Sequences

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J. Masters, 1867 - 224 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 82 - 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. 3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
الصفحة 77 - But He whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known, And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own.
الصفحة 80 - Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! Thou hast no time, bright day ! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away...
الصفحة 64 - Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, dead, and buried ; he descended into hell ; the third day he rose again from the dead ; he ascended into heaven, and sitteth at the right hand of God the Father Almighty ; from thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead.
الصفحة 124 - Others said, These are not the words of him that hath a devil. Can a devil open the eyes of the blind?
الصفحة 156 - I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction: repentance shall be hid from mine eyes.
الصفحة 80 - With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze ; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays ; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced ; The saints build up its fabric, And the corner-stone is Christ.
الصفحة 76 - BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow, short-lived care : The life that knows no ending, The tearless life is there. O happy retribution ! Short toil, eternal rest ; For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest.
الصفحة 84 - That look'st from heaven below, In thee is all my glory ; In me is all my woe ! And though my body may not, My spirit seeks thee fain, Till flesh and earth return me To earth and flesh again.
الصفحة 6 - THE royal banners forward go, The cross shines forth in mystic glow ; Where He in flesh, our flesh Who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid.

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