Paul Gerhardt as a Hymn Writer and His Influence on English HymnodyYale University Press, 1918 - 169 من الصفحات Paul Gerhardt as a Hymn Writer and His Influence on English Hymnody by Theodore Brown Hewitt, first published in 1918, is a rare manuscript, the original residing in one of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, which has been scanned and cleaned by state-of-the-art publishing tools for better readability and enhanced appreciation. Restoration Editors' mission is to bring long out of print manuscripts back to life. Some smudges, annotations or unclear text may still exist, due to permanent damage to the original work. We believe the literary significance of the text justifies offering this reproduction, allowing a new generation to appreciate it. |
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... Heaven and with a childlike joy in this hope . He may sing of the beau- ties of summer , yet with that his thoughts go further and he soon begins to reflect upon the greater beauties of Heaven . In his " Reiselied " ( Goed . 248 ) he ...
... Heaven and with a childlike joy in this hope . He may sing of the beau- ties of summer , yet with that his thoughts go further and he soon begins to reflect upon the greater beauties of Heaven . In his " Reiselied " ( Goed . 248 ) he ...
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... heavens and their constellations ; hence the prophetic significance of comets which he mentions in two poems . " 61 In the year 1618 just such a threatening " torch " had appeared to announce the frightful war . Fourteen years later ...
... heavens and their constellations ; hence the prophetic significance of comets which he mentions in two poems . " 61 In the year 1618 just such a threatening " torch " had appeared to announce the frightful war . Fourteen years later ...
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... heaven joining the chorus of the angels . But Gerhardt has written very few hymns of death or of penitence . When he does speak of sin and its curse of death with its terrors , he still contrives at once to take from them the sting ...
... heaven joining the chorus of the angels . But Gerhardt has written very few hymns of death or of penitence . When he does speak of sin and its curse of death with its terrors , he still contrives at once to take from them the sting ...
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... Heaven . When the black clouds o'er them lighten , And the pealing thunders shock They shall sit and nought shall frighten , Like the dove hid in the rock ; 14 They'll remain eternally , And their memory shall be Upon every side ...
... Heaven . When the black clouds o'er them lighten , And the pealing thunders shock They shall sit and nought shall frighten , Like the dove hid in the rock ; 14 They'll remain eternally , And their memory shall be Upon every side ...
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... heaven Hither fly ! hark ! they cry , Christ to earth is given ! Miss Winkworth , 1858 , in her Lyra Germanica . I. All my heart this night rejoices , As I hear , far and near , Sweetest angel voices : " Christ is born , " their choirs ...
... heaven Hither fly ! hark ! they cry , Christ to earth is given ! Miss Winkworth , 1858 , in her Lyra Germanica . I. All my heart this night rejoices , As I hear , far and near , Sweetest angel voices : " Christ is born , " their choirs ...
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15 stanzas A. T. Russell aller alliteration altered Appeared in Crü Bachmann Berlin Catherine Winkworth cento century Chorale Book Christ Christian Church Commit thy Crü.-Runge dasz dost England English hymnody English Versions faith Freude Gambold gehn Geist Geistliche Gerhardt's hymns Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs Gerhardt's stanza German hymns Goed Gott Gräfenhainichen heart heaven Herr Herrnhut Herz hymn writers hymnals hymnody J. C. Jacobi J. W. Alexander Jesus Johann Kelly Koch Latin Leben Licht Lieb Lieder lines Lord Lübben Luther Lutheran Lyra Germanica Massie metre Miss Cox Miss Winkworth Mittenwalde Moravian H Moravian Hymn Book o'er original Passiontide Paul Gerhardt Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual poet Praxis Psalm Psalms and Hymns quatrain Reid's Praise Book rhyme Savior Schaff-Gilman Selected Stanzas soll sollt soul spirit stanza VIII strophe thence in Wackernagel Thine translation of stanzas Trost verses Welt Wesley words wounded
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الصفحة 139 - Place on the Lord reliance ; My soul, with courage wait ; His truth be thine affiance, When faint and desolate ; His might thy heart shall strengthen, His love thy joy increase ; Mercy thy days shall lengthen; The Lord...
الصفحة 98 - Nox erat, et placidum carpebant fessa soporem Corpora per terras, silvaeque et saeva quierant Aequora, cum medio volvuntur sidera lapsu, Cum tacet omnis ager, pecudes, pictaeque volucres, 525 Quaeque lacus late liquidos, quaeque aspera dumis Rura tenent, somno positae sub nocte silenti Lenibant curas, et corda oblita laborum.
الصفحة 93 - What language shall I borrow To thank thee, dearest Friend, For this thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end ? O make me thine for ever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to thee.
الصفحة 140 - He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower; And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment: As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father, thy will, not mine, be done!
الصفحة 93 - What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
الصفحة 93 - m dying, O show thy cross to me ; And, for my succor flying, Come, Lord, and set me free: These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move ; For he who dies believing, Dies safely, through thy love.
الصفحة 124 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
الصفحة 141 - What though the tempest rage, Heaven is my home ; Short is my pilgrimage, Heaven is my home ; And time's wild wintry blast Soon will be overpast ; I shall reach home at last, Heaven is my home.
الصفحة 93 - O SACRED Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown ; O sacred Head, what glory, What bliss, till now was thine! Yet though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sinners...
الصفحة 65 - What in thy love possess I not ? My Star by night, my Sun by day, My spring of life when parched with drought, My wine to cheer, my bread to stay ; My strength, my shield, my safe abode, My robe before the throne of God.